Chapter 121
Chapter 121: The laws of tasting (3) God of Cooking
Name：God of Cooking
When breakfast was about to end, Martin opened his mouth.
“Martin, I think that it’s about time to ask, but can I ask?”
“Are you talking about the recipe?”
“Yes. I don’t even hope for the recipe. Can you guess all of the ingredients right?”
Jo Minjoon closed his eyes for a moment. He slowly saw the ingredients over the system window. Even the small differences that Kaya, that was closer to having the real absolute taste, couldn’t read was written there. If they asked him on what state and from what bean they used, he could do so.
‘Until where would be good to control it?’
It was important to show his abilities on a line where people could get convinced. Jo Minjoon slowly opened his mouth.
“If I had to tell you one thing it would be that it’s all Brazilian.”
“……What did you say?”
“They are all ingredients grown in Brazil.”
Jo Minjoon talked up to there and pointed the menu while smirking. ‘We only use domestic ingredients.’ Looking at the phrase written in Portuguese and below in English, Martin let out a sigh. He wondered if this youth was now able to even guess the nationalities of the ingredients.
‘At that point, it’s not a tongue of a person.’
He calmed down his heart that got surprised for nothing and he opened his mouth once again.
“Don’t tease us. And the ingredients? Do you know? This is certainly difficult, right? As it’s been boiled for some days, the texture should be overripe and the flavor scattered…..”
The atmosphere turned heavy. Emily said with a wet voice as if she was a bit moved.
“It’s a dish that has more history than what I thought.”
“Right. But of course, even if that’s the case, the disadvantages Jo Minjoon said can’t be free at all. Whatever the case, a non delicious dish is the worst just with that. But the reason I brought this up was not because you are only epicureans. Anderson, Minjoon. You are chefs. A chef that focuses on making something delicious, and the feeling of seeking customers that seek for their dishes. I believe that you will be able to feel something aside of flavor.”
Jo Minjoon and Anderson looked at their surroundings without any word. Now that they saw, the customers that ordered feijoada were quite old ones. He thought of the grandfathers and grandmothers working on the market eating kimchi jjigae with some kimchi, a little bit of pork, and using clear water and not even stock. He felt a corner of his heart getting sad.
“It’s not a fine dish. And the recipe is really hopeless. But even so, it has it’s own worth. The proof? It’s simple. There are people looking for it, it means that the dish has some worth.”
The cameraman slowly looked at the other tables. It was then. A thick, rough and split voice showed itself like a turtle showing its head outside slowly.
“I don’t know if it’s a praise or badmouthing. Kamila. You tell me. Should I get angry or should I express thanks?”
“The certain thing is that you can’t get angry. It’s not good for your health. What will you do if you collapse because of the high pressure?”
“Righ. I understand. I have to hold it in. Just why did that old hag with that dirty temperament that even badmouthed my dishes that it was like cow shit come to eat my dishes again?”
“It’s been a while. Douglas. How long has it been?”
“As we didn’t see after Daniel died, it must be 10 years.”
“It already became like that. You also aged a lot.”
“Just looking at our faces, I wonder if we may be the same age. You didn’t receive skin treatment with that big money you accumulated? Your face is filled with wrinkles. Tch tch.”
At first, it may seem that he was making fun of her, but regret was buried on his eyes and voice. Perhaps, inside that rough voice and deep eyes, there would be cases and years which they didn’t know about. But they couldn’t ask them now, and there was no need to.
It was then. Jo Minjoon’s smartphone rang. He thought he had put it on silence, but did he put it on vibrate? The moment he was about to press the end call button unconsciously, his fingers stopped. Anderson, that looked at that Jo Minjoon, looked at the name that popped up on the screen and frowned. Then talked to Martin.
“Can we get some time to rest?”
“Yes? Why so suddenly?”
“Teacher Rachel seems like she needs some time to catch up with her old friend…..”
Anderson glanced at Jo Minjoon.
“He also seems urgent to go to the toilet.”
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Because of Anderson’s consideration that was filled with good and bad will, Jo Minjoon could in the end place the smartphone on his ear while standing on the toilet. He heard some static for a moment and then, a faint voice was heard.
[ Minjoon? ]
He thought that the voice was faint because of the static, but as he listened well that wasn’t it. It was simply because that person was exhausted and couldn’t put in strength in that voice.
“Yeah. It’s me.”
[ I’m sorry. I just checked your message. I didn’t even have the time to charge my cellphone. Even so, among the many accumulated messages, I called you first. So you can’t be sad, understood? ]
“What reason do I have to feel bad? If you are busy, I can’t do a thing about it.”
[………..Right. You wouldn’t. I know. I just said it. ]
The conversation stopped for a moment. Jo Minjoon just held his smartphone on his ear. Kaya’s faint breath seemed like it rang right next to him.
“Are you tired?”
[ Does it show that much? ]
“Just from your way of talking, you don’t have any energy. Did something happen?”
[ Yes. ]
As she replied with a really calm voice, Jo Minjoon rather got surprised. Kaya’s smirking sound could be heard and soon, she said with her usual voice.
[ But don’t worry. Even if something happened, I always solved it. But of course, you did help me a lot, but now I can do it myself. No, I have to do it myself. That’s why I called you. That if later on something comes on the news…….There’s nothing to worry about. I wanted to tell you this. ]
“……..News? What is that genuine? Did that big of a scandal occur?”
[ No, it’s not something big……Anyways, I don’t want to tell you. If I explain it to you, it makes me want to rely on you. Just tell me how it is over there. I’m curious as to how you are playing. ]
“I’m sorry. I want to do so, but as I came out a little bit in the middle of broadcasting, I can’t do so. If it was night, I may be able to……Where are you right now?”
[ Australia. Brisbon. ]
“The time zone……..Damn, as I searched, it’s 12 hours. You are exactly on the other side of the earth.”
He forcefully laughed. Until just now, she was right next to him cooking and eating together. Kaya said.
[ I will be waiting. If it becomes night, call me. If I can take it, I will certainly do so. I want to talk with someone. I can’t show myself properly in front of these people……..It’s somewhat suffocating. ]
“Right. I will. Even so, don’t wait too much.”
[ If it’s night for you, it’s morning or the afternoon for me anyways. Don’t worry. ]
“Right. I won’t.”
[ ……There’s no need to also say that. ]
At the depressed voice, he laughed for nothing. The story he heard from Rachel about the feijoada and her friend Douglas, the shoulders that become quite heavy turned one step lighter.
“I will call you.”
The call ended. Jo Minjoon, that was looking at the screen with a smile, soon tilted his head at the doubt.
Just what would be the thing Kaya talked about?
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