The stories that Haru later heard were shocking.

Tanaka, of course, has never met Adam, but he has heard a lot from Jamie, who was close to him.

Jamie knew Adam because he started his own restaurant.

According to him. While preparing for the restaurant, Adam took his own test.

"I still remember. He threw me a piece of sirloin from the mart and told me to grill it medium rare.”

"It's a steak."

Steak is the most preferred and at the same time the most popular main menu in most fine dining.

It's luxurious because it's beef. It suits many people's tastes.

This is because it is too easy to perform various techniques at the same time.

Humanity has eaten steak, or grilled meat, for a long time.

That's why many recipes have developed. At the same time, most of them are delicious. It's feeling.

Jamie also cooked without much thought.

Sprinkle with salt and pepper, marinated, and baked in an oiled pan.

And when I finished the resting well.

"Adam cut the finished steak with a knife, and it stopped for a while. I was so nervous that I thought I was going to die! I keep blinking without saying anything."

"Oh, I totally agree. Sometimes chefs do that."

And usually, when that happens, the back is bad.

Jamie was even more so.

"He sighed suddenly. He looked like he was looking at a street puppy who had been starving for days."

I can't help but sigh at this age itself. I didn't expect the level of cook to drop this far. I can't believe the chef who came for Michelin is this much trash. I'm full of energy.

"……What? No, what? Did you really do that? Trash?!"

One day I was genuinely surprised.

No, you're not crazy.

There's a degree of vitriol, but it's way over the line. What a waste to a person.

But it didn't end there.

Trash, do you know what your fault is?

-I'm sorry, I don't know. If it didn't work.

Yeah, but it's better to say I'm sorry. The meat you baked is still trash. Let me explain briefly. Keep it in mind.

"The fire was too strong. The outside is overcooked, but the inside is undercooked. The juice came out too much, and I sprinkled too much pepper that killed the meat smell and burned the outside. I had to set the temperature higher by putting the meat at room temperature instead of roasting it right away, but it failed, and crucially, there was a tough part because the tendon was not cut off in advance."

"……Wow."

How impressive was Adam's cooking scene, does he still remember Adam's words this much?

Even a day is not wrong to look at.

They were all easy mistakes to make while making steak, and they were mistakes made a lot every day.

But you don't even taste it. I can't believe I just cut it once.

Simply put, Park Joo-hyuk couldn't do that either.

What the hell level is that? What about Adam?

I want to try the food he cooked.

One day I really thought so.

* * *

That's how the unexpectedly bustling dinner ended.

Tanaka and Jamie later said they were going to the pub to drink beer, but one day they returned after asking for an understanding.

This is because the white wine I drank at Jamie's restaurant earlier was very strong.In addition, one day there was a little more work to do at dawn.

'What about American ghosts? 'Cause we have to get around.’

I've never met a ghost at the airport.

I thought maybe there were no ghosts in the United States, but at the same time, I thought it couldn't be because they were all the same people anyway.

That's why we have time now. I was going to go out of the hotel after the door was opened.

Ghosts often hid or didn't show up somewhere in the morning or evening anyway, but when the door opened, they came out of nowhere.

"I thought Chef Tanaka was a very hard and scary person, but he wasn't. Chef Jamie is very nice and nice. Don't you think so?"

What, right?

The day I met my friend after a long time was very exciting.

Rolling around in a hotel bed, I asked Choi Han-seok, but his response was a little lukewarm.

A slightly drunk day puffed up my cheeks.

"What's wrong with you, chef? Like you've been feeling uncomfortable."

- What's there to make me uncomfortable. It's not that big a deal. It's just that I'm jealous to see young people play.

"I can tell you're lying. It's not like I've seen the chef for a day. I'm thinking about something else. Right?"

No, it's not important, you don't have to worry. Don't worry about it.

To be honest, Choi Han-seok was incredibly suspicious.

But he kept saying it wasn't a big deal, and it was ambiguous to ask all day.

The day's conversation ended in a bit of a dawdle.

Still, I thought it was an unexpected harvest because all the chefs who were going to fight in the competition seemed to be decent people.

I lay down for a few hours, slept, and woke up refreshed.

Looking at the clock, it's about 11:50.

I simply prepared and went outside.

"It's definitely very different from Korea."

Be careful. America has worse security than Korea. You never know what's going to happen in the city.

The downtown area of Los Angeles, of course, did not turn off the lights at midnight.

There were many bars still open, and at the same time there were people who enjoyed the night.

However, the atmosphere itself was very different from Korea.

It's not comfortable. It feels like everyone is getting nervous.

In Korea, if you sleep on the street drunk, the police will take you, but there may be a reason why the U.S. even takes off its clothes.

"Oh, it's chilly."

As expected, it was much colder at night.

Haru, who put his hand in his pocket, began to walk recklessly out of the hotel.

We don't have a separate restaurant, and I haven't thought about how to treat them even if I meet ghosts.

But I thought it was better than being stuck in a hotel room.

Half an hour to walk around like that.

…there was nothing.

"There must be no ghosts in America. This is unexpected."

Yeah, I did. It can't be just in Korea. The underworld said they don't know.

Of course, before coming to the United States.

Haru and Choi Han-seok treated the grim reaper with delicious food and asked him about things related to it.

What's going on in America? What's the difference overseas?

The grim reaper's answer was this.

"Because the Grim Reaper did. The reach of the King of the Underworld is to the Korean Peninsula. Other places are run by different rules.”

But I told you the basics would be similar. Or the time when the door opens. Well, it doesn't mean that people won't die just because the countries are different.In fact, it's been 12 hours now, so Choi Han-seok looked like a human, not a ghost.

Of course, everyone walking around the street did not make eye contact with Choi Han-seok because he was a ghost.

Choi Han-seok was here, but at the same time he wasn't.

In fact, the grim reaper told me not to worry because he thought only his name would be different, so I didn't think much of a day.

But since there are no ghosts like this. I couldn't help but worry.

No, I can't help it. Haru, you punk. My ears are red, too. It's cold, so let's call it a day and get going. Bacon was going to sing it tomorrow.

"As expected, right? Oh! Then let's just eat over there. I wanted to experience an American food truck."

All right, let's do it. Am I eating some American food after a long time?

Anyway, didn't you say traveling comes for the taste of food?

There was a small food truck on the way back to the accommodation.

It was interesting to do business until this time, but it seemed to be closing at a good time.

In other words, Haru became the last guest of the day.

"A slice of pizza and a hot dog. It's just American."

The menu was also hard to see in Korea.

Since the hot dog itself was developed as a food truck or substitute for standings in the first place, this can be said to be the original.

A blue-eyed white man was getting ready to close the store. As the day approached, I jumped around.

"Can I order now?”

"You're just in time. I was just about to close the business. What would you like?"

"I want chili dog and coke. What about you, chef?

I want pepperoni pizza. That's the basics, right?

"Okay! Wait a minute!"

The owner hummed and started cooking.

A large sausage was removed from the boiling water, and bread was baked with butter on the grill.

A big sausage on top of the bread. Lightly add lettuce and chopped onion, and pour the chilies over the side.

Chili is a traditional American food. It is a sauce boiled down with minced beef and pepper in the tomato base.

Tomatoes, beef, chili peppers.

How can this combination fail.

Of course it was delicious. To the point where it's make no sense.

Put cheese on top of it and finish with a torch. It was a fantastic visual.

On the other hand, Choi Han-seok's pepperoni pizza only warms up what he has already made.

But it was huge because it was a pizza from the mainland. The size of three slices of Korean pizza was one piece here.

In addition, Pepperoni was up as high as he could, which made my mouth water.

"Drinks are on the house. The last customer bonus?"

"Thank you! Thank you for the food."

Well, this place is good at pizza. Hmmmmmmm!

When Choi Han-seok took a bite of the pizza, well-melted cheese followed him.

Combination of spicy pepperoni and tomato sauce.

It's not a big deal, but is there a saying that it's so good?

Serve with chili as Dokdo.

Even though I ate it with sauce on my mouth, I couldn't stop because of the spicy and salty taste.

When your mouth is covered with salt? A sip of coke.

"Growl!"

It was a combination of automatically elasticity.

They sell these on the streets, so how can I not gain weight?

Sitting moderately near the food truck, he quickly ate hot dogs and pizza as if he was hiding his eyes from the maparam.

"As expected, I'm glad you came out.”

Right? Look. If you listen to me well, you'll fall asleep.Haru and Choi Hanseok smiling happily.

I'm about to throw away all the hot dog and pizza trash I've eaten.

"……oh."

Someone was caught in the eye of the day.

A man wearing a snapback and a backpack.

Seemingly just a student, it was so unbalanced with the time.

No, even after all that in the first place. Haru had a hunch.

"I found it."

A sense of genius in finding ghosts.