"Foundation, volunteering?"

"Yeah, why, you know, the thing you do every year? I was wondering if you'd like to go out this time."

Kim Ho-sung's sudden suggestion.

But I also knew Haru well.

Choi Han-seok also volunteered a lot during his lifetime.

Haru and Chef Choi Han-seok first met at an orphanage where he volunteered.

Choi Han-seok not only established a foundation named after him, but also regularly volunteered along with the "Fostering a Cooking Dreamer," which he had been using as his motif.

"Haru, you know, it's not much. I went out to cook with about 50 culinary high school students, and I treated them to a meal. That's the end of it."

"By the way... Wasn't that supposed to be done by chefs with skills and experience?" I have to teach students."

"Well, that's true. Chef Park Joohyuk said this last time. I heard I saw you again this time. I think my skills have improved a lot, so they said it would be okay to send it out."

Periodically, this service was a significant event.

To chefs who come out of oral fairy tales, and students who come to learn.

As I said before, oral fairy tale is a restaurant like Atlantis of people who dream of becoming Korean food chefs.

Being able to cook with a chef from such a place was a precious opportunity for students as a dream.

Of course, it was a great opportunity for chefs.

There is also a sense of honor and ability to teach passionate students, but if you go out to volunteer work, you can work many times more comfortably than in oral fairy tales such as battlefields.

However, Park Chu-hyuk, who did not acknowledge his daily skills a few days ago, recommended a day here.

In other words, he's secretly looking up to himself. There was no reason for Haru to refuse.

"Yes, I will."

"Okay. I think we can go out next Friday, but maybe you and another chef will go out together for a day. Oh, and the location is nearby Newtown."

A day I accepted with a little pleasure.

However, I was surprised by Kim Ho-sung's words.

For a moment, he asked back, doubting his ears.

"If it's Newtown nearby......in the back alley of our restaurant, there?"

"Yes, you know the place that went into redevelopment this time? I'm scheduled to serve there. Why? Is there something wrong?”

"Oh, no. There's nothing much.”

New town.

If so, it's not the alley where one plodding away every night.

Wow... Haru, did you see that? This is my big picture, I mean. Ahem!

Likewise, surprised Choi Han-seok came to the side of the day and straightened his shoulders.

As usual, it was a farce, but it didn't come into the ears of the day.

"How did this coincidence...….”

I have a hunch it's not just about feeling good.

I had a strong feeling that something unusual was going to happen.

* * *

Time flew like an arrow.

In the meantime, Hana came to the midnight restaurant every day to eat, and hurriedly disappeared into the alley.

I thought I'd bring it up a few words, but I didn't.

Now that you've come to your senses, it's Friday noon.

One day, I was at the entrance of Newtown with a senior chef from the oral fairy tale."Oh, there he is! Haru, let's go."

"Yes, yes!"

Waiting a little by the main road, a big bus arrived.

A bus with the sign 'Seoul Cooking Science High School'.

About 50 high school students swarmed down there.

A senior chef who had participated in volunteer work several times led the students naturally.

"You had a hard time coming, didn't you? But you'll have to suffer more from now on. "Kkkkk."

It was a bit awkward, but it seemed to be good for the students anyway.

"Senior, tell me about the restaurant before that!"

"Yes, do you know how hard we've worked to get out here? It was an opportunity to meet the oral fairy tale chef, so the competition rate was 10: 1!"

"I'll learn properly today!"

Cheerful students.

To them, Haru and the senior chef would have seemed to be dreams themselves.

The young students came out so passionately that the two could not help but cheer up.

The senior shouted in a cheerful voice.

"All right, then let's go. Let's see how good our wannabes are!"

The place to serve was a knight's restaurant located at the end of Newtown.

It was a restaurant with a considerable size for a driver's restaurant, but the number of customers decreased as people were swept away due to redevelopment.

The reason why you lent me the store as a volunteer is also the same.

I said it's because I don't want to make fun of the store since it's not open for business anyway.

One day, I prepared a dish with students, feeling grateful and lonely.

Today's main menu is pork bulgogi and clear chicken soup.

Excluding stimulating food to suit the characteristics of volunteer work that many elderly people come to.

The relatively difficult chicken-gomtang was played by seniors, and the pork bulgogi was played by Haru.

"The ingredients are simple. Onion, carrot, and green onion based on pork front leg meat. Sauce is a soy sauce base with minced garlic, oyster sauce, and oligosaccharide."

"Well, chef. I have a question!"

Before the start of cooking, I was explaining the recipe to the students, and some students asked questions.

The first time I've heard of a chef outside a restaurant.

The corners of the mouth of the day naturally rolled up.

"Huh? What is it?"

"Pork bulgogi is a dish that's cooked to the fullest. But wouldn't oligosaccharide burn well? Sugar looks better."

"That's true, but. If you add oligosaccharide and cook it well, the flavor will be better. In short, you can cook it well so you don't burn it."

"Ugh, what if I make a mistake...…. I'm so worried…….”

Pork bulgogi seasoned with oligosaccharide was certainly an easy-to-burn dish.

But one day I was confident.

I learned how to cook Tteokgalbi, which is many times more difficult than pork bulgogi.

That's also for the best Korean chef in the world.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you the right way. What does it mean to bake it properly?"

"Oh, you're such a fairy tale chef! I'll do my best!"

At the end of the day full of confidence, the students quickly regained their confidence.

It's time to start cooking.

Trim vegetables, make sauce and marinate meat.

One day, I had the students cook meat little by little first.

It was because I thought it would be better to fail first and make them feel it than to let them know from the beginning.

Sure enough, many students burned meat.

"Oh, it's so hard. Chef Lee Haru. If the fire is a little strong, it burns down, and if we put water in it, it doesn't taste like fire.""I know……The meat is brown, so it's hard to tell if it's cooked or not."

"Huh, I baked it properly! Chef Lee Haru, look at this. That's enough, right?

Joy and sorrow quickly crossed among the students.

There were many students who were crying, as well as those who praised themselves for their cooking skills.

At this very moment, a day has come out.

"Just take a good look. The basics of baking are heating the pan well."

I taught the students the same thing that Haru learned before.

When Chef Choi Han-seok taught Haru how to cook Tteok-galbi.

I told the students exactly what he had said.

Screaming!

Pork, which ate soy sauce seasoning properly, went on the grill.

It sizzled away with an appetizing sound.

It simply looks similar to what students bake.

"A sauce that burns when you make a mistake, and oligosaccharide that burns when you touch the fire. How do I cook this kind of meat properly.

Grilling.

It is the most basic and important recipe used in most dishes.

Especially when grilling meat.

This was because even the same meat tasted completely different depending on how it was grilled.

"Why, don't you think about this a lot? You have to flip the meat only once. If you flip it more than once, the juice will drain out. It's almost like common sense."

Just once for beef and twice for pork belly.

It's common sense that many people know, but it's actually.

"That's not it. To cook the meat properly, you have to keep turning it upside down. Especially if it's this kind of bulgogi. Even more."

Whip! Whip! Whip!

He repeatedly flipped the meat on the grill with his deft hands.

Over and over again without a break.

In the meantime, the fire continued to heat up, and the flames soared.

"This is how it tastes like fire."

"Wow……"

"You have to be mean to the meat. That's how it tastes."

The students' eyes were wide open to an untimely fire show.

The exclamations that burst by themselves.

It's just that I kept turning the meat upside down.

The finished product was on a different level from then on.

"Come on, who wants a bite?"

The fat part of the pork was charred, and the lean meat was well-cooked with juices.

The student who came forward at Haru's point was the one who bragged about how he grilled the meat.

Walked out confidently and tasted the roasted pork bulgogi for a day.

"Uh……?"

"How does it taste?"

"Totally... delicious. Oh, no. How is this possible? It's so delicious that it's incomparable to what I cooked earlier. The taste of fire is just...…. Wow."

The face of the proud student changed dramatically.

Soon I looked at the day with an incredible face.

"Chef Haru. What did you do? What did you do? How can it taste so different after grilling the same meat?

"Awesome. I want to try it!"

"Chef, let me have a bite, too!"

Students' reactions that heated up in an instant.

One day, he slowly handed down the know-how he had learned from Choi Han-seok.

Slowly, as the cooking preparation was almost finished, the senior who almost finished making the chicken soup approached me.

To students who see the day as almost like a wizard, he said, "I understand myself."

"Chef Haru is the chef we recognize in our oral fairy tale. He's young, but his skills improve so fast. You're a good cook! Sometimes I rather want to learn.”He also experienced the miracle of Tteokgalbi, which was created by a day.

Haru put a piece of grilled pork bulgogi in his mouth to see how it tastes.

Soon, a pleasant laugh burst out of his mouth while chewing.

"Hey... Hey, Haru. We can sell this at our restaurant."

"Are you all right, sir?"

"It's not all right, it's just amazing. The quality of today's meal is going to be great.

I naturally felt better with pleasant compliments.

Students who learn passionately, trust the day, and improve quickly.

Teaching them cooking made me feel energized, let alone tired.

"Chef Choi Han-seok must have felt like this.”

"Huh? Haru, what did you say?”

"No, sir. I'm just glad I did volunteer work.”

"Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Chef Choi Han-seok left this in the sky. I think it's the job of our oral fairy tale chefs to continue this. Oh, people are coming!"

Preparation that was completed by cooking rice with kimchi and side dishes provided by other companies belonging to Chef Choi Han-seok's foundation.

As soon as the preparations were finished, people waiting slowly began to rush into the restaurant.

Most of the guests are homeless or low-income elderly people who live near Newtown and have been relegated to redevelopment.

Society used to look down on them.

Since I played when I was young, thinking that I'm homeless now.

But one day I knew that the reality was never like that.

Business failure, rapid deterioration of health, etc.

There would be so many reasons, but I couldn't think that they would have imagined the hard life they are now in their youth.

It's the same now.

The elderly came to eat in their own best clothes and shoes.

"Elder man, eat a lot!"

"Huh, thank you. You look exactly the same age as my grandson."

"So it's your grandson's meal? Eat a lot, grandpa!"

"Oh, my God, how can you speak so beautifully? Thank you."

"Hey, Mr. Kim! Come here and try this. Pork! This! It's no joke!"

"Where, where. Hmm...Wow, that's awesome!"

"I heard you're a Michelin or something, but your hands taste different!"

A warm and delicious meal with students like grandchildren who show off their cuteness.

Before I knew it, the large driver's restaurant was full of people.

"It reminds me of Grandma Flower...….”

They were no different from Grandmother Flower.

People who want a warm conversation and a meal more than anyone else.

Seeing the elderly eating deliciously and laughing out loud thinking so, I felt strangely sad in one corner of my heart.

"Excuse me, bachelor. Can we come in, too?”

Thinking about this and that, a grandmother asked Haru.

She was a gray-haired grandmother in her 70s, and next to her was a seven-year-old boy holding her hand tightly.

I think he's here to eat with his grandson.

"Oh, of course! You can go sit over there.”

"Draw it, thank you. Daehan, let's go sit down. You have to eat a lot today. Reliable. Okay? Don't be picky."

A nodding grandson.

One day, I looked at the grandmother and the child until they found their seats.

I was about to run out of the prepared food.

As I looked at the people who were starting to leave after finishing their meals, I saw a familiar In-young over the door.Long straight hair and a familiar school uniform that looks a little crumbly. And it looks translucent.

"That's... one? It's one!”

What I was thinking vaguely really happened.

The mouth of the day opened on its own.