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Cho Min-joon believed that effort was not betrayed. At least most of what he has been through was. When I studied, my grades got better, and when I exercise, my body got better.
Of course, the change is not always visible. Sometimes, there are occasions when a meeting is taking place, whether it is a jump jump in place, or it is sometimes frightened whether the skill has not been able to be done before. However, after all, my ability has always been one step further.
Even now, as the system compiles its skills under its own absolute standards, Cho Min-joon often gets so afraid. I'm doing it really well. Maybe I'm just giving time to inertia. I can only tell you that at least the level of cooking has not fallen, so at least I did not back off … … I can not help but believe that I am developing.
But for Javier, who can not even get advice from the system, it's not unreasonable that the situation is really horrible. okay . . . It was terrible. Of course I did not think it would end with all the trouble of coming into Rose Island, but I could not imagine that it would not be at the level of not being able to show up.
You must do it. You have to overcome. You have to win. His heart was tormenting Javier's heart. That's why I was hiding in the Rose Island kitchen, not at the end of the year, in the arms of family or friends.
The morning was bright. Having been sleeping on the sofa of the resting-room, Javier frowned, hugging his terribly stiff, hardened nape. It was natural for me to get sore throat because I fell asleep on my armrest. Why did not I think of it when I slept?
Javier turned sideways. And laughed the figs. Cho Min-joon was lying down on the other side in a posture different from the previous Javier.
"You will soon die of neck pain."
The smile on the mouth of Javier jokingly misbehaving gradually faded. Even so, it was he who let him spend the night in the restaurant by this morning. Cho Min – joon said that he is a friend of mine. Of course I appreciated his saying so, but at the same time I had to think about it.
'As a friend, I have to keep bullying kids.'
His stubbornness made me feel sorry for him. There were two thoughts in his mind for a moment. It was my first thought that I had come to this place, even though I thought that they believed in me. And the second thought is … … It was accepting.
okay . . . I had to accept. Although he is of the same rank, Javier's skills are lacking compared to the other three. At least as far as the recipe idea is concerned, it is obvious to anyone. Then I thought that it would be more right to regard these three friends as friends who can not be lured, but good teachers.
When the fierce fight like that war broke my heart, Cho Min – joon moaned and raised his body.
"Uh … Where is this? "
"Where is the longest. It's a break room. Wake."
I'm sorry. I'm not in the mood right now. … …It looks like January 1 is really real. It's New Year. I ate one more. "
What is it? Was not your birthday December 30th? "
"Oh, I'm talking about Korea. In Korea, I eat one more year old every January. "
What? So you're two years old in a year? "
"No, I do not have an age on my birthday … This is the second. Do you cook again right? "
Cho Min-joon swiftly touched the ship and asked. It has been a long time since I woke up in the morning but I was not hungry like this. How many times did you cook Javier's food all morning? Javier shook his head with a sigh.
"Not exactly." I will not."
"Yup." I thought well. My belly is so full that I now have to eat it with my nostrils rather than my mouth to eat more. "
"Even if you eat it in your nostril, it's your stomach to get in?"
"Ah, Javier. please. Do not make me think about it. "
"……You're the first to say it. "
Javier looked at Cho Min-joon as if there were no words. Cho Min-joon answered with a mischievous voice.
"Be patient. I've eaten your food all day, and you can not even talk about it? "
"I did not like it, and after all, it's all over."
Javier had a sneer at the sight of Cho Min-joon's naive expression. And soon, it was a quiet voice.
"I thought a lot. Hmm … I want to say something nice, but it is difficult. Minjun. Help
"I'm still helping you."
"Not exactly." Not to help with that … … The recipe. Thinking about it. I want you to help me. "
When he said it, Javier thought that he would be surprised. And I thought that I might give him a worried word with a serious face. But it was not. Cho Min-joon nodded his head as if he had heard a story about eating.
"Yup." Good. "
"……Is it over? "
What?
"Whether you're worried about something or not giving up, I thought so."
"You did not think long and decided. I do not know what to say there. wake up. Let's go.
To where?
Cho Min – jun bounced his finger.
"Go on a date."
€ "……That word that I called dating. If you were not a girlfriend, you would have misunderstood. You are interested in me. "
"I accept jokes as a joke."
"You are kind enough to be so grateful sometimes."
"It is not sinful to be kind."
Javier threw a sigh at Cho 's blatant reply. And I asked in an angry voice.
"Kaya and I go out to such a place?"
"Why not?"
"It is fitting. Both are cooks. "
The place where Cho Min-joon led Javier was a large market. The two steps naturally turned to the fish bowl. The section Javier took this time was an appetizer. And if it were an appetizer, nothing was as appropriate as a fish.
"Have you thought?"
"Yeah?"
"I do not have ideas that I have not been able to speak directly to me. let me know. References. "
"What I want to point out is that your dish is overly concentrated on the food side. Especially in Italy and French. "
"……Is not it good? "
"Look at the kitchen these days. There are too many attempts already made in authentic dishes. The creativity and imagination of the various chefs touched all sorts of recipes and ingredients in the authentic realm. However, the most representative of them is Italian and French. How difficult it is to make a new taste with it. "
"I heard a lot of stories about my cooking being new, but … Then what should I do? "
"I have to try something new. I need a different idea, not a different source. "
"I am that difficult."
"Now we are not one but two. Because Anderson and Janet are heading together, did you forget that the recipe came out in a few days? "
Javier nodded. four days. On the third day they held some form of recipe. It was not just that they were at a satisfactory level. Their cooking nodded Rachel's head. The head that Javier could not move even with the dishes of hundreds of dishes.
"……Can I do it? "
Whew. Why did it fail so many times? Oh, look at this. "
Cho Min-joon pointed to a fish. The two eyes were twinkling.
"This is Kingfish?"
Hmm…
"I ate at a nearby restaurant and it was delicious. How about touching this? "
"……Is this big? "
King Fisch, who was pointed by Cho Min – joon, was almost as big as a child. Cho Min – joon did not answer anything for a while and looked at Kingfish, and slowly took off his mouth.
"I'm throwing this out and warming it out. Like Sir Francis. "
"It's just too simple. It's too weak. I have to do something more. … …Caviar? I think I'll definitely have the flavor if I add osutra caviar. "
"I will. The key is to kill or not kill the taste of the kingfish. The soup is … … I do not know. Let's take it and think. "
Soon after that, he came up to the merchant with a hilarious face and ordered the fish. Though the price was higher than I thought, the chef's wallet was wide open in front of the ingredients even if I had to keep my mouth shut in tea or luxury. The merchant grinned and asked.
"I thought you were coming for vacation, but you came again. Minjun. What kind of guy do you want? This guy? "
Ew, He was scaly. You can not give me that. "
"It's scary, it's scratched a little on the net. Taste will be fine? "
"Not only that, but also the freshness is a little bad. Are you trying to give your eyes so blurry? Give it to me. Otherwise I'll just go. "
"Huh, yeah, you're young, and you're not good at it."
"I'm a chef is also the name?"
"Okay. All right. character. Take it. "
Having watched it by his side, he was amazed. Of course, he did not come up to play here, so I had the ability to distinguish good fish. But it was hard to just look at it like Cho Min-joon and determine the state. No, he did not want to be quicker than Cho Min-joon.
"……You seem really fast. Whatever you do. "
"Why, because of the fish?"
"Yeah, what's your know-how?"
Well There is no such thing as know-how. "
Cho Min-joon scratched his head with a smile. When I was praised by the power of the system, I always felt like I was inflated with something lie.
As soon as the two of them went to the restaurant, it was obvious that they had dismantled Kingfish. If you add a little bit of licking or tearing, there will be many without counting, but the portions where you can actually try the recipe many times were fattening, burning, and slippery.
As with most fish, Kingfish is also the most fat-flavored fish in the world. At the same time, the softest flesh was fat. When I went to the slippery, the taste became weaker, but the texture became more and more gruel, and the slash was the most tasteless with the best taste.
Javier watched the demolished Kingfisher for a moment, and he opened his mouth with a whirl.
"I'll make a living once. It's soup. "
"Oh, wait a minute. I thought of something. "
Cho Min-joon stopped Javier and went to the refrigerator, and he picked up a handful of something in his fist. Having said that, Javier gave a strange voice.
"dried anchovies? Why did you bring it? "
"Let 's go out with anchovies, then let' s bake them in there. It's hard to get a salty taste on Kingfish head alone. "
"You can spray salt."
"It is more fun to bring back the taste of pure fish, not the taste of salt."
Joy mari Javier was able to feel the difference between Cho Min-joon and his culinary masterpiece in this minor point. When Javier tried to choose the most intuitive recipe, Cho tried to choose a slightly different and different way, even with the same result.
'Should I learn this?'
Color different. Rachel 's quirks were only as fascinating as clouds hanging on a distant mountain, but Cho' s novels have provoked her body to be as clear as a raging wind.
Cho Min-joon boiled the broth and put it at room temperature. Yellowish broth was on the side of the reddish skin, and caviar and caviar climbed up. Javier smiled as he ate it.
"Wow, this is really good."
"Yes, it is good. But I still do not feel impressed. "
touched (emotion); feeling/affection
"You have a feeling of happiness when you feel something really delicious. It's not just about okay, it's just like the spine is banging. I have to express it. What do we do. What is the method? Should I put other ingredients? "
Javier stared at him for a moment. I thought it was a genius. It is also an absolute taste, as well as an expert skill that is not suitable for young people. But now that I have seen him, I realize he was wrong. It was not a natural talent that made Cho Min-joon great. Javier opened his mouth.
"You do not rest. Minjun. "
Cho Min-joon did not seem to answer because he did not seem to be focused. It was not genius. It does not mean there is no genius. It was not that the talent that made Cho Min-joon to shine was not a joke.
Cho 's cogwheel did not stop. To explore, to dream something more delicious, he did not stop. It was a beautiful nature. Even genius can shine. Javier grabbed his fist.
You The best.'
I wanted to be like that.
In front of a real fight (1)
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