-Ha, what the hell is this...…. What should I say? It's been such a long time since I had such a mysterious taste.

"It's mysterious?”

I know. It's delicious. Yes. It's really good. I wonder if this is ice cream, and it's very luxurious. But. Ha, I'm going crazy.

Choi Han-seok shook the small stainless steel spoon he had in his hand and cried out.

Looking at the wrinkles in the middle of the forehead, it looks like you're really worried.

I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed by this.

It was the first time that Choi Han-seok was worried that he could not express the taste of food.

Do you want to try it first?

"Yes, you should."

Let's go!

I picked up a small dessert spoon every day.

Choi Han-seok tasted all three ice creams of soybean paste, soy sauce, and red pepper paste.

One day as well. Mix all three together, one at a time.

"Lower pressure."

The first taste, of course, is savory.

It didn't make sense if it wasn't savory with so much milk.

Next is sweetness.

"Sweetness fits the bill."

It took a lot more sugar than I thought to get rid of the greasiness of milk.

It's been a long time since I made ice cream, so I was a little worried, but this is enough...I was about to think that ….

'Huh?'

Look at this. Haru, you're just like me! Don't you think so?

Shortly after the sweet taste struck the tip of the tongue, something squeezed in between.

It was salty, spicy, and savory.

Those flavors were much sharper than I thought.

However, it did not pick or spoil the taste itself like a blunt knife.

One day, I was able to understand perfectly why Choi Han-seok reacted like that.

It's a taste beyond words.

Salty, sweet, spicy, bitter. It wasn't just this much.

There were dozens or hundreds of detailed and delicate flavors that could not be described in words.

Of course it was sweet. But it was hard to say sweet.

"Well, it tastes a lot like Michelin."

Hey, that's right. That's right! I organized it in one queue.

"I mean, I don't know about the Grand Prix judges, but at least the Michelin judges are gonna love it. Anyway, it's amazing. "Kkkkk."

I know. It must be so popular.

To be honest, the taste of the day was very different from what I had in mind.

The basic base is similar, but dozens of small flavors that were not expected gathered to create something much different.

But it was rather good. This dessert was more delicious than I imagined.

And there were enough ways to verify it.

"How is it? Is it edible?”

It's good! It's good!

It's so delicious. Oh, my God.

It's so delicious! It's just delicious, really!

Ike and two other children rushed to eat the Jang ice cream given by Haru.

At first, he hesitated, saying that he smelled something strange, and after tasting a bite at the recommendation of the day, his eyes almost turned away.

To be honest, it's a little disappointing.

It was a day when I cooked for children in the city with Ike at the forefront.

It was because I had never seen them eat so well.

It was surprising. Without saying a word, the children ate ice cream with the happiest expression in the world.

Even with a lot of stuff around my mouth.When I asked him how he felt, he said only one thing.

It's delicious!

How is it delicious?

It's just delicious! Uncle Haru, you're the best!

Honestly, at first, I thought it would be natural because they were children.

But after a while, I thought like this.

"It's not natural because they're children, it's just natural."

What did you say for a day?

"It's nothing. It's just, I think I know a little bit now."

It was a moment when the remaining worries melted away. Haru clenched his fist.

"I've got confidence.”

Who are you?

"I'm confident I'll win. I'm not going to lose."

-Wow!

Choi Han-seok laughed out loud.

Normally, he would have said, "Don't be too proud" or "Keep your toes on".

As expected, right?

"Of course. Who's student?"

Of course! Who's teacher is it?

Yay. Two of them gave a cool high five.

There were no worries or anxieties left.

as such

* * *

"……Wow."

"What the hell, hmm."

"Come out for a second. I'll have one more bite. I can't control the taste with a bite of this."

The judges, who tasted the dessert of the day, quickly showed embarrassment and embarrassment in their faces.

Ben's reaction was particularly great.

He beat the other judges and continued to say, "Does this make sense?" and "What is this?" and ate all the ice cream that Haru brought.

Even that wasn't enough, I called for a day.

In addition, Ben was the biggest of all judges.

One day I saw it for a moment. His eyes glistened when he was eating ice cream.

"Chef, do you have anything left?”

"I tend to make plenty. Can I get you more?"

"Well, yes. Bring me more. Bring it all back!"

"Please wait a little longer."

The day rushed to his counter.

After bringing the container that had been frozen in dry ice, I scooped enough ice cream and decorated it beautifully and brought it back.

As Ben scooped it up with a happy look on his face, other judges, who were smacking their lips around him, also pushed for spoons and chopsticks.

"……what is it, this.”

"I don't know, it's ridiculous. That's not even funny."

One day was the last in the screening order.

German and French chefs made desserts using chocolate and macaroons, respectively, and the evaluation was quite good.

This is because it was a dessert that was faithful to the basics rather than a great technique, and the two were masterful at the end of the basics.

Perhaps this was the best dish they could choose.

However, such a big picture was shattered by Haru's ice cream.

And Tanaka.

“…….”

There was no response. It was true.

Laugh, or make a bad face. I didn't even move my body much.

He just stood there.

One day, and looking at the judges eating his cooking. I just stood there like a rock.

No one knows what Tanaka might be thinking.

Even the people who care about him. Everyone was distracted by the day's ice cream.

For your information, Tanaka made a dessert using kyeongdan and red beans, a traditional Japanese dish.

Add the malcha cream to the paste mixed with red beans and chocolate, and add the chewy texture to the pastry.

It was a dessert of high quality, luxurious, and both like and dislike.

That is why it received a good review. Enough to keep up with the other two chefs.No, it was a good assessment, to be exact.

Soon after the day's evaluation began, the pecking order itself was pushed madly.

The two chefs clicked their tongues, twisting their mouths as if they were speechless.

Ben, who had almost emptied the ice cream that Haru had brought, looked at the empty bowl as if he was disappointed, and immediately raised his head and asked.

"What did you say was in it?”

"Doenjang, red pepper paste, soy sauce. These are traditional Korean fermented ingredients."

"Jang-ra, Jang-ra...…. I knew what ingredients it was. No, I thought I knew. I shouldn't say that I know anywhere else. I'm telling you, it was the best."

Chuck!

Ben raised his thumb as hard as he could.

I didn't say much, but there was no one who couldn't understand that his satisfaction was really high.

The faces of the other two chefs rotted a little more.

"I agree. Honestly, they put the intestines in the ice cream, so I was really curious at first.…. Now I'm learning a lesson. Seriously."

"It was a really shocking taste. Oriental ingredients in Western ice cream. It was pleasant."

The judges said good things one by one.

Thanks to Ben's rave reviews, not rave reviews, other judges could not make strong comments.

If others do so, the ranking of the day will be revealed, and crucially, it scratches the pride of other chefs who made it to the semifinals.

Of course, some people didn't care about that at all.

"May I ask what you thought of this food?”

When it was his turn, Adam cautiously rose from his seat.

Haru nodded and answered without hesitation.

"I thought I couldn't win if I made a classic dessert."

"Isn't ice cream classic?"

"I thought we'd twist it as much as we could, not out of the frame of dessert. I don't know if Judge Adam enjoyed it."

"Really... I like that idea. Especially that I didn't think outside the box."

Adam smiled lightly.

I thought the same thing for a day.

Dessert is dessert because it is dessert.

The moment you leave the mold or reason for existence, it doesn't become a dessert.

Then, no matter how delicious it is, Adam would have given the lowest score without hesitation.

He was a man who cared more about these principles than anything else.

That was also why Adam was the most influential judge here.

Ironically, he was becoming the biggest variable who cared a lot about principles.

"To be honest. When I took out the intestines while preparing the ice cream base, I was sure."

Oh, one of us definitely failed.

"I understand."

"But... I have to admit I'm wrong this time. It might have been my gut that fell. It's a taste I've never imagined. It was a completely different taste from what I thought while watching the cooking process."

"I tasted the dish for the first time and thought about it. It's so different.”

"That's a coincidence, and it's a masterpiece. The chef seems to have grown more now than at the beginning of this competition. Thank you for the meal."

There was no such thing as a bad press.

Adam put the microphone down like that, and other judges looked at him with more surprising eyes than they thought.

No one could deny that this day's intestinal ice cream was the best of all time.

However, not many people expected Adam to give such favorable reviews.

And very soon, quite rightly."Let me announce the first place."

Giovanni picked up the microphone.