God of Cooking Chapter 267 - Chef’s greed is endless

Chapter 267: Chef’s greed is endless (5)

The pork belly, vertically sliced like noodles, was placed in the center like noodles, and next to it was a yellow cream and black sauce and a mixture of minced ginger and honey.

She opened her mouth, dropping ice cream on the pork belly.

“It’s an ice cream made with ginger and beer. I’ve boiled the pork belly with Indian spices and wine, and I’ve made this cream on the side with potatoes and ginger. Also, I’ve made the black sauce with white beans and soy sauce. Try it.”

“Wow, I can’t wait any longer.”

He smiled lightly and put it into his mouth. She looked at him with mixed feelings of anticipation and tension because he was the guy with the most sensitive palate in the world during his pre-demi chef days. She couldn’t help but tremble, nervous about his feedback.

“It’s delicious.”

That was what he said after keeping silent for so ti. She smiled for a mont, but soon, she noticed that his expression wasn’t that bright.

She asked cautiously, “What’s wrong with your expression when you say it’s delicious?”

“Well...”

“Just tell . I’m fine. I’m ready to listen to your opinion, no matter how harsh it is.”

“If all your courses are like this...”

Min-joon stopped before going further then let out a brief sigh. But he had to tell her frankly what he felt about the dish. The reason she ca here was because she wanted to get his comnt.

“I don’t think I want to be your regular custor.”

“You can’t be my regular...”

She didn’t expect he would give her a good review, but it was much harsher than she thought. His statent that he couldn’t be her regular custor was really shocking.

In other words, the taste of her dish was so terrible that he could not be a regular. Or it was worth trying it but not enough to eat it often because it could make people easily sick of it. The dish had no special attraction...

She interpreted his feedback in various ways. But she was not agitated or upset. She went through such painful experiences so many tis.

“What is the reason?” She asked.

Since she went through ups and downs like that, she could ask calmly now.

Min-joon opened his mouth, pointing at the plate with a fork.

“This isn’t a plate for your custors. In other words, this is literally a plate for gourts. If I may point it out more accurately, this is a plate with which you can get a good review in a gourt magazine.”

“Why do you think so?”

“Its taste is too complicated.”

He looked at the plate with a complicated expression. He had a lot on his mind at the mont, for what he just said to her was also applicable to his dish. He hesitated to point it out for a mont, but he needed to speak out to her bluntly because it was in her interests.

“Cream made with ginger and potatoes. Chopped ginger pickled in honey. It has ginger in common, but it tastes completely different. I wonder if I have to say this is harmony or contrast. It tastes the sa but different in my mouth, so I’m confused about how to accept it. ”

“In fact, that kind of confusion was what I aid for. I thought it would be good if ginger could

flavor the taste of the crazy spices of the pork. Actually, those gourts who tasted it gave a good review. By the way, can you tell why this is for gourts only?”

He remained silent at that question. No matter how confident he was as far as cooking was concerned, sotis he could not easily give his feedback, even if his comnt would be helpful to Deborah. He knew she would feel offended the mont she heard his critical feedback. Probably, this was how parents felt when they have to spank their children.

“It was empty inside.”

“Empty?”

“It’s gorgeous. I don’t know what it is, but it tastes good. I recognize that. So I think it’s a great dish. The tricky calculation of taste and skillful technique. I can feel all of that in this dish. Maybe even gourts will find it hard to accurately figure out the taste by trying this dish alone.”

“Then, you can figure it out?”

“I think so. While comnting about it, I already figured it out. Why?” He asked, rather embarrassed. She might have taken his comnt for granted, given his perfect palate, but at the sa ti, he got puzzled. In fact, he himself knew better than anyone else that he had a perfect palate.

‘Is it because I’ve been thinking like this all the ti?’

Without Deborah, he might have given it more thought, but he couldn’t keep her waiting.

He opened his mouth again.

“Maybe so of the custors might co back to figure out what this dish was. And they might realize that there was actually nothing unique in this strange taste. Well, too many roots have taken hold for you to claim that ginger is the key to this whole cuisine. In the end, you’ll find out that it’s an artificial tree that doesn’t bear any fruit...”

“Wait a minute. You’ve suddenly made a barrage of critical comnts. Shall we take a break before you go further?” She asked with a depressed expression.

Min-joon asked with a smile as if he was tired, “I wanted to add just one more word before I finish. But if you insist, let’s take a break.”

“Oh, just one word. Please go ahead then.”

“What I pointed out earlier is for the custors who can’t find the solution to their frustration. Those who just gave up out of frustration won’t co to your restaurant any longer. Either way, you won’t make them co back to your restaurant. In short, this is a fancy dish. In other words, this is a dish suitable for a Michelin restaurant, but it’s a dish that only mimics a Michelin restaurant.”

“Man, you said you would add only one word, but you’re preaching!”

“Well, I’m not good at English,” he said with a smile.

She lowered her head with an angry expression. She wasn’t angry with him, of course.

In fact, she was feeling the sa thing about it then Min-joon gave her a painful reminder of it now. She was upset with herself who didn’t try to be conscious of it until she got pointed out by sobody like him until now.

She asked in a miserable voice, “I was thinking of showing it to Rachel for her feedback.”

“I guess Rachel must have scolded you rather than giving you any advice.”

“Hey, do you want to keep teasing like that?”

“There is a saying in Korea that dicines that are good for you taste bitter.”

“Your words are painful, not bitter, to ,” she said in a depressed tone.

He silently scooped the remaining at and cream from the plate and put it in his mouth.

Why did she feel that little sound of him chewing it in his tight-lipped mouth was so reassuring? Was it because she felt his sincerity in tasting her dish?

“Maybe it’s because of the ginger. This is bitter and spicy. My mouth feels like it’s on fire.”

“What do you an? Sorry, tell honestly. I won’t be able to understand when you keep beating around the bush like that.”

“What I an is that even this dish can be a good dicine for you.”

“Oh, I see...”

She was about to say sothing when the old and rusty lody rang quietly from the wall clock on the side of the hall. It was the sound signaling the end of their break ti.

Min-joon opened his mouth slightly.

“During business hours, the kitchen is off-limits to outsiders. See you later.”

Persuaded by his gentle reminder, she left the kitchen with an embarrassed expression.

After leaving the kitchen, she looked back with a resentful expression.

“I’m not an outsider...”

Unfortunately, Min-joon and Deborah couldn’t have another productive dialogue that day.

It was the next day that they could talk again.

Deborah, seated on the passenger seat of the new van Min-joon received from Jefferson, said with a sigh, “I hate sitting next to a novice driver like you.”

“You can’t get my advice for free. By the way, Arica’s a really funny country. How co you have to drive your own car for a driving test?”

“Well, you are going to drive this car anyway after the test. So, all you have to do is drive this car well. Don’t you think so?”

“It seems to that you don’t have to get a driver’s license if you don’t have your own car.”

“That makes sense, too.”

In Arica, anybody preparing for the practical test should drive his or her own car directly to the test center after passing the written test, with soone over 25 years old in the passenger seat. Min-joon had no one who t the conditions. He could not ask Rachel or Issac to do him a favor like this. Right at that mont, he saw Deborah!

“Maybe the reason you ca to California was because you wanted to help get my driver’s license.”

“Oops! Am I your extra then?”

“Why do you think you are an extra? You know how important a driver’s license is in Arica. I passed the test thanks to you! I’ve got a license now.”

“Oh, I’m flattered. I was just sitting next to you. By the way, you are a good driver. Were you a good driver in Korea?”

“Yes, I think so.”

In fact, he got a driver’s license when he was 30 years old in Korea, but he didn’t have to ntion it. He glanced at her quickly. Her eyes were a bit swollen perhaps because she cried all night, or she did a thicker makeup than usual.

She looked out the window and said slowly, “Don’t look at too much. You might fall in love with .”

“I don’t think that will happen because Kaya is prettier.”

“Do you think the spouses of models are dating other won because they are more beautiful than their wives? And why do you think Kaya is prettier than ?”

“Kaya was voted the second prettiest chef in Arica. Chloe was the first. How about you, Deborah?”

“Well, that applies to only those girls who were on TV, right?”

“Anyway, the TV program is reliable, isn’t it?”

Deborah laughed awkwardly as if she was dumbfounded.

He opened his mouth slightly.

“Yesterday Rachel looked very scary. What did she tell you?”