Chemistry Novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51

8.The Chemistry Behind Cooking (4)

Madam Hong, why are you so picky?

Team Leader Kim Gwang-sik stood at the entrance of the kitchen, feeling restless.

They said all we need to do is cook. PD Yang Ban said so.

Hong Ji-suk, who was rinsing the somyeon noodles in cold water, turned her head. Team Leader Kim flinched at her cold gaze.

Isnt it just a filming? They said they would only shoot the banquet, but now its beco so kind of competition. How botherso.

Theyre giving away prizes too. Its a Lunar New Year special.

Thats right. If it werent for you, Ji-suk unni, there wouldnt be anyone else to do it.

Madam Im Geum-hee, the chairwoman of the wons association, who was cutting kimchi, interjected.

Why dont I do it quickly? Team Leader, you know my cooking skills.

Well, I know. Last ti Madam Ims sundubu jjigae wasnt fit for human consumption

As Madam Im gave him a stern look, Team Leader Kim cleared his throat and spoke to Hong Ji-suk.

They said winning or losing isnt important, so just do it without pressure.

Dont you see this cast? I dont know what kind of TV appearance is going to be on when hes injured.

Team Leader Kims expression beca speechless. He only licked his lips and had a desperate face.

Noticing this, Hong Ji-suk gently handed a bowl of somyeon noodles to Madam Im Geum-hee and whispered.

Team Leader, think about having our monthly gathering at our restaurant.

But we had it there last month too. This ti, Park and Lee suggested going to restaurant in the market

Please dont say you dont want to.

Ah, Madam Hong. Who said I dont want to? Why are you so sharp-tongued today?

Team Leader Kim nodded as if he couldnt bear it.

Whats the big deal? Im not the type to speak one way and act differently after one bite, you know?

Can we just cook any dish?

Well, if we do well on the broadcast this ti, it will spread good rumors in the neighborhood, and property values will rise.

Where do you see property values rising in a neighborhood thats falling apart?

Creak.

As the front door opened, Team Leader Kims eldest son shouted from the other side of the living room.

Father! The writer from the broadcasting station is here!

Already? Take them to the second-floor office! Ill be there soon.

Team Leader Kim turned his head towards Hong Ji-suk.

So, Madam Hong, that ans you agreed!

While Yoon Yi-seol was catching her breath in place after climbing up the hill, Jeong-woo approached her from the side.

Its tough, isnt it? Weve arrived.

Yoon Yi-seols gaze lingered on the building below the mountainside. It was a two-story house painted in pastel tones. That was their destination.

Its beautiful. It doesnt look like a village hall.

A while ago, the president had it repaired. Although it used to be a senior center, now we all use it together whenever theres work.

Jeong-woo took a mont to rest and glanced at the front yard of the building, only to pause. Among the parked cars, there was a van that appeared to belong to a broadcasting station. It had a logo that said Olove Channel.

Oh no, Yi-seol.

Jeong-woo quickly blocked Yi-seols path as she was about to proceed.

They said they would co in the evening, but it seems like the broadcasting station is already here. Let

go in first.

Theres no need for that.

While Jeong-woo hesitated with a sense of unease, Yi-seol, on the contrary, took the lead.

Is it okay if we go like this?

Yi-seol shook the bag she held in her left hand.

We need to put the at in the refrigerator while its fresh. Plus, I dont really know how to use this. I saw it at the market earlier.

Yi-seol lifted her mask that was resting on her chin and looked at Jeong-woo.

I have a small face, so you can only see my eyes.

With her round and lively eyes, she ford a bright smile. Jeong-woo, seemingly captivated by her face that could be seen even with just a part of it behind the mask, beca dazed and had a vacant expression. Sothing thats beautiful, even in part, is beautiful.

As Yoon Yi-seol passed by the van in the courtyard, she carefully examined the broadcasting company logo and tilted her head.

Its strange. This channel only does cooking-related variety shows. Didnt they say it was for coverage earlier?

Well, I heard a little bit from my mother too.

Yoon Yi-seol glanced at Jeong-woo playfully.

Its awkward when the manager cos out like this.

Im sorry.

Do it properly. Otherwise, youll get cut off.

With her playful tone and laughter, Jeong-woos mood softened. After experiencing the celebrity and market scenes together, having conversations like friends, and working as her manager, he found this job enjoyable even if he did it every day.

If I get cut off, Ill go back to being a fan. Can you handle that?

Psh. You cant even handle being a fan properly. You dont even know my na. You dont know my songs. You cant even find your way around the market, and you subtly make fun of .

Yoon Yi-seol playfully complained, and Jeong-woos face beca more serious.

It seems like your true personality is starting to show, Yi-seol.

Yoon Yi-seol hesitated. It was ant to be a complint about her liveliness, but now she seed embarrassed. Jeong-woos lips gently curved upwards.

Thank you for coming to such a small event today. I appreciate it.

Yoon Yi-seol quietly turned her head towards the entrance on the first floor.

Were checklist buddies, right? Later, if I call you, Jeong-woo, help

once. If this kind of volunteer work doesnt burden you.

I promise.

We made a promise.

As they opened the door, the savory aroma of anchovy broth filled the air.

Wow, it slls delicious.

Yoon Yi-seol took off her shoes and entered the house, casually greeting Park Soo-chan and Shin Ki-joon who were eating noodles on one side. They exchanged light nods of greeting with her while wearing her mask.

Yoon Yi-seol approached the kitchen located in one corner of the spacious living room. Two middle-aged won were busy working.

Maam, this is a variety of at. Should I put it in the refrigerator?

As Yoon Yi-seol suddenly appeared, Hong Ji-suk, who was standing in front of the gas range, turned her head.

In response to Hong Ji-suks gaze, which seed to question whose daughter she was, Yoon Yi-seol touched her mask and hesitated.

Oh, by the way, I um

Just as she was about to take off her mask, Jeong-woo quickly approached and grabbed her wrist, lowering her hand. Jeong-woo slightly shook his head to Yoon Yi-seol, indicating not to worry, and spoke to Hong Ji-suk.

Mom, shes my friend. She ca to help for a mont, so dont pay attention to her. Its not a misunderstanding, so dont ask any questions.

Yoon Yi-seols pupils widened as she confird that Jeong-woo was his mother. Caught off guard by their sudden encounter, she was taken aback, but Hong Ji-suk showed no noticeable change in expression.

Oh, Jeong-woo. Your girlfriend? You brought her for the event.

On the other hand, Im Geum-hee, the chairwoman of the wons association who was washing dishes at the sink, turned her head in surprise.

Dont misunderstand. Dont scare my friend.

While Jeong-woo denied it emphatically, Yoon Yi-seol stood silently next to him, leaning against him without saying a word. Jeong-woo thought he should quickly resolve the awkward situation for her and said.

Lets start organizing the groceries.

As Jeong-woo spread out the ingredients he had bought, Yoon Yi-seol assisted him by putting them in the refrigerator.

Im Geum-hee leaned close to Hong Ji-suk.

They seem close. It looks good.

At this comnt, Hong Ji-suks gaze turned towards Yoon Yi-seol.

Im jealous. Chan also brought his girlfriend earlier. Theyre really lucky.

Stop talking nonsense. Just prepare the dishes. The charcoal team will be back soon.

Despite being happy, she has quite the temper.

After finishing to organize, Jeong-woo spoke to Hong Ji-suk.

Mom, were hungry, so please make the noodles quickly.

Wait, its almost cooked.

As the water in the pot with the thin noodles started to boil, Hong Ji-suk added a little cold water. Once the foam settled, she skillfully stirred the noodles with chopsticks, showcasing the expertise of an experienced housewife. Jeong-woo, who quietly observed her skillful movents, suddenly rembered sothing and asked.

Oh, Mom. What kind of shoot is it that theyre coming from the cable channel?

Is it Delicious Treat? Theyre filming a cooking competition event here later. Dont make a scene with the neighborhood n, eating and drinking like crazy. Just stay quiet.

What do you an, make a scene? Its your son. And there are guests here.

Dont worry about it? You worry?

Ugh.

Jeong-woo glanced at Yoon Yi-seol to gauge her reaction, but she didnt seem to be overly concerned. He chuckled, finding it amusing to see her only smiling in response to his words.

Curious about the shooting news, Jeong-woo beca intrigued and asked.

A cooking competition? Who is competing against whom?

As Hong Ji-suk remained quiet, Im Geum-hee smiled brightly and answered instead.

Jeong-woo, your mom is the representative of our neighborhood.

Mom?

Jeong-woo looked at Hong Ji-suk with astonished eyes.

Mom, going on TV? And as the main host? Unbelievable. Should I call Aunt too?

Suddenly, Hong Ji-suks palm flew towards Jeong-woo, who was singing with a teasing tone.

Dont act all high and mighty. Whats the big deal about so unknown broadcasting station?

Its not like its a national broadcast, but nowadays, so many people watch things on the internet. By any chance, do you know who Yoon Yi-seol is?

Who?

Oh, seriously, you dont know. Shes my friend. Rember that.

Yoon Yi-seol, who was listening, lowered her head shyly.

After a while

Two bowls were placed on a tray, containing a steaming brown broth and plain white noodles. A small plate with seasoned soy sauce mixed with sesa oil was also placed on the tray. As Yoon Yi-seol saw the dish filled with sliced kimchi, she swallowed her saliva.

Lets eat in the inner room. Its more comfortable. Mom, Ill eat and co back.

As Jeong-woo carried the tray and left, Yoon Yi-seol bowed deeply to Hong Ji-suk and Im Geum-hee before following him.

They arrived at a playroom.

Yoon Yi-seol imdiately knew the purpose of this room as she saw a set of playing cards on a spread-out blanket in one corner.

The tray was placed on a small table.

Dig in. Even though it doesnt look fancy, it tastes good.

Ill enjoy it!

Yoon Yi-seol, who had taken off her furry hat and mask, began to slurp the noodles. She emptied the delicious bowl so quickly that sweat ford on her forehead, and after setting down her chopsticks, she spoke.

What should we do now?

We can rest. Once everyone cos back, well clean the neighborhood and prepare the feast together. Yi-seol, can you cook?

Um

Yoon Yi-seol thought she couldnt lie and honestly expressed herself.

Its either edible or inedible when I cook. It usually turns out to be one of the two.

Wow, thats scary.

Seeing Yoon Yi-seols wide-eyed reaction, Jeong-woo waved his hand.

No, Im not teasing you. Im saying that Im also terrible at cooking. I cant even boil ran properly. Even the class president sotis makes fun of .

Once the food enters your stomach, its all the sa, right? Isnt the taste the most important thing?

Youre right.

Finding unexpected common ground, the two of them smiled. Jeong-woo folded the empty bowl and stood up.

Later, Yi-seol, you can assist in the kitchen. It will be more convenient than wandering around with a broom in hand. If you attract unnecessary attention and all the neighborhood kids gather, we wont be able to do the cleaning.

What about Jeong-woo?

Ill be in and out. Ill mainly run errands for the president. But around 4 oclock, when the TV filming starts, Ill quickly slip away.

After briefly contemplating, Yoon Yi-seol nodded her head.

Shin Ki-joon was filming the neighborhood from the rooftop of a small building with a sign that read Longevity Nursing Ho.

The houses were tightly packed together, clinging to the steep slope. The narrow alleyways beneath the eaves were so cramped that only one person could pass through. Children, grandmothers, and n walked along the streets, each with their own voices. Such places, where the stories of ti could be felt just by filming, were not common even in Seoul.

The neighborhood is quite chaotic, isnt it?

Park Soo-chan handed a cup of hot coffee to Shin Ki-joon from below. Shin Ki-joon, receiving the paper cup, nodded his head.

Its quiet and nice. Theres also a walking path behind.

Before this park was built, there were a lot of troublemakers around here.

Park Soo-chan took a sip of coffee and pointed to the stairs near Jeong-woos house.

Especially over there. Jeong-woos father was among them

Hey.

Jeong-woo, who had just climbed up to the rooftop, interrupted Park Soo-chans words. Park Soo-chan asked Jeong-woo while leaning on the railing.

Did you have a good date with Yoon Yi-seol?

A date?

Jeong-woo had a bewildered expression, so Park Soo-chan poked him in the side as if asking why he was acting that way.

No matter how much of an angelic celebrity Yoon Yi-seol may be, why would she co to this neighborhood with no connections? Its because of you, dimwit.

Jeong-woo shook his head, rolling his tongue in response to Park Soo-chans clueless remark. They were friends who did things together, like going through a checklist. Even though he wanted to insist that it was a relationship beyond that, they had only encountered each other a re three tis.

Park Soo-chan crumpled the empty coffee cup and threw it into the nearby trash bin.

What should we do now?

Cleaning.

Here? The building is already clean.

No, heeeeere.

When Jeong-woo drew a line from one point to another in the alley, Park Soo-chan was astonished.

Did you call

to be your servant or sothing?

Youre not just any servant, but a close friend who doesnt mind doing servant-like work. Shin Ki-joon has worked hard enough, so he can do whatever he wants.

Shin Ki-joon smiled and reassured them before focusing on filming the neighborhood scenery.

Park Soo-chan snorted and said, I endure it because I get to see Yoon Yi-seols face.

Not because you want to take a picture together later? To show off in our group chat. Im not your temporary manager today, am I?

When Jeong-woo subtly asked, Park Soo-chan imdiately asked, Is it okay, Manager Han Jeong-woo?

No. I refuse on days when I havent done celebrity makeup. I wasnt prepared to receive complints.

Youre so an!

Yoon Yi-seol sat in one corner of the kitchen with her eyes filled with tears. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Sniffling, she looked up at the ceiling, gathered her determination, and raised her hand.

Chopping green onions.

The task of preparing the green onions to accompany the beef radish soup for fifty people was truly a tear-inducing job.

Ouch, Im done.

Yoon Yi-seol proudly looked at the bowl filled with neatly chopped green onions.

Suddenly, her movent was interrupted as a hand grabbed her wrist to stop her from wiping her eyes with her hands stained with green onion juice.

Wiping your eyes with hands covered in green onion juice?

Ah.

Yoon Yi-seol gratefully took the tissue that the person handed her and looked hurriedly at Hong Ji-sook, who was returning to the gas range.

Thank you.

You dont have to be so ticulous with the chopping. Theres no one here who cares since were all eating together.

Still.

Are you just going to chop all day? Finish quickly and take a rest.

Its okay. Its kind of fun. What should we do next?

Yoon Yi-seol, with eyes that had cleared from the tears, smiled like a crescent moon. Hong Ji-sook, who silently observed Yoon Yi-seol, a friend of Jeong-woo who could focus and complete the assigned tasks, pointed to the potatoes soaking in the sink.

When youre stir-frying, just thinly slice ten of them, okay?

Four!

With that, Yoon Yi-seol picked up the potatoes and sat at the table, while Im Geum-hee, who was making kimchi pancakes, laughed.

No matter how I look at it, you seem like a newlywed. Youre like a kind mother-in-law, and Sook-ja, youre like a sister-in-law. Isnt that right, Soo-yeong?

In agreent, Lee Sook-ja, the head of the neighborhood wons association, and Jeon Soo-yeong, the vice president, laughed together.

No need for useless chatter. Everyone, chat less and focus on cooking!

As Hong Ji-sook raised her voice, Im Geum-hee chuckled and flipped the kimchi pancake.

Yoon Yi-seol thought that the atmosphere wasnt bad. Perhaps it was because of her constant desire to get closer to Jeong-woos world, her face turned completely red, but she was glad she had a mask to hide it.

Oh, Mrs. Hong Ji-sook?

A female staff mber from the broadcasting station entered the kitchen wearing glasses. Hong Ji-sook turned her head.

Whats the matter?

Im FD Oh Seung-ah. I brought this for you, a delicious treat. I have sothing to discuss regarding the shoot. This is a copy of the cue sheet.

Oh Seung-ah placed several sheets of A4 paper on one side of the table.

Take a look and familiarize yourself with the progress. Ill be here in front, so feel free to ask if you have any questions.

Having said that, FD walked towards the living room.

As it reached 3 oclock in the afternoon, the first-floor living room was bustling with the setting of lights and caras by the staff mbers from the broadcasting station.

Yoon Yi-seol felt oddly comfortable because it was a familiar sight, but the mothers in the kitchen occasionally beca absent-minded and watched the scene in awe.

Cue sheet?

Hong Ji-sook, who had lowered the gas stove and sat at the table, stared at the docunt for a while.

What is this saying? BS. Opening. One, thirty.

Yoon Yi-seol, who was slowly cutting the potatoes into pieces, turned her head as Hong Ji-sook seed to be hearing the word cue sheet for the first ti.

BS stands for bust shot. It ans that the host will give an opening statent for 1 minute and 30 seconds, and during that ti, the cara will focus on the upper part of the chest.

As Yoon Yi-seol explained in a steady voice, Hong Ji-sooks head turned.

Is that so?

Also, Mom, you should look at the rundown for the cast mbers, not just that. FD kindly gave us everything.

Seeing Hong Ji-sook flipping through the pages and still not finding the right one, Yoon Yi-seol couldnt help but approach her and point out each item.

Here it is. The competition consists of 5 rounds, with a best-of-3 wins. The cooking the is free. Each round is 20 minutes. Oh my, the judges will be local elders.

This ti, it was a scene where the good daughter-in-law explained sothing to her mother-in-law, and the other won in the kitchen covered their mouths and laughed.

Continuing to examine the cue sheet, Yoon Yi-seol found it important and read it aloud.

As for the professional chef, we need to recomnd soone who seems to be the worst cook in this neighborhood to cook with us. Mom, you can choose anyone.

Soone who seems to be the worst cook? Geum-hee?

Im Geum-hee lifted the spatula in surprise.

Oh, sis! My husband loves my cooking!

Thats why you guys are a good match.

While Hong Ji-sook and the wons association president bantered, Yoon Yi-seol thought of herself and Jeong-woo and smiled inwardly.

The thought crossed her mind that if one of them helps that chef, her mother might win. Of course, its unlikely, but still.

I think Ive explained everything roughly.

Sorry, what was his na? Jeong-woo ntioned it vaguely earlier. He said not to worry about it.

Yoon Yi-seol smiled and answered Hong Ji-sooks question.

Its Yoon Yi-seol.

Yeah, Yi-seol. Since I dont know much about broadcasting, can you help

later? These won here thought they could just watch the caras, but they lack taste, unlike you.

?

It was an unexpected suggestion that made her eyes widen.

You can bring in one more person.

Well I cant cook. Ill just be a nuisance.

It doesnt matter. Ho-cooked als are all the sa.

She was already going to compete against an expert, and now she was being chosen. Yoon Yi-seol felt her tension skyrocket. If she fails, she wont have the face to see Jeong-woo.

Oh, the atmosphere for filming.

Jeong-woo, with a broom slung over his shoulder, entered the yard and let out a small exclamation. Broadcast station vehicles filled the yard, equipped with all the necessary equipnt.

President, were done.

At Jeong-woos voice, Kim Kwang-sik, who had been talking to another man, excused himself and turned around to approach them.

Youve worked hard. If it werent for you and your friends, I dont know when I would have finished alone.

Were helping each other out. President, youve helped with everything in our house, including the windows.

Kim Kwang-sik looked warmly at Jeong-woo and asked.

You made samgyeopsal, right?

Thats to celebrate my job.

Im happy that youre doing well, Jeong-woo. I thought youd only be good at making wraps when you grow up.

Jeong-woo smiled coolly, as if in agreent, while the president patted his back in an affectionate manner.

Youve grown up quite a bit, Jeong-woo, with a clear mind.

Yoon Yi-seol was about to go inside to see sothing, but her steps involuntarily stopped when she noticed the man standing next to the president.

Dressed as a chef. Traditional market.

Oh?

It was the man who had intercepted the cod that Jeong-woo had carefully chosen.

Startled, when Jeong-woo looked at him, Hyeon-min recognized that he had recognized his fa and nodded with a warm smile.

Im Chef Hyeon-min. Nice to et you.

Ah, yes

That man was the one who would have a cooking showdown with his mother today. Jeong-woo felt that the world was truly small, he bowed his head, and entered the building.

Hyeon-min asked Kim Kwang-sik, who had returned.

President, do you have anyone you can recomnd? It would be great if its a young person who can communicate well.

Stay put. Soone young who cant cook, is that it?

Yes.

Kim Kwang-sik pointed towards the direction where Jeong-woo had just disappeared.

Hes the perfect fit. Unlike my mom, he cant even boil ran properly. Last month, when I was drinking with him at the rice wine house, Mr. Heo spilled it all. He boiled ran, but there was no soup. He said he wanted to have hangover soup, but he used the noodles instead.

Hyeon-min chuckled at the pitiful and absurd story and said.

If you ask

to recomnd soone during the shoot later, you can introduce him at that ti.

Well, youre being fair.

A showdown should have that kind of flavor.