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God of Cooking

By Yangchigi Jali

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'Huh true ….'

Cho Min-jung swallowed his sigh. There is a degree of unfairness, too, how heaven always wanted to favor Kaya.

'This was my idea.'

It was here that Cho Min-joon was most excited about the trip. Through the dialogue with Higashino, I wanted to peek at what he did not have. So when asked if Higashino would like to see in the kitchen, he was the one who was more delighted than anyone else. Actually it was a problem that I could not ask for in front of Higashino.

But it was Kaya who was growing up with it. It is also only one dish.

A woman who is so ridiculous is his wife. I always knew, but I could not get used to her talent.

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Kaya is good at getting something first. In fact, now is not even a minute. It was too routine. Rather than being frustrated and frustrated here, he had to catch up somehow.

It was always this relationship. Kaya goes first, he catches up.

'So what did you hold?'

Cho Min-joon looked at Kaya in a hilarious way. Whatever it is, Kaya has now seen something in this experience that she has not seen in the past.

You may ask to ask. Kaya could not regret a word like that. However, Cho decided not to ask. It was not a matter of pride. In a word, he knew he would not change.

If Joe Min – joon had been able to realize it, he would not have left the trip in the first place. It might be more helpful to just read the chefs' book and see the chefs debating on the internet.

But eventually I had to hit my body. I could not have anything unless I hit it. Cho Min-joon looked at the guest. She smiled as if she was stretching while eating the pasta they made. When I think about it, spaghetti was an easy menu for Joe Min-joon and Kaya. It was not easy to make, it was easy to make delicious. It was the material that I treated so much.

'It will not be like that in the future.'

I could not have expected that it would continue to come with such an easy order. And that certainly was the idea. The next thing that came in was the workers who seemed to have just arrived after the company was over. They each had a different order. One is Don Kotzlamen, one is Gyudong, and one is stir-fried sausage.

Ironically, the most embarrassing thing about Cho was the last sausage stir. Fried sausage that can be made easily even if it is a general person. However, it was hard for Cho Min-joon to be more difficult. The easiest way to make it to the general public is that the sausage stir-fry is a simple dish.

But just like him, he did not have time to worry. Cho quickly brought the cream of the pumpkin and mixed it with the ketchup. Then I started to stir onions, green peppers, and sausages together. I had a bit of butter, so when the dish is over, this sausage will have a rich flavor that will not be pushed to the foie gras.

'· · · · How did you do it.'

I took a breath.

It was after I had cooked it thinking so. Soon after, Akita came to Jo Min-joon with a grim look.

"· · · · · ·.

"Yes."

"Um … I do not think your guest, Sookie, would fit in your mouth, huh?"

"Fried sausage? That would not be right …. "

"Neither the dog who ordered this nor Neo. I just want to have a Cappu … ····. "

Akita was a bit embarrassed even though it was saying that. In fact, the customer who protested now was often a visitor to this place. And it was not a very demanding guest. However, if you see me talking about cooking again this way · · · · · · I did not fit into the mouth of the hinge.

'Can Minjoon's cooking fit in your mouth?'

Honestly, Akita was a little surprised. Cho Min-joon was not an ordinary chef. If he made it, whatever it is, it will not be tasteless.

Nevertheless, it means that you stuck it · · · · Why is it. Akita did not feel well. However, Cho Min-joon was different. He soaked his slightly dried lips.

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"Of course."

Higashino nodded with a cheerful expression in the mumbling of Cho Min-joon. I always showed a gentle expression, and it was a very satisfying appearance because Cho Min-joon was once in a hurry.

"The chef who looks at the high places can be a strange mistake. Under the same conditions, people would like to have a more luxurious dish. So that makes the simple sausage stir, so you have to bluff somehow. "

"You look like a bluff, is that it?"

"If a guest cooks something he does not want, where is the worse than that?"

"······." Cho Min – joon, who was trying to answer, soon said, "I can not find a word to say. It did not mean that Higashino was completely accepted. Rather, the horse in Higashino wanted to have a little cowardly corner. 'It is for the guest.', He will become a person more faithful to his own expression than a guest, no matter what he says.

'· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · ·?

my head hurts. The duty of the chef he thinks and the duty of the chef whom Higashino thinks seemed to be similar. Higashino opened his mouth.

"Let 's just stir the sausage. We use only ketchup without any other ingredients, as our guests want. "

"Got it."

Cho Min-joon began to care for sausage without saying anything. Whether the opinions of Higashino and Cho Min-joon are different or not, it was clear that the guest did not welcome the stir-fried sausage that Cho Min-joon had created.

'Only ketchup is …'

Cho Min-joon looked at the sausage cooked on a stainless steel pan with a complicated look. The sausage, cut out in octopus shape, caused a strange sensibility. The onion, bell pepper, and pork were ripe beside it. I felt that each of the vegetables was unique and I was getting more and more bloated.

'Yes, it's delicious.'

Cho Min – joon nodded his head. I wanted to have someone in this world who could cook sausage without taste. It was a dish that had to be delicious as it is, as it is, if it exists, or not.

However, Cho did not accept the taste. No, I accepted it, but I did not think it was a taste for the chef as a chef. It was a strange thing. When I recall that it was a dish that focused on the 'original taste of ingredients' that Cho Min – jun introduced as a main dish in a cooking show in France the other day.

Cho Min – joon sprinkled ketchup on sausage. Even though it seems to be roughly rooted, the root was the ketchup in the strict calculation. The taste of ketchup should neither cover the sausage nor be pushed. While coating the top of ketchup moderately, it is just good enough to bring out the richness of vegetables and sausage with a unique acidity of ketchup.

But even with such delicacy, it was only sausage fried at best.

And Cho Min-joon was unfamiliar with this dish because I could only express it as 'the best.'

I wondered why I was discriminating against cooking. He was determined to rescue Higashino from the swamp, but he really wanted Higashino to be in the swamp. What is really in the swamp is that he can not get out of this bustle of endless competition.

Sausage stir-fry was completed. Cooking score was 5 points. It was a score that had not come from his hand recently. Cho put out the sausage stir and looked at the guest who was eating much more delicious than he had mixed the cream before.

I was dizzy.

Something that he thought the truth so far was not true. I wondered if he had walked into the illusion of his life alone. I just wanted to get over it because he did not know how to taste it … but I could not do it.

And then, Kaya opened his mouth.

"Do you care?"

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"I do not think the customers who ate at our store, the customers who ate at the store. Both are equally happy. "

"It is not very pleasing …"

Cho Min-joon said in a clumsy voice. Kaya looked at Cho Min-joon. When I became an adult, I looked at my husband who was still a boy. He was in the making, but Kaya laughed rather. That brilliant regret, disgust, was making him alive. I made him more beautiful.

Actually, this shop is not so good because it is Kaya. It was not because the store was not good. Rather, it was so sweet that it was so pretty that they did not have it.

But, it's okay.

"We can not have it all, is not it?"

Kaya opened his mouth with a rather sincere voice. And Joe looked at Kaya at that end. Kaya said that she did not have it, she could not have it all. And that was right.

Higashino chose the simplicity, and Chominjun chose Takakaya to be glamorous. On that subject, I would like to have all the advantages of a rustic restaurant… It was too selfish.

And that was the moment. Higashino opened his mouth.

"Do you know why this restaurant's name is a ceremony?"

"· · · ·?

"This store actually keeps the most essential aspect of cooking."

Cho Min-jung stared at Higashino. Higashino opened his mouth with a confident voice as if he could see what he was thinking right now.

"Before I was in the palace, I was working in a restaurant where people could hardly come once a year. And as it was, my dish had to be special. Do not think that the person who eats it is a waste of money. So my cooking was different, new and special. In fact, it could not be called a dish. It is sure to be a good dish, but … it was far from the essence of cooking. "

"Was it different in the court?"

"It was different. It was a splendid thing, but I was not special and new at that time … I had to make food to eat every day. And then I knew. No matter how special and new it is, it is new. And so, I had to try to understand the beauty of simplicity. "

"Was that a conclusion …?"

"Yup."

Higashino nodded his head. He looked at Joe Min-joon with unshakable eyes. It was quite comparable to the absence of confidence in Cho Min-joon's eyes.

"You might as well decide. I want to cook, I want to do art. "

"Cooking and art."

Cho Min-joon stomped and said it. And that was the moment. In Cho 's mind, one thought came to mind. Just as the ripples on the pond did not sound once and finish, the thought that once happened filled his head.

And at the end, a pair of windows came up in front of Cho 's eyes.

[Faced with an option.]

[Do you want to finish cooking as a dish? Do you want to complete it as an art?]

[Faced with an option.]

Do you want to feel food as food? Do you want to feel as art?]

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