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"Status window."
[Cho Min-jun] Cooking level: 5 Baking level: 4 Gourmet level: 6 Decoration level: 4 Is the decoration level a decoration? I could not imagine that I would not even see such things. Life was like cooking game. I looked at my status window with complicated feelings that could not be expressed, and Cho Min-joon turned his head to Lee Hye-sun. I opened my mouth again. Status window.
[Lee Hye Sun] Cooking Level: 3 Baking Level: 0 Gourmet Level: 4 Decoration Level: 2 It was a terrible stamina. Since I was young, it was hardly ever since Cho Min-joon ate the delicious food of Lee Hye-sun. I wanted to do it if it was that level of cooking.
"……Skill window. "
When I talked about it, the skill window really came up. Cutting skill, fire control skills, Korean food understanding and so on. Two of the skills that caught the attention of Cho Min-joon.
[Understanding of Italian cuisine] – proficiency 23%Overall understanding of Italian cuisine such as pasta, pizza, dolce and soup is improved.
There is less chance of failing in making Italian food.
It is possible to make works with a low probability of cooking level or higher.
[Chef's Experimental Spirit] Chef's unique experimental spirit inspires new recipes.
When challenging new dishes, recipe comes to mind with low probability.
Understanding of Italian cuisine was a skill composition that I understand. It seemed to be a system where proficiency grew every time I studied or cooked Italian food, and I did not know what kind of way, but it seemed to compensate for the dish.
I understand that the chef does not have proficiency in experimental mental skills. That's kind of a mindset, but it's no longer a profession. But the explanation was vague. Recipe comes to mind with low probability. Does the recipe seem like a skill window or a status window? Or does it come to my mind? And the expression of new cuisine was also vague. Is it cooking that nobody can imagine, or is it the first dish that Cho Min-joon makes?
'If you hit it, you know.'
Cho Min-joon smiled. He was no longer a 30-year-old young cook with a short history. Twenty-three. To be honest, it was not a very young age, but it was still too late to challenge cooking. It was not too late in the first place. I was just in a hurry.
However, the first obstacle in front of my eyes was my parents. If I graduate from college, my son who will be a teacher will let me do it without hesitation. Cho Min-joon pondered and planned. Once I had to convince my parents that his cooking skills were not bad.
It was a familiar program name that came to mind at that moment. Grand Chef Korea. It was his favorite pro so he took all the seasons. If I go to the program that much, even if I do not win the championship, my parents will acknowledge him to some extent if they get good grades. But,
'Is that right now?'
It was broadcast in the UK and the United States and then imported into Korea. Cho opened his cell phone and searched the Grand Chef. I knew it. I have not heard from Korea yet. Maybe by the end of this year, I contracted it, and it was about midway next year.
"That would not be a shekel."
Cho Min-joon sighs and continues searching. I have searched for Korean dishes and so on, but none of them were properly sized. If he goes to the competition in the first place, he can win the championship. This force given now was not an absolute force. In the end, I had to brush up my cooking skills.
As a result of watching the internet for a long time, Cho Min – joon 's conclusion was one thing. Participating in international conventions. I did not have the chance to win, but at least I could go up to the finish line at any competition. I did not mean to walk the cook's path blindly without cooking skills.
Even if my parents had a little more positive view of the cooking side, my parents were just considering the job of cooking as a 3D job. It was not yet time for the booze frenzy to pour, and to change that perception, it had to show the possibility of Cho Min-joon. And he believed that it was a good result at the contest.
However, there was no competition for him in Korea. Most of the things I want to have a big scale were mainly Korean food, and there were frequent team competitions. So I had to look abroad.
And there is only one candidate left.
"……Grand chef. "
Not only Grand Chef Korea, but Grand Chef. It was the grand chef competition in the United States. It might be better to call it a program than a competition. The important thing was that the Grand Chef was a competition for amateurs. None of the amateur competitions had such a clear focus as the Grand Chef.
In addition to the United States, Australia was also asked to participate, but the United States was the most remarkable. I thought the United States would be a better place to go to a country like Australia if I had the same conditions. English was no problem. I was once an English teacher but it was more funny if I could not talk.
"One problem."
Parent It was about the cost of the trip. But when I went to the cooking contest and told me that I was going to the US, I almost objected. Is it just going to say that I'm going on a trip? My mind was disturbed.
When I quit my high school teacher before returning, my parents were angry and tried to tear him apart. But in the end, I could not defeat Cho Min-joon's stubbornness. It was a confrontation that only hurt them all, and Cho Min-joon wanted the journey not to cause such a wound.
"Ha!" I suppose I must.
It should be hidden. That was the way for home peace. I was thinking that I was searching for an American flight ticket on the internet. I heard a password tap on the porch. Cho turned off the screen and went out into the living room. I wanted to be a father, but it was my sister Joara. There was a clumsy uniform on the skin that was thin on the dark skin.
"I came to my mother ~. My brother was there. "
When I saw my sister in a high school uniform, she was different. It was a visually proven moment that it was definitely back to the past. Lee opened his mouth toward Joe.
"Araya, come and eat this. My brother made it. "
What is it? Igal
Lee Hye – sun gave Joe a souffle for Joe Min – joon. Joaara seemed to be anxious about something, and when she spat out a souffle with a spoon, she soon shook her eyes.
"delicious! Nonsense. How does this make you brother? "
"Is not it? Was she surprised to eat? "
"brother. Honestly. This is a three-minute dish, is not it? "
Cho Min-joon replied with a tongue instead of an answer and turned to Lee Hye-sun.
Mother Do you mind if I get tired after dinner? "
You Evening? "
Lee looked at Cho Min-joon as if everything had happened. At this time, Cho Min-joon was interested in cooking, so he challenged it, but he did not seem to be passionate enough to finish rice at all. However, my son suddenly did not just go to the cooking, but the taste was so good that I had no choice but to be surprised.
But there was no reason to refuse to give up on the annoying evening. Lee said, nodding his head.
"Yup." You make it once. Let's have dinner with our son's cooking today. "
"……It's okay, Mom? Can you believe my brother's cooking? "
He does Look at the bread I ate before. I think your brother has a talent for cooking quietly. "
"That's just …"
Joe looked at Cha Min-joon as if he was uncertain.
"Are you really good at cooking your brother?"
Cho smiled and whispered in Joa's ear.
"Would not it be more delicious than mother's cooking?"
Seven years ago (2) The end of the writer 's second part of the story I posted a draft before the revision, there were many errors. The heroine was the youngest chef from high school, but it was just as if the high school teacher had returned.
Our apologies. I will not make this mistake in the future.
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