Chapter 4
APRIL 26, 2016 KOBATOCHANDAISUKI 3 COMMENTS
The cooking point was only 5. However the 6 points lemon souffle was good enough to be sold. He thought that if he got a 5 it would be rather good to eat. He served the Champong with both expectation and disappointment of the 5 points dish.
“Ah, dad needs to be here too.”
It was Jo Ara mumbling with disappointment. They said that if you talked about a tiger behind it’s back it would come (korean legend). The sound of the door opening could be heard as Jo Su Yeob came in. When that person came in smelled something and said.
“What’s this smell? Did you order Champong?”
“No. Oppa made it. Dad, come quickly.”
Jo Ara brought Jo Su Yeob by the hand as if she was proud that her brother had made it. Jo Su Yeob let a laugh looking at the prepared Champong.
“Jo Minjoon made this?”
“I just made it because i was bored.”
Jo Minjoon talked like that and set the chopsticks. Jo Su Yeob sat on the chair with a puzzled expression. He didn’t believe that the dish in front of him was made by Jo Minjoon.
However to make Champong took to much of your time. Compared to how hard it was to make it, instead of suffering at house to make it was better to order it elsewhere. With that in mind Jo Minjoon showed that he wasn’t confident on purpose. Jo Su Yeob said.
“Is there anymore? Dad ate it all.”
“There is. Please wait.”
Jo Minjoon brought the wok and served the Champong. Jo Su Yeob laughing said.
“Can it be that he cooks better than you? Our Minjoon.”
“……Anyways. Didn’t you say last time that my cooking was the best?”
“Nah….. Sincerely not. Your cooking is salty or flavorless. It’s one or the other. There’s no middle. Middle.”
Jo Su Yeob laughed as if he was teasing her. Lee Hye Seon was angry but she couldn’t reply back. She didn’t have a hobby on cooking, nor did she have talent. At the saying that she was a bad cooker she didn’t specially have something to say against that. Lee Hye Seon instead picked on Ara.
“Ara. Stop eating. You are going to get fat.”
“What? Don’t want to. In a little more i’m going to be a senior. Legally it’s the age where girls can get fat!”
“But you don’t even study. Stop eating. Do you know how fat Champong makes you?
“Enough. I’m not even the type to get fat. Take care of yourself. Don’t you know that you are getting fat?”
Jo Minjoon just sighed.
“The preliminaries are on March…..”
Jo Minjoon just looked at the screen. It was the preliminaries test of the Grand Chef. Anyways, he couldn’t even apply for the first semester’s inscription as the time he was discharged from military services overlapped. There was no reason he couldn’t go even if it was march.
Jo Minjoon completed the application form briefly and sent it by email. If the tournament was only for americans he would see no hope, but fortunately it wasn’t like that. Now the problem was the expenses. The plane ticket and the living expenses. If it was a month he could somehow withstand. But if by chance he passed to the finals…
“If you were picked as one of the hundred chefs, would living expenses be provided?”
Now that he thought about it, it made sense that you would be provided with living expenses when people from all over the country were gathered on one place. Of course, that was only you got to the finals. You would have to take care of yourself on the preliminaries.
When he saw a little bit of hope on the expenses, he could rest at ease.
‘Now I just have to say that I’m travelling.’
He was quite uncomfortable that he was going to lie, but thinking about it, it was not a lie. At least he was travelling. Only that the purpose of the travel was a little different from what he was going to tell them.
He felt bitter about it but there was nothing he could do. Jo Minjoon looked sharply at the screen.
“Even if i’m not able to win….”
No.
“Let’s win. Must win.”
He couldn’t keep thinking that losing was unavoidable. Jo Minjoon’s gaze grew sharper.