Chapter 136
Chapter 136: What a kitchen is (1) God of Cooking
Name：God of Cooking
“Anderson, until when are you planning to act like a child? Grow up please, grow up.”
‘……It’s not something I would like to hear from someone who dates in the middle of a broadcast.’ Anderson looked at Kaya with a weird face but he just shut his mouth and turned around. He didn’t want to get caught in the same weird screen as her.
As Anderson didn’t answer back, Kaya put on a proud face thinking that she had won. And Jo minjoon looked at that Kaya and laughed silently. For Anderson, she would be detestable, but in his eyes she was just pretty. Jo Minjoon unconsciously extended his arm and tangled Kaya’s hair. Kaya frowned and glared at him.
“Ah, what is it. Don’t touch my hair.”
“It was weird. I fixed it for you.”
“Weird my! Wha, it got disheveled. …..And he was the one that told me to not keep my hair disheveled.”
Kaya grumbled and checked her hair. It was certainly a look that was difficult to see in the past. It wasn’t that she didn’t care for her looks, but even so compared to the girls at her age she certainly decorated less. Indeed, why would she keep doing that weird smokey makeup every day? But of course, by now that became her character.
“What if customers wish for you to have your smokey makeup in the kitchen?”
“They won’t even be able to see me in the kitchen anyways.”
“Nowadays, an open kitchen is the trend. Ah, right. Teacher Rachel, is the main Rose Island an open kitchen?”
“Yes. Daniel wished to see the faces of the customers even while on the kitchen. Eating and enjoying it, and at times complaining, he wanted to see all of that. He dreamt of becoming a chef that didn’t want to only manage the kitchen, but also the hall.”
He felt that he knew what Rachel was talking about. Jo Minjoon turned to look back at Kaya. Kaya had her back bent and fixing her hair on the reflection of the camera lens and then turned her head.
“……Why?”
“No, I was just curious. Do you like an open kitchen? Or do you prefer not being seen from the hall?”
‘……..He always asks her.’ Anderson grumbled inwardly. If they were still broadcasting, the chat would probably say this. [Are they wondering what kind of restaurant they should make together?]. It was when he was trying to erase those words that seemed to be floating in front of his eyes. Kaya thought for a moment and then let out a groan as if it was difficult.
“Mm…….I don’t know. I think that it would be fun looking at customers eating but, maybe I will get tired of it after looking at them everyday. And I think that it’s also burdensome having all eyes on me.”
“I think that’s reasonable. Just looking over there……”
At that moment, Jo Minjoon got at a loss for words. It seems like Kaya also knew that the level of what she said was quite high. Jo Minjoon turned his head, and Kaya also flushed and just looked at the floor. Alan, that just finished the pasta, saw them and nodded as if he understood.
“It seems like they filmed a movie once again. What’s the genre?”
“I wonder. Passionate melo?”
“I hope for the day they film an action movie.”
“You don’t know. They may film an adult drama first.”
Emily smiled brightly and said. Jo Minjoon thought that Emily felt better than usual. But of course, she always had a clear temperament, but today it was even more. ‘Is it because of Alan?’ He couldn’t help but think like that. Because every time she looked at Alan, Emily forced to put on a prettier smile than usual. Jo Minjoon said.
“Sera. Doesn’t Emily seem happier than usual?”
“Uh……Ah, certainly seems so. What would be the reason?”
Sera put on a confused face for a moment and then said while laughing as if she noticed Jo Minjoon’s look. Emily flushed. Alan served the pasta on a dish as if he was pretending not to care the words of Sera.
“It’s the ideal al dente state Italian residents think of. It will be more delicious than what you ate on the table. Because I made it myself.”
“…….Alan. Do you know that your image from Grand Chef crumbled quite a lot?”
“Because this isn’t Grand Chef.”
As Kaya spoke as she couldn’t get accustomed, Alan replied with a calm voice. Jo Minjoon chose to put the pasta on his mouth rather than pay attention to their conversation. Normally, if it was the same dish, even if you ate it after some weeks you had to feel less moved.
But amazingly enough, he didn’t feel that at all. Although oil pasta was originally a dish you didn’t get tired of, was it because of the charm only 10-point dishes had? However much he ate, the deliciousness of the noodles didn’t lessen at all. As even Rachel and Jeremy were just eating the pasta like that, how would the flavor be. Rachel smiled with a proud face.
“Alan. You grew a lot. And you also found a really good noodle maker.”
“Ah, that….. It’s someone teacher also knows.”
“Me?”
“Yes. It’s been a while.”
The answer came from the back of the staff. And the staff also turned to look back as if they were surprised at the sudden voice. An old man with gray hair and trained wrists was looking at Rachel. Rachel, that frowned a bit to take focus, soon said with a surprised voice.
“Alfredo?”
“You also aged quite a bit.”
“You were living here?”
“I’m the one who should do the questions. The one that retired for 10 years isn’t me, but you.”
“……..That’s also right.”
The old man wasn’t speaking in Italian but in English, and in a natural english you could find from a native at that. Because of that, there were no problems listening to their conversation. Obviously, eyes filled with doubts were directed at her, and Rachel turned back to those sights and spoke with a voice that was wet in memories.
The old man wasn’t speaking in Italian but in English, in a way a native speaker would speak English.
“Alfredo is the noodle maker that provided us with pasta when we first opened a restaurant in Venice.”
“And the noodle you are eating right now was also made by me.”
Alfredo spoke with a voice filled with confidence. Jo Minjoon looked at the old man with a surprised look.
[Alfredo Argento.]
Cooking Level : 6
Baking Level : 6
Tasting Level : 8
Decoration Level : 4
The levels weren’t that amazing for making noodles. But of course, making noodles was also a technique that couldn’t be measured with cooking or baking. Jo Minjoon looked at Alan.
“Alan, may I be able to look at the uncooked state of the pasta?”
“Ah, it’s here.”
Alan immediately took out some pasta in the cupboard. Jo Minjoon just looked at that linguine. There was the aroma of the linguine on the side of it, and the texture of it was also quite soft. The cooking score was 7. Just the noodle itself, that wasn’t anything had 7 points. Jo Minjoon knew really well what meaning that had.
Jo Minjoon ate on the noodle without any hesitation. And at that moment, Alan smirked and said to Alfredo.
“Be careful. That friend got famous for having an absolute sense of taste. Perhaps, he may grasp of the know hows of Mr. Alfredo.”
“Huhu, my life isn’t that light to be able to be grasped in just a few bites. They are noodles I have put my entire life on. I made it by checking the temperature, humidity, the temperature of my own body and salt. Even if his taste is sensitive, he won’t be able to read off that hard work.”
Alfredo was confident. Jo Minjoon, that just gulped down the noodle without any words, slightly rolled his eyes. And at the end of it he saw a familiar window.
[You have grasped the noodle(linguine) making recipe of Alfredo!]
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