"Oh, yeah, it's a day. I want to ask you a question."

"Yes, chef Park Joo-hyuk. What's the matter?"

"Well, I don't know what you think. What do you think, Chef Bean?"

The day when Haru was called by Park Joo-hyuk and went to oral fairy tale.

And like a sudden call, the day I met Bin again.

When there was a short break in the middle of the shoot, Park Joo-hyuk called for a day to ask as if he had waited.

"Chef Bean?"

It just so happened that Haru was thinking about Vienna as well.

We met again after a long time since the first time we saw each other in the market, but she hasn't changed a bit.

He was stubborn and could only see himself.

That's why we made a very delicious but difficult dish using chicken breasts again.

"I think you're a good chef. He looks like he's good at cooking. The basics look pretty solid."

"Hey, man, don't say that between us. You know I didn't ask for that, right?”

"As expected, right?"

"You're the one who can ask this question. I'm thinking about it a lot, too. Haru, you know how I feel, right?”

"I know. Why don't I know?"

Previously, Park Joo-hyuk said he didn't care or think about Vienna, but now he's asking Haru as a chef versus a chef.

It is also because Bin's position in oral fairy tales has become narrower between the period.

To be honest, I was also curious about the day.

"Actually, I don't disagree with Chef Bean's cooking skills. Honestly, you're a good cook. But Koo Jeon-hwa and Chef Park Joo-hyuk don't just pick people based on their cooking skills."

"I used to pick one based on my cooking skills. By the way... you know? What Choi Hanseok used to say everyday. Just because you're good at cooking, you're not a chef."

"That's why I was curious. I know I shouldn't say this, but I didn't think Chef Bin was a good cook for oral fairy tales. I don't think you look good with other chefs. I think you're cooking too much."

Why did Park Joo-hyuk use such an old fairy tale?

"That's a little long, if I may say so. There's a story to it."

"Story?"

"Just to get to the point. Bin barely got into the oral fairy tale after 9 interviews.”

"Nine times?!”

And the story that Park Joo-hyuk told me was quite shocking.

Bin's back story, which I've only seen as a chef of oral fairy tales. A story about what kind of person she is.

Park Chu-hyuk told Haru what was inside him.

Bean said he appeared out of nowhere one day.

There was not much to begin with.

I want to come alone as a guest and taste the food from the oral fairy tale and see the chef from the server. I asked for it and asked him to let me work here because I didn't have to get paid.

In fact, there were at least two to three people a week who came to the oral fairy tale this way.

That it wasn't really anything special.

Park Joo-hyuk, who also heard that someone wanted to come into the kitchen, approached Bin without much emotion.

We don't care about your career, your age, anything. So wait until the business is over today.

And after that day's business, I had a simple interview as always.

"Did you say Bin?" Seolbin."

"Yes, that's right."

"That's a strange name. Anyway, I'll give you a chance. There was an egg roll as a side dish in the course meal you had earlier, right? The one with perilla leaves."Yes, I remember."

"You should try making it. The same."

"All right."

It was a tradition that existed a day ago, but it changed a little after the day.

It's nothing special. The recipe for rolled omelet.

Anyway, Bin said he started cooking without delay as if he had expected.

And the rolled omelet she made.

"You must have been fine. Because you're talented."

"Well, actually, it wasn't. At first, it was just like.”

Bean also wasn't a good cook in the first place.

She, too, has fallen and shaved countless times.

"It's just, like. It just doesn't suck."

“…….”

"The eggs are undercooked. It doesn't taste right. It doesn't taste right. You're out. You can't just like this. I'm sorry, but I don't think we can make it."

"Really... that's all?"

"What?"

"No, I'll come back next time."

Bin clenched his teeth and started oral fairy tales.

And I came back exactly two weeks later.

Naturally, Park Joo-hyuk said, "No chance," adding, "I gave him one chance, so there is no second chance."

However, Bin appealed, saying that he was confident that he had grown up and that he would not appear in front of the chef for the rest of his life if he did not like it this time.

Park Chu-hyuk, who ended up doing worse, gave him one more chance.

"How about this?"

"Now... that's enough, isn't it?”

"I knew it."

"No, not 'I knew it'. Did you only do egg rolls for two weeks?”

"Yes. I think I've used a thousand eggs so far. I tried my best to do it."

"Huh... you've got a proper nut job.”

Bean has grown as much as her confidence.

Her rolled omelet was as delicious as a thousand eggs written by Bin.

However, it was not enough.

"Okay, good."

"Then you're gonna write me down me?”

"No, come back in the next two weeks. I told you it was okay, but I didn't tell you it was good. If you make a delicious rolled omelette two weeks later, I'll accept it then.”

"……okay. Thank you, Chef."

Bean went back like that.

And of course, it reappeared exactly two weeks later.

"Then Bin's body smelled like chicken shit. I thought a house was a poultry farm.”

"Then you've been making egg rolls for another two weeks?”

"He was, in a sense, incredibly crazy."

Then, did Bin pass this time?

It couldn't have been.

"Well, that's good. It's definitely delicious this time. The eggs are fantastic, not to mention the liver. The scent of perilla leaves and soy sauce is exquisite."

"So now you're going to write me down?”

"No."

"……why on earth."

Now it's done, and once again, words like a bolt out of the blue fell on Bin, who had been at ease thinking so.

No, it's not enough.

Park Chu-hyuk's eyes were still cold.

"It's delicious. It's delicious. The plate is empty."

"May I ask what you mean by empty plates."

"You're the only one on your plate. So it's empty and empty."

"What the hell is that?"

Words that are not easily understood.

But Bean did not give up.

Once again, two weeks. Four weeks. Six weeks.

So I challenged nine times in total.

They say there's no tree that can't fall after 10 strokes, but Bean barely made it in 9 tries.

Of course, it was not Park's preference.

She literally squeezed in the door of the oral fairy tale.

"It was tastier than we did."

"Chef Bean, is that a rolled omelet?"

"Is he amazing, too? Seriously, they made something more delicious than the rolled omelet we're going to the course. I can't do anything about it. I ended up in the kitchen. Of course, he still had himself on his plate."However, Park Chu-hyuk did not just let Bin in.

It's the same as a day.

"I said I'd give you 18 weeks, just as long as you tried oral fairy tales. Make it rich on your plate in there. Then I'll officially accept the oral fairy tale. I mean, he said yes."

"Richly on a plate……. How's it going now?”

"Now? No way. Haru, didn't you see me earlier? There's only a month left, but he's still the same. Of course, my cooking skills have improved a lot. But I still don't think he understood what I was saying. Well, I don't care because Bin will get a lot for 18 weeks."

"That's your style."

"That's true. Oh, and Haru. There's a reason why I don't really care about Bin at all."

In fact, Haru was also thinking that Park Joo-hyuk was too much.

Bin has been focusing on oral fairy tales for months, and he must have spent his money like crazy practicing cooking alone.

It was because I thought it was too much to abandon it.

However, Park said, "I am not worried at all."

"Bin said that during his first interview. His mom and dad are both chefs, and they have Michelin Three Star overseas."

"What? Really? If my parents are Michelin...….”

"You just grabbed a knife for your first birthday. He studied abroad. He said he just loved Korean food and he got a oral story. I heard there's a lot of money in the house. I can't tell you exactly who their parents are, but it's no joke. It's a golden spoon."

I can't believe you run a Michelin three-star restaurant overseas. Even your parents?

It was a moment when the question of why Bin was so confident, and also had the time and money to indulge in madness, was quickly resolved.

And luckily. Or, I don't know if Mitube's algorithm guided us.

There was a video caught in the eye of the day when I was watching a video of a masked chef.

It was a video of pork belly cooked with an oven.

It was taken by a French broadcasting station with a Korean chef working at a Michelin restaurant in his country.

Chef's name is Daniel. Daniel's theory.

And the way you look at it.

"With an empty chef……You look so much like him.

It looked like Bean's dad.

One day, I repeatedly reviewed Daniel Seol's recipe for grilled pork belly meat.

As a head chef at the Michelin Three Star Restaurant, his cooking skills were outstanding.

Perhaps it was comparable to Choi Han-seok.

And such a father's cooking was now in front of the eyes of the day.

It didn't show.

However, I've noticed Iberico pork belly, the main ingredient that Bin proudly brought, from the first time I saw it.

He said he won.

It was Bin's defeat that he brought such good meat.

"Chef Haru...…. How do you know Danielle's theory?”

"I told you, I saw a video on YouTube. And to continue, the video didn't use that good pork belly. I used the lower pork belly, which was a bit less oily. It's not Iberico full of marbling. Do you know why?"

"That's... just because it's a show, there's no reason to use expensive things."

"No, there's not much way to remove the oil from this dish. They say you walk when making the sauce, but the limits are clear. That's why I used parts that didn't have much oil. So if you use meat that's not as greasy as an empty chef now,"Bin tried to make his own counterargument with a growl, but he clenched his teeth not long after the words did not come out of his mouth.

I didn't even stare at the day as usual.

She was also aware of it.

What was your mistake?

"First bite, yes. It's delicious up to two bites. From three bites, it's too greasy to eat."

What was the cause of his defeat.

Looking at the stone plate of the day that was completely emptied without a grain of rice, about a third left, and now the enormous amount of pork oil has cooled down and turned completely white. She realized.

"I... lost."