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Cho did not answer Delia 's proposal that day. There are still many steps to be taken to discuss proposals. Now it was enough just to know that Delia would cooperate no matter when it was.
'The problem is the cooking level.'
Cho Min-joon decided to concentrate on the problems he faced in the first place. Maybe this is the very desire that the Jun said. In front of the dream, I do not want to pursue anything other than the wishes of others. Without effort to achieve happiness, we are waiting for happiness to come.
I knew how foolish it was, but I could not ignore the thirst of now.
Recently I have not spent much time in front of the kitchen. The reason was simple. As a chef, I do not usually have a lot of work, and I had to deal with the Grand Chef. There was not enough time to explore the recipe. And it was still the same now.
So Cho chose the smartest number he can choose now.
"· · · · · I wanted to cook so early?
"Yes."
Gwen nodded his head and moved his hands to the question. Gwen was a hard-to-understand expression. I'm trying hard, I understand, but I think I'll be cooking here while leaving his kitchen.
Cho Min-joon read Gwen's question. No, Gwen was not the only one to wonder about it. Other participants who were snooping behind her did not even ask the question, because she was looking at the fact that Cho Min-joon was in this position.
"Things are complicated in many ways. The house is cooked by the house, the store is the store. I just thought it would be okay to come here and cook with you in front of you. "
"Are you hanging out?"
"Yes, we play together. I cook my dishes, you guys cook them. If you want to learn from your side, you can give me a hand. "
As for Cho Min-joon, whichever they choose, there was nothing to lose. I do not care if they cook for me or if I try to help him. If you go under him, you can raise your sense of kitchen leadership and make your own dishes and ask for feedback, which will give you a chance to get a glimpse of their young and young feelings.
'If there is room for a little bit.'
You have to step foot. I did not know when the stairs he was going to fall down.
Cho looked at the chefs who came under him. Gwen and five other participants were looking at him. Peter and Hugo were not among them. Michael was not there either.
'Well, I do not think I'm going to cook them under me.'
At one time, though they were not exactly the same, they were friends who were competing in the same line. Even if they were judged by Cho Min-joon, they would have been quite cracked in their pride.
"What are you going to make?"
It was Gwen who asked the question. Cho Min-joon looked back at Gwen. I wonder if the words he threw were pretty stimulating. Or do you just want to pretend you are simply interested in cooking. It was not possible for Cho to read her heart.
"What do you want to make?"
"Was not that what the chef wanted to make?"
"I thought it would be, but it seems like it would be okay to have one of your most favorite dishes."
The other participants' eyes glared at the end. But Gwen did not.
What kind of dish do you want to make? It was a really simple question. As a cook, I had to carry one answer to that question whenever and wherever.
But I had no idea.
─ You like cooking.
A few days later, the words that did not leave my ears came up again. I like cooking. She said that she would overcome everything with one dish, but she could not even do it properly.
She had her own excuse. I have already poured out all the emotions of happiness, love and passion, and I can not afford to have such positive thoughts anymore. Her depression was built on a very scientific and rational basis.
But whatever the excuse was, her situation had to depend on one excuse.
"How about molecular cooking?"
"I think it would be fun to go to the eclipse."
"Oh, minjun chef was from Korea. I do not mind Korean food! "
Other participants were giving ideas like this to Cho. They did not expect to grow up with this particular experience. Cho Min-joon kept the memories of the present and did not think he would give a better score later.
But it is fitting with Kim, who is not anyone else. He will cook the dishes he wants to make with him. Every young chef would dream about it once. Cooking with Cho Min-joon was worth tens of thousands of dollars.
Cho Min-joon accepted their demands. He wanted to get into the idea for a while, and quickly took dozens of recipe recipes. They also accepted the opinions of other participants and made corrections. They also changed the entire framework to say that they wanted to eat or eat specific dishes.
Gwen looked blankly at Cho Min-joon and the people surrounding him. They looked really happy. No, it was really fun. More than Joo Minjoon's joy, the participants felt the pleasure they did not normally feel.
It was a pleasure to climb right up. I imagined that I would not have been able to spread it properly in doubt if it was usual, but Chominjun just calculated it at once. Whether it is a possible recipe or not. What effect does the harmony of the materials bring to the effect, and what and what should not usually meet?
Even if they recall the idea that it is a mistake, they did not put any burden on them, as soon as Cho Min-joon corrected everything. It was a different feeling when we were together as judges.
'······· This is Min Joon Jo.'
Ken felt thrilled with his smile, without a bird to be conscious, and was thrilled. Grand Chef season 3, I knew enough about what Chef Cho was. If he does not feel like a monster, or a chef like his potential, he will lie.
But it did not take much time for his potential to become a skill, than he thought. Now that Cho Min-joon showed in front of their eyes, it was proving that.
His words, his hand moving the blade or the fan, had nothing to pass on. Funny, Ken looked at the grandmother's interest from Cho Min-joon. He had a feeling like a man who realized almost everything about cooking. No, it did not end in mood. The non-speech that he is giving them now is something that can not be extracted from the mouth of an ordinary chef.
And Cho 's true point did not end at the tongue. After a while, when the cooking started to take off, Ken felt a sense of bodily collapse.
'I think I am not.'
It was not Ken Keman who felt the feeling. Everyone, including Gwen, felt the same feeling. Cho Min-joon explained everything from the beginning to the end of what they should do so they would be a bit over-rated.
If you have to cut, what part of what is to be cut to some size and shape. If you put a fire on the fan, you should know where the temperature should go.
It was a meticulous map as if it led a very young child. Even though Chomin-joon is friendly to the chefs who are usually well below, this is a little overkill.
But they soon knew why.
'············································'.
I could feel it whenever Cho Min – joon 's voice reached them. It is said that Cho Min-joon is checking the status of each one of them. So he was judging what they are doing right now, every moment instead of them.
At the moment, Ken came out of his mind. Most of them were stunned because they could not judge what I needed to do right now. Cho Min-joon was thinking about what they were doing and thinking about what they were doing.
In the meantime, my cooking is done, so it is natural that everything they are doing now feels like a playful play.
'It's a monster.'
Ken suddenly felt sorry for Hugo and Peter with them. I'm confronting that. If I had not been in Season 3, I would not have to consider Cho Min-joon as a competitor. That one choice drove them into a battle that could never be won for life.
Ken looked at Joe Min-joon. He was concentrating on my cooking again. What he was making was a deep-fried ball of fried tofu mixed with tofu and shrimp flesh. At first glance, he seemed to be grasping the materials with his hands, and he insisted on his own hand as much as that. What difference can we make through that process?
The answer was not until after the dishes were made.
"·················· It is delicious.
Ken muttered with groaning. When I ate the sauce made with a mixture of soy sauce, chopped garlic, sashimi and vinegar, he realized for the first time that tofu dishes could be so delicious.
And then I realized why Cho Min-joon did not give it to anyone else. Even though it seemed to be broken, there was a lot of live tofu and shrimp flesh stimulating his tongue. I would have been stuck with that dull hand, with a gauntlet, with nothing but a smile like a powder.
'This guy was just like us a few years ago.'
Cho Min-joon was a person who had no cooking or special kite until he joined the Grand Chef. I just enjoyed cooking with my hobby. At least he knew.
But he was now in a position he could not even imagine. It was not just to say only fried ball. Grilled steak with sauce over creamy sauce and over a powdered sauce made of wine. Honey Air with edible petal beside. One of them was the dishes they could not even imagine.
And it all happened in a moment. No, it was made. It was not only from Cho's mouth. Most of the creations we made here were based on ideas they had taken, not Chomin.
That was why Cho was great. Originally it was just a thought, a trivial idea that ended in misconceptions when it came to Cho Min-joon. It became an art. And now they were put in front of them.
The change, the difference, made them tremble.
The world's most notable chef.
A genius with brilliant talent than anyone else.
Absolute taste.
Symbol of Rose Island.
The owner of Jotus.
All kinds of nicknames to form the name of Cho Min-jung went through my head. But in the end, one last word in their minds was one.
'… he is real.'
In this fake and dirty world, he was more authentic than anyone else. It was a real chef.
Suddenly Gwen thought that Cho Min – jun was like a polar star.
Even if you do not do anything, just like the North Star that leads the lost traveler just by being there, Cho Min – jun will also follow it even if it is in the spot.
In essence, instinctively (3)
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