Turn it off.

Choi Han-seok made a painful sound.

I really knew it, but I didn't know it," he repeatedly looked at another place around him.

I couldn't find a place to look.

-I... -To be honest, I'm a little embarrassed. Haru didn't expect you to know that, and I didn't expect Adam's name to pop up there.

"I was just guessing. It was a bit of a confidence speculation, but thanks to the chef, the speculation has turned into confidence. I'm confident that I won't be shaken seriously anymore."

Aren't you upset with me?

Choi Han-seok asked suddenly. One day answered with a nod.

"Honestly, I'm disappointed. How can you not be upset? You knew I was being punished, but you didn't pretend you didn't know. It's very upsetting. I almost cried."

-Ugh... -How could you say that?

Taking a step back, he looked at the day as if he was a little sorry.

I didn't mean to go this far. I changed the mood at once. But you're still my teacher.

"But now I'm not sad at all. I'm sure he does, too, isn't he? I always trust Chef Choi Han-seok. If the chef hadn't told me that, I'm sure there's a reason why he would have done it for me. Earlier."

I definitely remembered. What Choi Hanseok said to Haru.

He opened his mouth like this. I didn't mean to say it for you.

So one day there was no doubt at all the doubts. Because I trusted Choi Hanseok.

Thank you very much.

"That's what I'm going to tell you."

So what are you gonna do now, Haru? From what you've told me, I think you've made some plans in your mind.

Choi Han-seok smiled full of laughter as if he liked it.

He liked the process itself of thinking and making decisions every day.

He said he is looking forward to what choice his student will make.

Of course, the same goes for a day. I've already finished thinking and making a decision.

"It's the same as the first time. What?"

First time? What are you talking about?

"The first time I made a commitment to come to America. The plan and the conclusion are the same anyway. Now that we've reached the final. No matter how dirty it is, anyway. What I want is just around the corner.”

The day stretched out my arms.

Clenched his outstretched hand, as if to grab a star somewhere far away.

"I have to catch it. I'm going to win. So... I'm going to open a Michelin restaurant. The restaurant I'm the head chef named after.

As expected, right? You're like my student!

"As expected. What's my teacher like?"

Two people looking at each other full of confidence.

What absurdities, what difficulties. It didn't matter at all.

One day I was confident. I'm confident that I can overcome all of them with my skills.

That's why he's already won.

He said the date for the final has yet to be decided.

One evening, I talked to Yumi on the phone until after dawn.

* * *

Stomping, stomping, stomping.

A heavy sound of shoes rang out in the hallway, where the red carpet was beautifully laid.

The time is about 7 p.m.

"Whew... I'm going crazy.”

Bacon sweated out in a cold sweat. He took out a handkerchief from his inner pocket and wiped off the sweat full of his face.

Originally, I was going to arrive around 6 o'clock, but the time was delayed too much than I thought.

The reason was simple. Bacon chose his clothes for as long as an hour."It's ambiguous to dress too hard, but if you dress casually, you might ask if it's easy again…I don't know what to do with this."

The result of taking out all the clothes in the carrier was a suit that was moderately modest.

It's not that it's too stylish, but it's not that it's

But one funny thing is.

The place Bacon found dressed up like that was none other than the top floor of the hotel he was tying up.

After a long pause in front of the door, he managed to make up his mind. I tapped carefully on the tightly closed door.

"Are you there, sir? It's bacon.”

“…….”

There's no answer. Once again.

"Mr. Adam, this is the bacon I told you about yesterday!"

Then there was a rustling sound from beyond the door.

As he was half-stopping in panic, he soon burst open and his familiar face popped out.

"Bacon, I'm sorry. I couldn't hear you because I was concentrating on something.”

"No, I'm sorry I'm a little late. By the way……."

Adam, who was greeting politely, found something and raised his head.

Smell. Sweet, spicy, and salty scent. Adam's hotel room smelled very peculiarly of food.

Bacon had a hunch that this was not just the smell of delivery or take-out food.

So the conclusion will be one.

"Did you cook by any chance?"”

"Come on in. It's uncomfortable to be outside."

Adam answered the startled Bacon's question with a gentle smile.

As he walked into the room with his guidance, the smell of delicious food became stronger. My mouth was watering by itself.

"I just thought of one thing. I was making it simple.”

"On pork……I think I smelled it before."

"It's red pepper paste. I mixed ketchup and BBQ sauce with red pepper paste. Red pepper paste. I think it's an interesting ingredient. It's not simply spicy, it's not simply salty."

What bacon was making was pork back ribs barbecue.

It was made using an oven in the hotel room, and it felt like I was going to lose my mind when I saw the sauce sizzling on a large pork back ribs.

In fact, pork back ribs are a common dish for Americans.

It's not an incredibly luxurious dish either.

They sell a lot at restaurants, and they often come out at festivals and parties.

But even though it's such a familiar dish, it's definitely something different to be here now.

Bacon has become difficult to control his constantly ticking saliva. I said it with all my might.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Adam cook. You told me last time that I'd rarely cook."

"Well, it's a simple dish. And I just wanted to eat something like this, but there aren't any places around here that sell it. What can I do? I didn't have a choice.”

"Where in the world would there be a place that sells perfect dishes that you can imagine?"

"Ahaha. Bacon knows me too well."

Slowly the food was served as bacon naturally sat at the table. Come to think of it, it was just late in the evening.

Bacon jumped up and tried to help, but Adam was very dissuaded, saying it was OK.

Crispy, well-sourced pork ribs. The sauce with red pepper paste glittered.

Ganishiro was simply served with cheese mashed potatoes and grilled vegetables.

"If I had known this, I would have bought a bottle of wine.""There's going to be a big deal soon, so no alcohol."

"Ahaha, right. By the way...…, as a matter of fact. I'm so happy to see you cook for the first time in a while. Seriously."

Before the meal starts. I had to bring it up before that.

Bacon, who was trying his best to angle, opened his mouth with difficulty.

"I'm sure you know why I'm here, sir."

"So I prepared two servings.”

Calm voice. And a calm tone.

Bacon began to pout again in a fast sweat.

He lives his life with pleasure of eating, but now he can't see anything so delicious in front of him. I was that nervous.

"The judges told me a lot of things. And to put those things together, I don't know. Although I didn't want to. There's one conclusion."

"That's a conclusion I know."

"That one judge is continuing to give someone near the lowest point. People are making a lot of noise because of this. Especially because we're about to have the final."

Bacon was, in a way, the host of the World Food Grand Prix, and also the biggest armband.

So this issue, which is directly linked to credibility, was really life-threatening for him.

Put simply. On days when this kind of problem comes out of the water and explodes, the program itself with a huge amount of money can be blown away or decomposed.

And by any stretch of the imagination, it is none other than Adam who continues to give Tanaka the lowest score.

That's why he came to visit him under such huge pressure.

To ask for your opinion. I just wanted to know what Adam was thinking.

In the end, bacon was super-strong.

"Mr. Adam is...…. Do you think Tanaka's cooking is bad enough to give him the lowest score?"

If that's the case, really simply because Adam thinks he is.

Bacon has nothing more to say.

Adam was like the god of cooking to Bacon.

If he is, he is. I had no intention of raising further objections.

But Adam just shakes his head for granted.

"No way. Tanaka challenger is a good person. The cooking is also quite high-quality, as is the art and taste. It wasn't bad, a little better."

"But why did you give him such a low score...….”

"Mr. Bacon, we need to see the world properly. And you have to speak properly. The mouth isn't just an organ to eat and taste."

“…….”

Cold. No, not cold, but a cold, ice-sharp-like blade was shot hard.

These were the reasons why Bacon was so nervous, sweating like crazy so far.

Adam's fangs that you never know when to see. Heavy words that may come at any moment.

"I... I honestly don't know."

"It was a simple reason. I evaluated Chef Tanaka's cooking well. I thought about what kind of score I would give. But."

Adam was the most determined man Bacon has ever seen in his life.

Think about what you're going to do and why.

I acted just like that. I did not condone any abnormality.

And Adam thought of the score Tanaka deserved. But something happened."But someone else gave me a ridiculous score. I just dropped my score that much."