God of Cooking Chapter 412 - Cooking for Enemy (5)

Chapter 412: Cooking for Enemy (5)

When the French ‘idiots’ who wanted to defend French cuisine were throwing tomatoes at the Arican chefs, Min-joon wanted to show them that he could make the best of their dishes. Maybe they were so dumb that they didn’t even understand his ssage. Even though they got the ssage, they might not be willing to admit that they behaved badly. But it didn’t matter to him because when sobody swore at sobody else, they wouldn’t care about the other party anyway because what was important was to express their anger or frustration only.

“Ripe tomatoes...”

Min-joon looked into the tomato compartnt and found the sweetest and driest ripe tomato. He also held a tomato in his hand, which had a bumpy shape like a flower. It was a beefsteak tomato with little seeds, which had a texture similar to at. It was mainly used when the chefs made tomato salads, but what he was trying to make now wasn’t a salad.

‘Let make a tomato dish that you have never heard about or tasted before in your life.’

He wanted to show what kind of dish he could make outside the frawork of French cuisine. He wanted to prove that what they thought was the best actually showed how much they were trapped in a narrow-minded thinking.

Of course, they wouldn’t be able to try what Min-joon and Kaya were going to make today because their recipe was more complicated than they think. Their cooking required more care and attention than re cooking skills.

“Did you pick all the ingredients?”

“Yes, let’s go to the kitchen.”

“Okay.”

As soon as the two ca to the kitchen counter, they boiled buffalo milk in a pot over low heat and added thy and rosemary to the milk itself so that the aroma of herbs filled the milk. That wasn’t all. Kaya put a little yogurt in the milk to give it acidity and then vegetable rennet, naly an enzy that turned milk into cheese to make curd, a kind of cheese-like clot.

“We don’t need to worry about cooking ti too much. Since the cooking process itself is so easy, we can do it quickly.”

“But don’t let your guard down. We have to get a good score by all ans today to humiliate the tomato jerks.”

“So, have you decided to call them tomato jerks? Well, I’m sorry for tomatoes for no reason.”

“Don’t talk bullshit. Chop the tomatoes there quickly. You have to get the tartar texture right.”

“Okay.”

Min-joon took a relatively mature and dried tomato to extract the juice. And he began to crush the remaining tomato to a proper size. Tomato tartar, depending on what one heard, they might think it made no sense because tartar was usually made with at. However, the texture of tomatoes, which turned dry through aging, was almost indistinguishable from at unless carefully examined. That was exactly what Min-joon and Kaya aid for.

‘Let make them think it’s tomato, but it tastes completely different, but in the end, it tastes like a tomato.’

Min-joon used it often when making pogranate desserts, naly a dish that belied its real taste.

The human sense was much more subtle than they thought. That was the case with the perfu cup, which was gaining popularity in recent years. The cup made people feel like they were eating the fruit juice just by giving off a specific fragrance of the fruit. And what Min-joon and Kaya were making now was in line with this sa logic. The only difference was that people would get confused because of what they see, not sll.

Perhaps, the mont they see this dish, they would think it was just a normal tomato dish.

Even the mont they bit the tomato and put it in their mouths, they would surely believe that it was a tomato. And they were not wrong because the dish was mostly made of tomatoes.

However, as soon as they put the tomato in their mouths and chew it, they would begin to be curious because it would taste differently from the typical texture of tomatoes. Even if the judges trying this dish were the best chefs of France, it would be difficult for them to fully understand the subtle differences in an instant.

And the fact that they couldn’t understand the subtle differences would stimulate their appetite all the more, for people were usually crazy about the taste that was unimaginable and unpredictable, naly the kind of taste that was fresh and unknown.

“Min-joon, give the tomato.”

“Alright.”

He imdiately took out a beefsteak tomato. To exaggerate it a bit, the tomato had a tulip-like shape. What he did with the tomato was to cut its base and extract the juice from the inside. After pulling out all the seeds inside, he imdiately started preparing things to put in it.

What he put in the tomato was a tomato chopped in two ways. One was an oven-dried tomato, and the other was a raw tomato, which was relatively juicy. He mixed it with chopped shallot, parsan cheese, marjoram solution, and smoked olive oil. When seasoned with salt and pepper, the tartar ingredients to put in the tomatoes would be complete.

“Kaya.”

“Well... perfect. We’ve won!”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Kaya, who bit in her mouth the spoon he handed to her, muttered naturally.

Smiling at her, Min-joon began to concentrate on cooking again. Now they had to work on the nu seriously. She took out the seeds from several types of tomatoes, along with mint, basil, and chives to accompany the tomato dish. When she placed it alternately with buffalo curd, this ti, he powdered black olive oil with liquid nitrogen and served it with sauces.

They were done cooking. They had about seven more minutes to cook, but they were done. The judges whispered among themselves as if they were surprised then approached the Min-joon and Kaya couple.

“Are you done already?”

“Yeah.”

“You must rember why your score was reduced last ti, right?”

“Yes. One of the reasons was that we didn’t make the best of the given ti. Well, we admit it last ti. At that ti, we were given a lot of ti, but at the sa ti, we had to understand escargot first, so we had no choice but to co up with a recipe that we could work on quickly.”

“So, you an this dish is different from before?”

“Well, it doesn’t an we haven’t made good use of the given ti. We have made the dish so perfect and fast that we didn’t have to use all the given ti...”

When Min-joon said that, Sophie swallowed, watching their tomato dish.

She couldn’t completely check how the pair cooked because she was busy checking other participants’ cooking from a distance, but she rembered that they made dishes using tomatoes.

‘I wonder if they can compare with other participants by making a tomato dish without any at?’

Thinking like that, Sophie looked around.

It was only the Min-joon and Kaya pair who looked so relaxed and composed. Other participants were eager to create sothing special. Of course, the pair’s tomatoes-based dish was inferior to other participants’ dishes, but it was true that their dish was far from colorful, compared with other participants’ dishes using at.

Moreover, the only main ingredient Min-joon and Kaya used now was tomatoes. Could they express a variety of tastes with just that? Besides, they suddenly improvised the recipe here in this venue.

It was at that mont that Cho Reggiano ca to Sophie’s mind. The dish showed several tastes of the sa ingredients simply by using the difference in the aging period and the recipe of Parmigiano-Reggiano. And that was the reason why many chefs around the world recognized his talent when they ntion the chef nad Min-joon. Understanding the taste ant that Min-joon’s concept of cooking was so complex that ordinary chefs could not even think of comparing theirs with it.

‘Maybe he has made sothing like Cho Reggiano with these tomatoes.’

She was not sure, but what if he really made the tomato dish like that?’

“Sophie.”

“Oh, pardon?”

“Why are you staring into the tomato like that? Do you want to eat it even now?”

“Haha, it looked a little attractive.”

What Sophie said wasn’t just empty words. Were they supposed to learn plating like that at Rose Island?

It didn’t require any sophisticated plating technique, but this tomato tartar had a more luxurious and elegant atmosphere than any other tomato dish because of the arrangent of tomato sauce, herbs, olive powder, and curd alone. Sophie felt like she was now inside a high-end restaurant by standing beside the dish. She felt Min-joon didn’t have to learn pIating technique anymore at Rose Island.

After that, the judges kept asking Min-joon what kind of concept he relied on for the dish, but he or Kaya didn’t even give them any hint. Why? It was because this was a dish that would maximize their appetite when they ate it without even knowing how it would taste.

Was it because of that? Shortly afterward, when their given ti was over, the judges whispered among themselves then one of them announced in a rather relaxed voice.

“Normally, we would have started evaluating your dishes in the due order, but today we’re going to start off with the dish you guys finished making first. Min-joon and Kaya, please co to the front with your dish.”

It was too obvious why they made such an announcent, but Min-joon didn’t feel bad because after all, it showed how anxious they were to try this tomato dish.

Min-joon and Kaya looked at each other.

“You don’t have any regrets, right?”

“You and I never make any dish we regret later, right?”

“You bet.”

Min-joon smiled at her then pushed the cart with the tomato dish to the judges.

With their eyes sparkling, the judges opened their mouths.

“Now, can you explain to us about this dish? What kind of dish did you make?”

“I don’t want to describe this dish in words. Please feel it with your tongue first. It will show you more clearly and accurately how it tastes and why we have made it than explaining it to you for hours.”

“You’re really stubborn. Okay, let try it first then.”

The judges lifted forks. Watching them lifting the forks, he gently clenched his fist.

At this mont, he was more confident and proud than any other day in this contest. His cooking score was 9. Considering that he made a 10-point dish before, it might look a bit strange that he was so confident. But he was convinced.

He made the dish with the impure intention of taking revenge on the French protesters who threw tomatoes at the Arican chefs participating in this contest, but it was also a dish he made with pure enjoynt.

It was really interesting that this dish that he made out of anger had a more fresh and original taste than any other dish he made all his life.

He carefully looked at the judges’ tongues, teeth, moving jaws, and trembling eyebrows when they were trying the dish.

He stole a glance at their confused expressions at the mont.