Poten

“Let's go!”

After finishing the makeup, Seven stood back in front of the camera and shouted. Park Jin-seok came out in front of them as if she was waiting.

“I used to work in the kitchen...”

The horse's tail was blurred, but Gul '7's gaze quickly returned to Park Jin-seok. Jung Hyo-rim immediately asked.

“Are you a good cook, Jin-seok? ”

The eyes were glaring and full of anticipation at once. He replied with pride, not much else.

“I got my Korean chef's license before my debut. If you have any questions, feel free to ask. ”

In fact, there was no one to save him. It was a rope that came down just when I needed it.

“Wow! Korean specialty! ”

“Really? You're not sneaking in ramen soup, are you? ”

Park Jin-seok immediately regained her confidence in the attention of the beauty who finished her makeup.

“It was a hobby. I didn't know it, but I was told I was a little born. Hahaha!”

To him who boasted openly, Gul '7 looked like he had met the Savior.

“Help me cook! ”

“Me too! What ingredients should I prepare? Just say the word!”

I saw a bit of affection as I winked. It is because of a man who knows how to wag his tail like a fox, but smiles with joy.

But there was a loyalty called Osso. He remained stationary without moving. As a result, all the rest came to the side of Park Jin-seok. The camera also compares the landscape to the face of this one, revealing its intent to catch it.

‘I didn't know you had a license. ’

I thought I prepared it just right from the beginning, but I did.

“I'm really surprised. That muscle chef. ”

Minho stood next to Oshora.

“Huh? That's a dangerous thing to say, brother. ”

“Aha! It's like a protein supplement and a milk-based health trainer. ”

Minho insisted on VJ's camera.

“That's what viewers think, right? Salads are always chicken breast and eggs are white. a gym that takes care of itself so thoroughly. I can't believe he even cooked. ”

Oshora nods and smiles at the comment. Anyway, things were a little rough for her. I thought you learned a few dishes for the broadcast, but it's a national certificate.

Of course, among non-professionals, it's a military day!

“This is no time to relax. What are you gonna do? ”

I thought it would be better to take the quantity here than to use dragons among other members.

Minho twisted his head, exaggerating Osora's question of poking him in the side.

“Come on. Dojin was trying to bury you, but he turned into Park Jin-seok. ”

“Oh my God! This is a competition. Compete!”

The last word was she who approached Minho to emphasize that she would not hear it loud. Minho flinches slightly. It looks pretty good to see you working hard, but Osora wants more than that.

“Don't you think yesterday's ace was enough? ”

“Of course it's not enough. Yesterday's next week, today's all it's going to be. If you edit it today, it's like it's not there the next week. ”

“Phew.”

After all, Min-ho felt that she just needed to serve food well to adults. This was not a holiday when I came down to the countryside to help my grandmother and grandfather. My mind and fierceness were still lacking compared to her.

“Brother, do you know anything about rural food? ”

“I don't know. I've learned to grip a little bit over my shoulder. Boil some vegetables, put some soy sauce, and stir-fry them gently. ”

Minho added "soy sauce plus sugar" to Osora's eyes. ’I scratched.

“Wouldn't it be fun to just wander off like that? Make Beginner Cooking! It is.”

“We've done that before. ”

“… let's start with an idea to have fun with potatoes. ”

“Brother!"

Minho was a little overwhelmed by her ability to do something! If you rub it, it's not the spirit of the wishing lamp. Why does he keep telling me to come up with tricks? Moreover, when someone saw Oshora, they were too close to misunderstand each other.

I didn't really do anything, but I felt very close to him.

“Well, how about this? Conch is pointing out that I'm just working hard. Beginners teach beginners. ”

“I did?”

“I'll play the part of a fool who doesn't listen. ”

“You gave up on the taste? ”

Minho imitates the buzzer sound and draws a pair of scissors.

“You're bad. He's greedy.”

Minho even thought that the more time like this, it might be better to stick to the seven girls and come out with at least one more cut.

“Greed? Ah! Hold on a second. ”

I think I had an idea. Osora quickly retrieved the map given to her by the FD. Soon, I carefully examined the map of the village's elderly position and stopped my finger at one point.

“Hehe.”

“Huh? That smile! Do you have any idea what you're doing? ”

“Here's the house. Grandma Yoon Hwa-jeong is a very good cook. He was a good cook, so Dojin had learnt it before. Let's go here and find a way to make your snacks delicious. That's how you treat your elders. ”

You and I are both beginners. ’

Minho swallowed his thoughts. I didn't want to say anything to her who glowed with a strange passion.

“It's not a nuisance? ”

“Be nice to this grandmother. Let's try it together. ”

“Aha, okay. ”

If you make it cool as a Korean certified chef, like you first suggested, you return to being greedy on this side. However, I decided to check it one last time because I was afraid I would resent it later.

“Conch. It's personal, right? But are you sure it's okay to come with me? The volume of the broadcast. ”

Osora pointed to Park Jin-seok who was surrounded by other members of Girls7.

“Adding one to that painting doesn't make the broadcast interesting. ”

And I didn't say it, but I also had an expectation that I might. With Minho, who keeps showing me some tricks, I have to go underneath. I expected it to be great.

“Let's go.”

Oshora leads the way.

A leafy olive branch was the house that stretched beyond the wall. Oshora knocks on the iron gate of the farm.

“Is Grandma Yoon Hwa-jeong there? Grandma!"

I called for a long time, but there was no answer on the inside. She looked at Cho, who was standing next to VJ, and asked what happened.

Saying your grandmother's name on the map means you have sought prior cooperation. There was no way he wasn't there, so Cho was just shrugging his shoulders.

About that.

“Huh? Grandpa's coming out. ”

Minho looks inside over the fence and turns his head again.

Yuck.

An old man with chunky cheeks opens the door like a bulldog. The old man noticed that there were a lot of broadcast steps, including Osora and Minho, and asked puzzledly.

“Are you from the station? ”

“Yes, Grandpa. You live here, right? ”

“I don't know that old hag. ”

The old man exclaimed with a gentle expression.

“If you don't have work to do, go back. ”

“Grandpa, please don't do that and call Grandma Yoon-hwa. ”

Oshora makes a friendly effort to soften the mood.

“It's not home! ”

The old man turned his back and tried to enter the house.

Minho's eyes met Oshora. If we go back like this, we will have no broadcast or anything to write about. We didn't mind digging up potatoes, but we empathized that if we just went out to dig up potatoes, we'd be ruined.

“Sir, wait a minute! Are you free for lunch today? ”

“Lunch?”

“I'm taking the village elders to lunch. ”

“Never mind, that kind of thing. I'm not going.”

Minho recalled that he was an officer from Busan with a rough speech that he had experienced in the military. A person with a loud voice and a fiery personality has no immunity to surprisingly charming conversation. I kept thinking that this old man would look the same.

“Aye, sir. Because you fought my grandmother? ”

“Fighting! I can't even speak if I'm promoted, old lady. ”

The old man snores. Minho nodded as if he understood. I can now ask you why you came here.

“Where did Grandma go? ”

“Oh, that! Keep biting useless things. ”

The old man spills his drink on the frozen horse.

“My son usually eats a lot of delicious food, but I still draw it today. No, I'm cooking you dog food, and you're always so cold to me. You're a fucking old lady. You're just a pretty little girl. Eww!”

The choreographers and writers who were watching suddenly burst out from the mouth of the graceful old man.

“Come on, we'll treat you to whatever you want. ”

“Oh, he doesn't want to! ”

“Sir!"

I was just surprised to see Minho clinging to the old man like Oshora with the utmost friendliness. I had no idea that most men in the military would rub their hands on their seniors to make their camp life easier.

In the meantime, the artist who accompanied me confirmed the information about the old man. It was an old man named Huangdajo who was the husband of Yunhwazong's grandmother. There was a son who was a miller in the town, and information about Yoon Hwa Jeong's grandmother's frequent travels continued.

“Kmm. Kmm. So be it.”

The old man, who refused several times, carefully asked after clearing his throat.

“Do you have a bean curd there? ”

“Peanut butter?”

“You don't? ”

When I came to learn about snacks, I ran into a situation where I had to cook more unfamiliar dishes, but it was a curiosity. When you build, you yell.

“Of course I do! ”

“Really?"

Old man Huang finished his tasting.

“My grandmother took everything because she had a lot of dinner. One shot of makgeolli before the bean curd kills me. ”

“We'll arrange lunch for you. ”

“Whatever."

Just thinking about it made me feel better. The old man looked like a drunkard who had already taken a mule. An old man, who had tasted again, looked at Minho and asked.

“But have you eaten your breakfast? ”

“Not yet.”

I got up, washed up, and came straight here, so I was still empty. Usually it was the intention of PD or me to eat this meal or that meal midway while cooking burinake. The most necessary preparation for a delicious meal was hunger.

“Come on, drink up. Eat up. ”

It is the country that has not come to starve. The old man felt an unexpected kindness that deceived him, not just through his tone. Minho followed closely, and Oshora and VJ said, "Can I do this now? ’I hesitated.

Old man Huang lets out a cry.

“Oh, what are you doing? Hey, come on in!”

“Yes? Yes! ”

Hot pepper and soy sauce. Sour bacon kimchi and salty tamarind. And even rice. It was a country rice table that was going to pass even though there wasn't much food.

It was ordinary, but it tasted different than any other dish on the outside. It was food that I was thankful for.

“It's really good. Are you good at all this? ”

The old man grumbled in reply.

“Never mind, just eat. Then why aren't they coming in? ”

Old man Huang gestures at VJ, who is filming outside the door. Oshora smiles softly on his face and says:

“Pretend it's not on the air, Grandpa. ”

“Yes? Tsk, tsk. Well done.I 'll give you some dog food, so keep eating. Let me know if you need anything. ”

“Yes, Grandpa. ”

Old man Huang leaves the room.

Pretending not to be, the affectionate elderly man resembled the feeling of Lee Do-jin. Thanks to this, Osora was also taking good care of the Emperor.

‘Phew.’

Minho was relieved. The situation was not intentional but not bad when I came to serve lunch and was treated.

‘It's not going to be edited anyway. What if Grandma doesn't come? ’

I was constantly looking out the door, eating food or worrying about Osoro.

Minho looked around the room while eating. When I came here, I heard that Lady Yoon Hwa-jeong is a famous thing for Yu Chi-ri. I don't know if he won our Farmer's Cooking King competition. Thinking about this, I was slightly excited to say, ’Maybe…’.

But I didn't have a big heart. There are many kinds of things that are affectionate, and there are many things that he seems to be attached to. Besides, I can't keep scouring other people's houses like a thief every time I get into trouble.

Rather, it's better to search and memorize how to make snacks over the internet quickly.

But every blog has a different way of doing it. What should I choose? ’

I quickly memorized the cooking order and ingredients by choosing comments or reacting well. Later, when I was confused, I thought about mixing it all up like military rice and just stir-frying it.

After finishing a delicious meal next to her, Osora whispers quietly to Minho.

“Do you know how to play? ”

Minho also added a recipe for Slummy Doughnut to the search term.

“I ate a lot at the holidays. ”

“Oops! What are you going to do? ”

Potato mining is 100% confirmed at the moment of invitation because it is clear that the old man would be furious before tasteless bean curd.

“But don't you think it would be fun to invite him? You're definitely a character."

“That's right. ”

“I'll do it myself. Take me to someone who's not looking for the bean curd. ”

Even if Grandma Yun Hwa Jeong has not met, there will be results. I'm sorry after I'm done! I thought that Old Man Huang would finally forgive me for grumbling.

Hiccup.

The old man Huang opened the door.

“Can you eat more? ”

“No, I ate a lot. ”

Min-ho, who grabbed the old man's question, stood up with a dinner table.

“I'll do the dishes, sir. ”

“Leave it. The old lady's coming. ”

When I heard this, I thought I had to do the dishes.

“No, I really enjoyed it, but I have to do this. It'll only take a moment."

Minho entered the kitchen. I was looking for sinks, detergents, and rubber gloves, so I could do the dishes well enough to hear the poison. I put water soap in one bowl and then just whisked it into a rich lather. I was about to do the dishes after being covered in sponge soap.

“Huh?"

You see a little light, like fireflies, somewhere. Minho's gaze stayed on the shelf above the stove.

An iron frying pan with a subtle glow!

Eureka!

I felt a wave of emotion rushing in. Yoon Hwa-jeong's grandmother also had a loving item.

One had to live a good life. What kind of pervert are you trying to do?

“Ms. Yoon. Thank you."

Minho touched the frying pan like he was possessed.

Maybe he's just a little stressed out about the old man's nutmeg. The moment I grabbed my lovebirds, the bean curd floated before my eyes like an illusion.

I sat in the cool shade and took a sip of makgeolli, put a well-baked bean patch in my mouth, and watched it chew. Even though I had just eaten a full breakfast, I was hungry again, and that food caught up with Min-ho in a flash.

The sweet smell, the hot oil sound, the taste that wraps around your teeth and touches your tongue to get away from them. Salty Salty Salty Special!

I coughed a lot.

I want to eat! ’

Minho, who was wandering around the kitchen, found the ingredients of the green bean curd that Grandma Yoon Hwa-jeong had made last night.

The basic ingredients of seasoned bean curd prepared by grinding salted bean on ground green bean, chopping the shredded bean and host bean, chopping the shredded onion and vermilion into minced pork with salt, green onion, pepper powder, tasting wine, garlic, sesame oil, and rinsing the old paper thoroughly.

Just bake and you're done.

"Can I have one round? ’

Minho, who did not overcome the temptation of the bean curd, lit the stove.

“Brother, what are you doing? ”

The person who went to do the dishes didn't come back for a long time, so his head turned toward the kitchen and his body became stiff.

It was because I saw Minho flip something upside down with a frying pan. The whole kitchen was filled with a pungent smell.

“Is that before the bean curd? ”

“Huh? Hmmm...”

“You said you don't know how to play the game. ”

“They have all the ingredients here. I just baked it. ”

I thought Minho was becoming a surrounding athlete.

Good boy.

Minho placed the bean curd on a plate. It was Minho's idea to make one small thing, but the one who cooks at this moment is Lady Yoon-hwa with big hands!

Because of my grandmother's personality, I changed to a size that was tight to the frying pan.

“It's almost like pizza, but it looks delicious... ”

Oshora kicked his tongue, saying he was a strange brother.

Hiccup.

“Is Grandma here? ”

The old man, who was feeding the chicken in the yard, smelled it coming out of the kitchen and opened the door. Minho, who was holding a well-cooked bean curd on a plate, smiled beautifully at the old man.

“I sent it because I have ingredients. ”

“Really? Let's see. ”

The old man lifted his chopsticks and ate a mouthful of filth, and he looked satisfied.

“It tastes just like Grandma's. Good skill.You guys should try it. ”

When I lifted the chopsticks to Minho and Oshora, the bean curd disappeared like a crab. Obviously, I ate a small pizza size, but it was a pity. I thought I could eat more if I ate more.

“Bake another one. We need to get some kids to stand outside. ”

“Is that so?”

Minho looked at the frying pan, which has not yet gone up in flames. At the end of Old Man Huang's words, his hands move on their own, and he starts baking the bean curd.

A plate was completed.

“Here you go. ”

The VJs are sticking together. One dish becomes two, and two plates become four.

And...

“This isn't happening. I love this guy. ”

Old man Huang goes out into the courtyard and yells at the house next door.

“Hey, you! Come and get it!”

Minho didn't notice at this moment. Why Yun Hwa-jeong's grandmother didn't give the bean curd to the old man and went to town.