Entertainment Life With A Camera-Chapter 115:

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Chapter 115

Chaotic Cooking Show.

“Wait…! Wait a minute!”

Ian shook off the police officer’s arm that was trying to arrest him.

He straightened his suit jacket and spoke politely.

“Let me make a phone call.”

“Go ahead.”

Kim Young-hyun gestured leisurely.

He had already secured all the evidence.

Ian looked anxious as the situation turned against him and hurriedly dialed a number.

“Dad! Get me a lawyer!”

Kim Young-hyun’s backup fire, ‘Detective’ Awi Ian’s cameo appearance ‘Loser Chaebol 3rd Generation Acting’ attracts attention

-He acted well

-I want to see him as a lead role now

└Lead role is impossible

└└Yeon Joon-seo: ?

└He’s better than Yeon Joon-seo?

└Hey, don’t compare my idol with other idols

***

The next day after ‘Detective’ Ian’s cameo footage was aired, Awi’s accommodation was visited by the video team from their agency.

They set up the cameras.

“Today is Y-app cooking show, right?”

“Wow, there are so many ingredients.”

The table was piled up with ingredients that they had bought in advance.

Park Jin-hyuk put his arm around Kim Joo-young’s shoulder.

“If we have Joo-young, the cooking show and eating show will be done in an hour, right?”

“We can finish eating in 10 minutes… You’re right, it will take an hour.”

Kim Hyun’s words made the video team producer smirk. Ian felt a bad feeling as he saw his smile.

[There must be something.]

‘It won’t be easy.’

The camera setting was done and the members sat on the chairs.

The live broadcast was scheduled for 6:30 p.m., and there was less than a minute left. Ian turned on his phone and logged into Y-app.

“Is it on? Let’s start!”

“It’s on. Hello!”

The members waved their hands as they confirmed that the broadcast was being transmitted properly.

Awi, who was watching the fans’ real-time reactions on their phones, looked at the camera.

“What are we doing today? Today we’re going to do a cooking show.”

“Cooking show is easy if we have our food expert Joo-young.”

“Ian and Seo-dam can do the basics too.”

Awi’s older line, Lee Joo-hyuk, Kim Hyun, and Park Jin-hyuk said with a smile.

Kim Joo-young crossed his arms and shrugged his shoulders.

Park Seo-dam rubbed Kim Joo-young’s shoulder.

“Shall we film Kim Teacher’s Home Cooking today?”

“Sounds good!”

“Joo-young, I want to eat bulgogi.”

They had already imagined Kim Joo-young making and eating the food and then having dessert.

Of course, the producers were not so easy on them.

“The three of you who can cook to some extent in Awi, Joo-young, Ian, and Seo-dam, will not cook today.”

“Why?”

Cho Tae-woong asked in dismay.

The producer who answered ‘It’s not fun.’ handed over a paper with a recipe to Lee Joo-hyuk.

“The four of you who are cooking beginners, or cookinies, will take the lead in cooking. When you’re done, you can enjoy it yourselves.”

“Wow… We’re doomed.”

Ian covered his face with both hands.

Kim Joo-young, Park Seo-dam, and Ian were among the seven who could make food that was edible at best, not that good.

On the contrary, the remaining four were utterly hopeless.

“You want us to cook for those guys who can’t even boil ramen properly?”

“No, Seo-dam, we can do well if we have a cutting board.”

“It’s a fact that you guys can’t cook.”

“The fact is… true.”

The cookinies slumped their shoulders. The producer laughed.

“You said you wanted bulgogi earlier, so you can make bulgogi. It’s in the recipe.”

“Really?”

Lee Joo-hyuk flipped through the recipe. There was indeed bulgogi.

“Oh, it looks easy?”

“Don’t we just have to do this?”

The cookinies picked out the ingredients one by one from the recipe, while Kim Joo-young, Ian, and Park Seo-dam stood idly by.

“Then what do we do?”

“You can just watch from the side.”

“Can we give some advice to the cookinies then?”

“Some advice is possible. But if you interfere too much, we’ll penalize you.”

The trio, also known as the know-it-alls, slouched their shoulders and crossed their arms. Then they tilted their chins up arrogantly.

-Wow, look at that arm-crossing choreography

-Are they twins or what lol

The live chat was flooded with emoticons of admiration for their synchronized action.

“Do we only have to make bulgogi?”

“What else is there… pancakes?”

“Don’t joke around with food, PD-nim.”

Jo Tae-woong frowned. Lee Ju-hyuk gave a wry smile at the irrelevant menu selection.

“That’s so random. What do bulgogi and pancakes have in common? They don’t even go well together…”

“They can both go in your mouth?”

“Enough with the chit-chat and start cooking, please.”

Kim Ju-young clapped his hands and urged the rookies to get to work. Lee Ju-hyuk opened the recipe and encouraged the members.

“Just follow the recipe and don’t be nervous.”

“Let’s divide the work. Hyun-ie hyung and I will do the bulgogi, and Too-hyuk hyungs will do the pancakes. How about that?”

“Sounds good.”

“Where’s the meat?”

Kim Hyun peeled off the meat packaging and put it in a large stainless steel bowl.

He immediately looked for the seasoning ingredients, making Kim Ju-young sigh.

“Aren’t you going to drain the blood?”

“It’ll be the same when you cook it.”

Kim Hyun said confidently as he brought some minced garlic. Meanwhile, Park Seo-dam got the recipe from the staff.

“It says here to drain the blood, you know?”

“I already had a bad feeling about this…”

Ian shook his head in dismay. Kim Hyun said, “If you’re Korean, you need garlic.”

He dumped a heap of minced garlic into the bowl. Ian asked anxiously.

“Isn’t that too much garlic?”

“You eat garlic to become human.”

“Wow, when did you become Dangun?”

Kim Hyun laughed as he looked for the next seasoning ingredient. Jo Tae-woong raised his head.

“Where’s the measuring spoon?”

“Here.”

Kim Ju-young handed him the measuring spoon.

Jo Tae-woong carefully tore open the package of rice wine as he stared at the recipe. free(w)ebnov(e)l

“He seems to be doing well, though.”

“I’ll pour the rice wine, hyung.”

“Okay.”

Kim Ju-young looked hopeful at his eager and focused face. Jo Tae-woong scooped up a tablespoon of rice wine.

“…Nope. Hey, Jo-tang, if you put less than a full tablespoon, what’s the point? That makes using a measuring spoon meaningless.”

“Really?”

Jo Tae-woong filled up the measuring spoon with rice wine until it overflowed.

“That should be two tablespoons now, right?”

“No!”

Kim Ju-young grabbed his neck and fell back. He clenched his teeth and said.

“…Don’t mess around with food.”

“Hyung, just endure it. This dish was doomed from the moment he didn’t drain the blood.”

Park Seo-dam stopped giving advice and resigned himself to his fate. He had some cooking skills because he had made meals for his siblings instead of his busy grandmother.

“Wait a minute, isn’t that soy sauce for soup?”

“No! Stop!”

Kim Ju-young was always serious about food, so he had some cooking skills too. Ian also had some experience from his previous life.

They groaned as they saw Jo Tae-woong holding the soy sauce for soup with a bright smile.

“Why? It’s soy sauce.”

“You have to use that one instead. Soy sauce for soup is saltier than other soy sauces.”

“Really?”

Jo Tae-woong chuckled and picked up another soy sauce. His playful expression suggested that he was deliberately acting worse than he was to torture the know-it-all trio.

Park Seo-dam rubbed his eyes and lamented.

“Why am I so tired?”

“How are you guys doing?”

Ian went over to Lee Ju-hyuk and Park Jin-hyuk who were making pancakes on the other side.

They twisted their bodies to hide the frying pan.

“Don’t look. We’re going to make it again.”

The more you tell me not to do something, the more I want to do it. The more you tell me not to look, the more I want to see. Ian squeezed in between them and saw the result of their pancakes.

“What is this?”

“It was… a pancake.”

“It looks like a twisted slime.”

The other members who heard the rumor came and burned everything, leaving the pancake fused with the frying pan.

“Hyung, you can’t always use high heat. It says so in the recipe.”

“Really? I thought it would cook faster if I did it hard.”

Lee Ju-hyuk scratched his back of his head awkwardly.

They had no chance to try again with low heat. Because they had already burned everything and there was no batter left.

“Can we eat something?”

Kim Ju-young smiled bitterly.

***

The three know-it-alls cleaned up the mess made by the rookies, and when it was impossible to salvage anything, they just cooked again.

The members were hungry after the meal time passed, but Awi’s chaotic cooking show was quite popular as entertainment.

They easily got over 100 million hearts, and also made it to the SNS real-time trend with screen captures and clip videos.

“How about breaking your voice here?”

“What do you mean by breaking?”

“Ian.”

Ian showed them right away. Lee Ju-hyuk pointed at Ian and said.

“Like this?”

“Oh, I got it.”

Ian, who had some time left, came to the company studio and checked Jo Tae-woong’s vocals, and Lee Ju-hyuk was immersed in Jo Tae-woong’s solo song work.

The next album was a regular album, with unit songs and solo songs of the members added to make the composition more diverse.

“But why isn’t Jin-hyuk hyung here?”

“He said he’s going to a hip-hop show… The meeting is taking too long.”

“Are you guys going to a hip-hop show again?”

“This time he’s going as a special judge or something.”

Park Jin-hyuk and Lee Ju-hyuk went to the hip-hop show together.

Park Jin-hyuk went to the meeting instead of Lee Ju-hyuk, who was busy with recording work.

Ian, who was thinking deeply, tilted his head.

‘Wait, was there another hip-hop show besides N-net?’

[There’s nothing but N-net. I found out.]

Jin, who had been sent to the meeting room, appeared. While Lee Ju-hyuk and Jo Tae-woong were absorbed in music, Ian turned his chair around and turned his back on them.

[You guys can go back to N-net.]

‘How?’

I thought it would take at least two more years. Ian tried to hold back his expression that was about to loosen.

[The rigged applicants went to jail and the bigwigs must have changed their minds. Because of Corona, NMA is likely to be held online, and if they want to sell paid tickets, they have to hire singers who are fairly easy and have a lot of fandoms. Media went to the army.]

‘Ah.’

In the meantime, Awi’s fandom power both domestically and internationally grew quite a bit.

[They originally wanted to hire only NMA, but your agency is not a pushover. They said, ‘You guys did something wrong. The wrongdoer went to jail, so let’s make up.’ It must have been like that.]

‘It doesn’t seem like they just reached out for NMA ticket sales… I guess they negotiated well, then we’ll be able to go on music shows from the next activity?’

[Yeah. They’re also talking about a comeback show. You guys got lucky with timing and luck.]

Whatever the reason was, it was good news.

***

Jo Tae-woong and Ian, who finished their work until dawn today, headed to the parking lot.

Lee Ju-hyuk didn’t make the members’ solo songs lightly either.

Park Jin-hyuk also joined in on the song work, saying ‘Wouldn’t it be nice if we all did well?’ and taught rap to the members.

Ian also taught vocals to the members whenever he had time.

And this album also included a song composed by Ian.

While waiting for Kim Myung-jin, Ian suddenly said softly.

“Aren’t we too close as a group?”

“Isn’t it weird for us to say that ourselves?”

But we are close. Jo Tae-woong nodded his head.

He heard stories from other groups, but there were few cases as close as Awi.

Jo Tae-woong suddenly sparkled his eyes as if he thought of something.

“I want to see our bank accounts with billions of won in them after a fight and make up reluctantly.”

Ian added a word to Jo Tae-woong’s cheeky remark.

“I want to run out of the dorm after a fight and get on my foreign car and shout ‘No one understands me!’”

“Agreed.”

Jo Tae-woong and Ian laughed out loud.

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