Gulp.

Not only Haru, but most of the chefs who were there swallowed dry saliva.

In conclusion, Park Ju-hyuk's pride was properly broken today, although he recovered his pride.

In addition, the recovery method was none other than the 'real' gomguk that was brought up by one day after day.…. Park Joo-hyuk's stomach is burning.

Trudging.

Leaving behind a raucous restaurant, the pair walked through the back door with a grim look on their faces.

Of course, Choi Han-seok was next to Haru.

A serious look, not the usual playful face.

Fortunately, Park Joo-hyuk headed to another room that was empty, not the back door.

Anyway, Choi Han-seok was also able to follow because he was in the oral fairy tale.

The door to the room was firmly closed, leaving behind the worried chefs' gaze and subtle support.

Sighing as the ground went down, Park Ju-hyuk asked in a firm voice.

"How did you know?”

"You know what?"

"My beef bone soup will fail. Didn't you know that and make the beef-bone soup from your teacher's recipe?"

I thought this question would come back, but it was too straightforward.

I couldn't help but panic because I was human for a day.

When Haru gave Choi Han-seok a hint, he stood behind Park Joo-hyuk and said.

Let's just put it around. Anyway, Juhyuk needs to break his pride. Be confident. You didn't do anything wrong now. You know that, right?

I didn't do anything wrong.

You were right.

Haru, who gained courage, spoke confidently.

"That's not true. Chef Park Joo-hyuk knows. I stay in the kitchen almost every day and practice cooking alone."

"……yes."

"Yesterday, I just thought of it and made gomguk. You must have talked about beef bone soup in the morning. Although I was rejected by the chef, I wanted to cook it since I remembered."

That was quite right.

In fact, one day, he offered Park Joo-hyuk a change of gomguk, and instead of accepting the offer, he understood it as a challenge to himself and ran wild.

"So, it's a coincidence? My bone soup was ignored by the royal court, and it just so happens that the master's bone soup he wanted was in the fridge?"

"Yes, it's a coincidence.”

"You, now it's a horse...….”

"Head chef Park Joohyuk. Don't just get angry and think about it. If it hadn't been for this coincidence I made, what would have happened to the chef?"

“…….”

Park Joo-hyuk was about to lose his temper with his face flushed, but he became silent at the words of the day that followed.

Because it wasn't wrong. Because I couldn't even refute it.

What if a day didn't create this little coincidence?

Wang Cheng would have gone mad waiting, and the oral fairy tale would be a regular and lose a VVIP.

Considering the characteristics of Wang Cheng, who is interested in gourmet and meets a lot of rich people, the damage that oral fairy tales will suffer in the long run was literally enormous.

Not to mention, of course, Park's honor as a chef, which will be easily trampled on in the process.

That would completely end his life as a chef.

Park Joo-hyuk will also be imagining and thinking about this now.

That's why I can't say anything to Haru.

In a way, Haru became a savior who saved Park Joohyuk's life as a chef.

Haru, wait.

Choi Han-seok, who was silently listening to the intensifying conversation between the two, whispered something in Haru's ear.It was a frightening day, but he nodded.

He said to Park Joo-hyuk, who had been grimacing silently after hearing his scolding.

One last word from his teacher.

"Chef Park Joohyuk. This is what I think. Perhaps, this coincidence was that Master Choi Han-seok, who left first, helped the chef."

"Help me... ..? Master?"

Choi Han-seok was betrayed by his son Park Joo-hyuk.

I'm angry. I'm mad as hell.

Nevertheless, Choi endured it. Because he's a son.

Choi Han-seok knew.

At this rate, the oral fairy tale will not end with the loss of three stars, and Park Joo-hyuk's life as a chef will be horribly ruined.

That's why I asked Haru to do it.

I'll make you the best, save your son's life.

father

He was the only word that could express Choi Han-seok.

"Yes, I think so."

The expression and tone of the day when you seem to have more faith than ever.

In a way, it was natural that Park Joo-hyuk's teacher asked him to deliver it.

But for Park Chu-hyuk, who would never know about it, a day seemed new.

"When did he grow so big?’

I'm sure he's a young guy with a lower age and lower experience than himself.

The pressure I felt was more like a teacher than a tiger.

"Get out of here first. Tell the kids I'll be out soon."

"Yes, chef."

So I let the day go first.

There were many things I wanted to say to Haru, but I couldn't bring up any of them.

Strange pressure. I couldn't get rid of the feeling of being really my teacher.

"Teacher Choi Han-seok…….”

Park Chu-hyuk stayed in the spacious room alone and bowed his head to think of his teacher.

What happened today, and a chef named Haru who changed dramatically.

Isn't it time to get your act together, you idiot.

Choi Han-seok did not follow Park Chu-hyuk for a day, but just looked at him.

* * *

That evening.

As always, small lights were lit up in the oral fairy tale where most of the staff had left work.

But there wasn't a day left.

I have been blaming myself for being unreasonable for the past few days, and I have had a little time to live my life as I cook for the ghosts almost every day.

Actually, it's only about 3 days, but anyway.

I went home early today following Choi Han-seok's advice to take a good rest since I had a hard time with work today.

Therefore, it was not one day to keep the oral fairy tale of late night.

"What's the trouble of getting it this late at night?"

Crunch, rustle, rustle, rustle!

Park Joo-hyuk put down a large black plastic bag as if he was throwing it in the kitchen.

What you see in it is blood-filled intestines.

From daechang, small intestines to head meat. It was a bit grotesque to look at raw.

Park Chu-hyuk tried to save cow intestines this late evening.

After mobilizing all of his personal connections, he managed to get some quality cow intestines.

"Meat... because I have some of the meat I used earlier."

Remove bright red beef with entrails.

The area of the sun, commonly referred to as the 'brisket.

In line with the reputation of oral fairy tales, all of them were Korean beef with the highest quality, more than A++.

"Sigh, I wish you'd had a smoke."

The same thing happened in the morning, and the face of the day with Master Choi Han-seok kept lingering in my head.The pride of Korean food, the head chef of a Michelin three-star restaurant, was not only humiliated by VVIP, but was saved by a rookie who was just out of his league.

I felt bad at first. I couldn't stand it because I felt like I was trampled all over my pride.

So I tried to get angry with Haru. I tried to crush you like I'd been beaten.

by the way

"Maybe, this coincidence was that Chef Choi Han-seok helped me...….”

When Haru said that, Park Joo-hyuk couldn't say anything.

He also doubted his own eyes. In a very short moment, it seemed like Choi Han-seok teacher overlapped with Haru.

A sense of intimidation that you can't think of as a day you know. Park Chu-hyuk couldn't help but get out of there as if he was running away.

And so it turned out to be now.

In the late dawn oral fairy tale kitchen, where there was a day, he was left alone to cook beef soup.

It's not a fancy recipe that you're confident in, but a rough recipe from your teacher.

Tubbuck, tubbuck.

Park Chu-hyuk headed out of the restaurant half-warmed to shake off his weird feeling.

I wanted to smoke a cigarette so bad.

I took out my cigarette, bit it in my mouth, and soon crumpled my face and threw it on the floor.

"No, no. It's your recipe for beef bone soup."

Park Joo-hyuk was originally a smoker, but quit after meeting Choi Han-seok.

"When a chef smokes, his sense of taste becomes blurred," and "Don't even come near my kitchen with the smell of cigarettes." Because I got scolded like crazy.

"Era, I don't know. Now."

Park Joo-hyuk, who ran to the kitchen, washed his hands like crazy.

After placing the water in a large pot, place it on a fireball and begin to gut.

"Well, what was the ratio? Was the gut two and the head five? Isn't it? The visceral ratio...….”

My teacher's beef bone soup was never easy.

If you make a mistake in organizing your intestines or make a mistake in proportion, the smell will be gone.

I usually memorized it even though I didn't like it, but I couldn't remember it when I tried to make it after a long time.

"Sigh, it doesn't taste so good. I don't think they can sell beef bone soup in the market.….”

Choi Han-seok taught himself the recipe for beef bone soup very well. It's so catchy.

Therefore, I hated my teacher's beef bone soup.

Above all, I didn't like the fact that truffle, a Western material, was in it, and even that it was used together with the beef bone and guts.

Park Joo-hyuk quickly forgot the recipe for beef bone soup right after his teacher died.

Because I didn't want to remember any more. Because I thought it was a recipe I didn't need.

But why on earth.

"Don't you remember? I was memorizing it. I don't think there was much."

Slowly moved his hand, groping for a faint memory.

The beef intestines I bought were trimmed, and all the bones of the beef bone were removed and boiled.

Just exactly 24 hours ago, just as a day was here.

Park Joo-hyuk stayed alone in the kitchen of the oral fairy tale and cooked.

After hours of hard work, a bowl of beef bone soup was completed.

The color was white and milky. It was definitely different from the clear beef bone soup that Park Chu-hyuk insisted on.

"I never thought I'd do this again…….”

Add green onion and pepper, a little hesitatingly ground to truffle.

Park Joo-hyuk, who was looking at his completed teacher's bowl of beef bone soup, smiled unconsciously.

This situation was ridiculous.Beef bone soup with truffles, which was the biggest culprit of fighting almost to the point of dissection with my father-like teacher.

He made it by himself.

"Let's taste it."

Park Joo-hyuk picked up the spoon with a slightly shaky hand.

The smell of gomtang mixed with the scent of truffles.

It was absolutely too much to call it Korean food.

Park Joo-hyuk thought so and slowly tasted the soup with a little bit of it.

Slurp!

"What is it?"

At the same time, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Just because it's more delicious than your own? It was not the only one.

To be honest, it was delicious. Much more than the clear beef bone soup he cooked.

It was delicious because of the beef bone. The gut added a sense of heaviness.

Park Joo-hyuk also had basic skills, so he almost perfectly caught the smell of internal organs.

Okay, that's good.

The teacher's beef bone soup is superior to his own. I was able to acknowledge this.

By the way, I couldn't understand this much.

"More than a day boiled...…. No, more than your teacher's. Why does it taste worse?"

Park Chu-hyuk is almost in tears.