Chapter 137
Chapter 137: What a kitchen is (2) God of Cooking
Name：God of Cooking
A sense of corruption he had stolen from someone surged up. But it was quite an enjoying one. Of course, there may be some flaws because of that, but what could he do? He had that kind of ability. Alfredo trusted that he wouldn’t be able to grasp the recipe even if he ate it, and he was just wrong about that. It was more comfortable thinking like that.
A sense of corruption after stealing from someone had surged up, but it was quite an enjoyable one.
But of course, it wasn’t that he could perfectly reproduce everything just because he knew the recipe. Because Alfredo’s pasta making wasn’t something that could be copied just by getting the right temperature and the ratio. The strength you use on pressing the dough, times, and angle… if you could copy all of those things, then you would be at the level that it became your own recipe.
“How is it Minjoon. Do you think you know?”
“I think that saying that I know and I don’t will be uncomfortable.”
“Haha, looking that you are speaking for longer it seems like you couldn’t grasp the recipe.”
“Well, I can tell you the ratio of the dough…….. But I think that, that by itself is not anything special.”
“You got it right immediately. The basics are the best path. Think about climbing a mountain. You have a mountain road fixed, but is there a need to choose another road? But anyways, you are still impressive. People normally think that there was something special in it.”
Jo Minjoon just answered with a smile. Kaya swept off Jo Minjoon’s shoulders and said with a proud face.
“You did well.”
“That was the basics.”
It seemed that now everyone else were tired to even react. Anderson looked at Alfredo and said.
“But how many noodles do you make per day? As I’ve seen, it doesn’t look like you only make linguine.”
“I do make many kinds, but the most popular one is certainly the linguine. Followed by that, there are the spaghetti, fettuccine, tagliatelle, etc…….and I get a bit behind on pasta like fusilli, short lasagna, and stuffed pasta. Ah but just because of that it doesn’t mean that it’s not delicious or unpopular. Just that the long pasta in our house is the most recognized globally…….. There were quite a few customers that think about stupid things like ordering pasta that’s not the long kind in our restaurant.”
Alfredo even released information they didn’t ask about. Looking at his arrogant expression and high shoulders, Jo Minjoon laughed. He thought that a master talked less and had a lot of weight in their words, but he rather felt that this look was kind of fresh. He opened his mouth.
“Will it be fine if I copy your recipe just like it is?”
“Ha, if you can do it, do so. To make a good pasta, you have to first have good wrists. Can a man have that thickness? Your girlfriend next to you is unfortunate.” (Looool)
“……Girlfriend?”
“Ah, wasn’t the person next to you your girlfriend? I thought that you were as you were too close to each other.”
Alfredo said with a natural face. Kaya coughed and moved one step away from Jo Minjoon after taking her shoulder away from Jo Minjoon’s. Jo Minjoon opened his mouth.
“Back then you told me that you wouldn’t get shaken because of the happiness cooking gives. And I told you that the rough path of a chef would make you tired.”
“You did.”
“Yet……. I hope that you haven’t changed your opinion about that yet. This program. Even if it’s hard, it will still be sweet compared to a kitchen. If you worked under teacher Rachel, you wouldn’t have difficult days because you don’t have customers……..But just because of that, it won’t be as sweet as now. It won’t be a sweet time, but a salty time. I hope that even if a saltier food enters your mouth……You don’t spit it.”
“Um.”
At Alan’s long speech, Kaya butted in. She said with an expression as if she had chewed on a sour grape.
“Just why are you ignoring Minjoon like this?”
“I’m not ignoring him. Kaya. I’m trying to block him from crumbling because of the distance from reality and his fantasy……”
“That’s why you are saying he’s going to lose because of that distance. That won’t be happening. Minjoon will never leave the kitchen.”
“…….Just why do you think like that?”
“Minjoon also withstood me.”
Kaya said with a voice that seemed as if she was a bit angry. No, she was actually angry. SHe knew that Alan was saying this for Minjoon’s sake, but even so she didn’t like that he was being treated as if he was even a bit weak.
“He even withstood a complex and spoiled girl like me, but do you think he won’t be able to withstand a mere kitchen? Minjoon will never do that. He has more determination than what you think, more patience, and looks more manly. He won’t flee on the path he chose himself.”
“Kaya.”
Alan cut her words with a calm voice. He smacked his lips as if he was hesitating for a moment and then said with a low voice.
“I escaped. Once. From the kitchen.”
Normally, the weight in his words would make you able to listen to it. But Kaya seemed to prove that Jo Minjoon wasn’t weak at all. She looked at Minjoon with unfair eyes as if she was about to cry.
“Hey, why aren’t you saying anything.”
“Alan can worry about me. Don’t act like that.”
“……Does he mean that, you can stop cooking?”
“It doesn’t mean that. He’s like that to tell me not to stop even if it’s difficult.”
“You aren’t like that.”
Kaya said stubbornly. While she was pouting, the wrinkles in her lips shone, perhaps because of the lip gloss or because it was originally moist.
“You didn’t lie to me. Not even once.”
“…….There’s no reason to lie.”
“And you told me that you wanted to run a restaurant. That you wanted to cook forever, you told me like that.”
Kaya took in a deep breath as if she was sniveling.
“Those words, don’t make it a lie.”
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