Chirirring~

A day of home-cooked meals.

When I opened the door of the restaurant, the hanging bell shook and made a sound.

That sounds familiar to me. I think I've heard it somewhere, or at another restaurant.

Inside the restaurant was normal. There are about 6 counter seats and 3 small tables. A modest size restaurant, neither small nor large.

The same was true of interior design. An ordinary restaurant that can be seen everywhere in Korea. That was all I could explain.

The restaurant seemed to be run by the boss and his wife.

When I went in, two people were arranging the dishes. The general asked in spite of himself.

"Is the meal ready now?”

The boss replied.

"Of course. Please come and sit."

"I was just thinking about closing, so that's a relief. Welcome.”

The boss and his wife seemed to be on good terms. Restaurants run by people who are close to each other have a good atmosphere in themselves.

If you eat in a place full of warm and fluffy air, ordinary food would taste good.

That alone was quite satisfying. You found a good restaurant, that's what I thought.

"Yes, yes, thank you. Hmm, but I can't see the menu? Is there a separate one?"

"Oh, our restaurant doesn't have a menu. It's a bit unique, right?”

"There's no menu?! It's really... unique. How can you do that?”

"If you tell me what menu you want, I'll make it as much as I can. Pork cutlet, stir-fried spicy pork, and everything else is possible. All the other menus are fine."

"I can't believe you're making me what I want.…. That's amazing. Oh, my God."

I was confident that I had been to a lot of restaurants so far, but I've never heard of such a restaurant.

I've seen many restaurants without menus, but I can't believe they don't even have menus.

As the general was looking around the restaurant with a curious look, the president and his wife whispered something.

Soon after, he turned his head and looked at the general and smiled slightly.

Touching the pretty jade necklace on your neck. I don't know if it's just a feeling, but he seemed to be shaking a little.

The general felt happy without realizing it.

"Well, by any chance, sir."

"What?"

"Chef... Are you doing it?"

"Huh? How did you know? I'm a cook, though."

"Just, that's how it feels. You know, chefs have something in common.”

"It's amazing. It's amazing. Does it smell like oil? I did wash up.”

"Not really. Oh, do you have any food in mind?"

"Hmm……I don't know, actually. I don't really want to eat anything these days, and I've been working all night and sleeping and just came out."

"Then let me recommend you a menu. Oh, I think it's gonna take a while. Are you okay?"

"It's okay. I slept well, and I don't have any plans. Please do anything slowly."

"You said you stayed up all night, so let's eat something healthy. I'll make plenty."

Then the boss picks up the phone and contacts somewhere.

The food takes a long time, so you should eat it first, and my wife simply served me some rice with miso soup.

The service is good service. That's what I thought.

"Huh?"

This miso soup, something is very strange.

No, it's not just weird. I wonder if it's miso soup. The soup is heavy, so it goes down like a thousand roots.

The same goes for the smell of soybean paste. It's a normal miso soup with just tofu and vegetables. What's this taste?"The soup..." Is the broth beef bone?”

"It's not beef bone. Like beef bone soup, we're broth. There was just a little left, so I quickly boiled it."

"Beef bone soup broth. Is that miso soup? Oh, my God."

Oh So-so, I got goosebumps without realizing it. It was more than just delicious.

You can sell it at a restaurant at this rate, without exaggerating a bit. It was overwhelmingly delicious among the miso soup he had in his life.

"It's really good enough.…. I think it could be in a oral fairy tale. Oh, it's the best Korean restaurant called oral fairy tale. But I think it'll taste like this if you make soybean paste soup there. Really. You're amazing. I didn't even imagine it.”

"It's an oral story, it's an amazing restaurant. Is it going well these days?”

"It's not just going to be a hit the jackpot! They're coming from all over the world to cover it. It's not enough to keep the Michelin 3 star stable. It keeps improving. Other chefs even say that they should make Michelin Posta and give it to oral fairy tales.”

"I'm glad it's going well.”

"I'm glad……?”

I didn't expect this reaction.

By the time I thought the day was a little strange, the door opened without a sound and someone came in.

I'm sure it's just me that I couldn't hear the bell ring.

A person with impressive long straight hair that falls below the shoulders, with a neutral appearance that doesn't know if it's a man or a woman.

Wearing a black suit, he handed over a black plastic bag in his hand to the boss.

"Who ordered chicken?"

"I'm sorry, I made you come and go when you're busy."

"What, it's such a nice day, and I can do enough for you. Anything else you need?”

"It's enough, really."

"Good work, and congratulations. Well, I'm busy with work, so stop it."

I wonder if it's the company's person who delivered the food ingredients. By the way, it's an amazing appearance. Moreover, I feel somewhat appalled.

You get a lot of interesting vibes from this small restaurant. Thinking so, the boss took the chicken out of the plastic bag.

But there were as many as three. That's a pretty big guy, too. I don't think I can finish that by myself. Well, I'm sure you have an idea.

"If it's chicken, will you cook it well?”

"Samgyetang rather than baeksuk." It's a little less grandiose, but it's full inside."

"Samgyetang..." That's nice. Come to think of it, I can't remember how many years ago the last time I had samgyetang."

"There's nothing like this to nourish. Please wait slowly. I'll be right back."

Tap tap! Put water in a large pot, blanch the chicken once, and take it out.

Wash it in cold water to clean the intestines and bones. Fill it with glutinous rice and boil it again with medicinal herbs.

It is a typical recipe. It is a textbook way of making samgyetang.

"Oh...."

But somehow, I felt sophisticated. The hand holding the knife, the hand cutting the material, and every action the boss moves were luxurious.

It was like watching an old man cook nearly a hundred years old.

There's no way such a young person could cook such a dish. If it were real, there would be no reason to open a restaurant like this.

But there was no doubt. I just opened my mouth and stared blankly. Before I knew it, the boss asked.

"Do you have any concerns these days, sir.

"Thinking, thinking. I'm a cook, so cooking is always my problem. Every day at the restaurant, they break up with seniors. But I think it's getting recognized little by little, so that's a relief.""You must be good at it'

"I don't want to say it myself, but...…. I have a dream.”

"What kind of dream?"

"Chef Haru, do you know?"

"I don't know."

"He's my favorite chef. He's the chef who completed the oral fairy tale, and he became a legend because he didn't have enough time to introduce Korean food to the world. Like a star in the sky. Do you know how many times I've watched his show? But it disappeared without any notice.”

"I see. It's gone.”

"It's too bad. It's been such a long time, so he must have become a gray-haired grandfather. I'd like to see you at least once before I die. It's too bad."

"What would you do if you saw him?”

"I just... want to try his dish. He's my role model, but he wasn't there when I started cooking. I've never tried cooking before. I want to try it once before I die. Legend, Chef Haru's cooking."

"I see."

A couple who answer quietly and cook quietly.

While cutting onions and chives and making sauce for samgyetang based on soy sauce, his wife took out delicious-looking kimchi and trimmed it so that it could be eaten well.

The smell of the chicken cooked and mushy spread throughout the restaurant. I feel full already.

And not long after, there were more new guests.

Chirirring~

It was a woman who first came.

Wearing black lipstick, wearing a black suit. She had a strong impression because she even painted black mascara.

He looked like he couldn't live in the world at all. The age seemed similar to the age of the work.

"Welcome."

"Can I have a meal?

"You're saying the same thing as you did earlier. Of course. Oh, I'm making samgyetang today, would you like this?"

"Samgyetang? Hmm, well. It's perfect because you wanted something full. Oh, I'd like a bottle of soju, too. It's so hard to live these days, I can't stand it without this."

"What's the matter?"

"It's just... it's hard. I work at a restaurant, and I keep making a fuss about being a woman. Do you know what he said earlier? If you're going to work like that, you should get out. Just go and serve. I was going to throw a punch in the face. Ouch!"

The female guest seemed to have been to this restaurant a few times. He seemed a little close to the boss.

A female guest sitting in a nearby seat, with a space gap. The two people who happened to meet eyes greeted each other a little awkwardly.

The general talked to me first.

"You must be working at a restaurant."

"Oh, yes, yes. And you?"

"Yes, well, I'm meeting people in this kind of place. It's amazing."

They do similar things, and they're both hard-to-live young men.

We communicated quite well. No, the personality was strangely compatible.

Women liked the things that the general liked, and women's interests happened to be exactly what the general manager looked for.

The two became old friends in less than half an hour.

Having fun talking, the door opened again.

What came in this time is an old man with gray hair. But the general recognized him at once.

"Hang on. Don't tell me."

"Do you know me?"

"No, just. I'm asking just in case. Grandfather, do you happen to be... of oral fairy tales...….”

"That's right. I'm Park Joo-hyuk."

"No way!"

"BAR, PARK JOO HYUK?!"At the same time, the worker and the woman burst into laughter.

Park Joo-hyuk, who retired from the oral fairy tale and disappeared, is here now? How? No, why?

I can't understand it in my head. Smiling, the old man sat next to the two. The boss smiled brightly and told him.

"Chef, I got to know you today. You must be a good cook."

"Really? It's reliable if the boss says so."

"Both of you said your dream was to work in oral fairy tales. Why don't you have an interview later. I heard it's hard to find a good person these days."

"Well, shall we? I like how you look. Chisel."

"The interview....”

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"There's no reason why not. Leave your number later. This is meant to be, so we just have to show them how long it will last.”

I felt like I was dreaming.

Chef Park Joo-hyuk, one of his heroes, suddenly appears like this and even comes to an interview.

I slapped myself unconsciously at the thought of a dream. It hurt like hell.

The general hugged the woman he met for the first time today and ran around. The boss looked at the figure happily, and served the food.

Now I get it. That's why there were three chickens.

Samgyetang, which is served in an antique bowl, is steaming with white steam. It looked really appetizing.

The boss suddenly walked out, took off a large chicken leg and put it on a plate.

"Oh, thank you. You don't have to do this."

"I just... I just wanted to do this. Finally, we can meet."

"What's wrong with you all of a sudden? Are you okay?"

Tears like chicken drooled down from the boss's eyes.

As the panicked worker struggled, he quickly wiped his eyes with tissue, saying it was okay. Then he held the hand of the leader and said.

"It's going to work. I missed you so, so much, teacher.”

The last word did not ring a bell. However, I could tell that something had been delivered.

Samgyetang tasted the best among all the dishes Iljang had in his life. Incredibly, a heart-warming taste.

The boss said the secret to the taste is the heart. Heart, the best seasoning. The chapter learned a lot.

I also had an interview with chef Park Joo-hyuk in oral fairy tale. He asked me to make a rolled omelet, but the diary and the woman stuck together at once.

He became the youngest, and as soon as he left the restaurant, the two hugged and cried.

I wanted to say thank you, so I rushed to the old restaurant with a good bottle of alcohol.

A home-cooked meal. The restaurant that made a miracle.

by the way

"Excuse me! Excuse me! We...….”

"……Huh?"

The two doubted their eyes.

Until a few days ago, there was nothing here where the restaurant was located. Like magic, or like a miracle.

A day of home-cooked meals disappeared like that.

But somehow I was convinced of that.

'One day again.’

We'll be able to meet.

Before the end of my life, I'm sure I'll see the boss again someday. I thought I'd try that food again.

There was no reason, but I could be so sure.

Then I was filled with will. The will and dream that would not be broken sprang up.

'You can see it.’

Like chef Choi Han-seok, his motto. I'll do my best.

Like Chef Haru, to be a star in the sky.Like Chef Choi Han-seok, to create a lot of things.

The two men made a resolution like that.

From that day on, the world began to brighten little by little.

[ 完] [Pfft]