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God of Cooking-Chapter 149 - Rival (1)
Chapter 149: Rival (1)
ββ¦β¦β¦It was that delicious?β
Anderson frowned as if he couldnβt believe it. Jo Minjoon nodded. Ζππππ€π¦ππ·oπeπ.cπ¨π’
βIt was almost similar to what we ate on Alanβs Olive Island.β
It was an evaluation without exaggeration. Although he couldnβt see a 10 points dish until the end, making dishes on that level alone with limited ingredients meant that it was a plenty fine store even while compared to Olive Island.
βFor a store run by one person to be similar to Olive Islandβ¦β¦As it is you the one saying it, it shouldnβt be an exaggeration.β
βIf you come to Japan later on, it would be good if you go there.β
ββ¦β¦Ah, Sera and I couldnβt enjoy it that much. Every sushi restaurants we went to had fishes on bad conditions, and when we entered ramen or udon stores, we saw that most of them used noodles made in factories.β
βMasters arenβt people you can see that frequently.β
βI heard by the staff, you only found good places. Can you get a feeling just by watching?β
βWell, itβs similar.β
Jo Minjoon shrugged his shoulders. Anderson lied down on his bed and looked at JO Minjoon with weird eyes.
βDo you know that you are quite detestable at times?β
βMe?β
βYeah. A guy that has all the talent that can be named act as a normal person, and on top of that donβt slack off on working hard.β
βYou already know that chefs canβt do anything with just talent and without working hard, why are you like this?β
βDid you see someone being jealous logically somewhere in the world?β
At the impertinent voice, Jo Minjoon turned his head and stared at Anderson. Anderson frowned.
βWhat. Why.β
βYou are jealous of me?β
βWhy? Am I not a person? Not even letting me be jealous.β
ββ¦β¦No, itβs just funny. Because I was also jealous of you.β
Anderson frowned as if it made no sense to him. Just who was jealous of who. He had never thought that he would hear the words βIβm jealous of youβ from someone that had an absolute sense of taste.
βAre you making fun of me?β
βNo, itβs the truth.β
βWhy are you jealous of me?β
βYou cook well.β
Anderson still looked at Jo Minjoon with confused eyes. Jo Minjoon shook his hands and said.
βBut iβm not saying that iβm still jealous of you. On the early stages of Grand Chefβ¦β¦I was really jealous of you. You grew up from outstanding chef parents and absorbed all of their knowledgeβ¦Your basic skills that can only make your talent flourish, and the conviction I can feel in you about cooking when you gave me advice. And most of allβ¦β¦β
Jo Minjoon smiled playfully.
βYou could face against Kaya in the finals. And I couldnβt. I was also jealous of that.β
ββ¦β¦β¦Crazy bastard.β
βDonβt they say that if you donβt want to end as a normal person, you have to have a crazy part in you?β
βIt is important on what are you crazy about.β
βOn cooking. WHere else will I be crazy?β
βOnly on cooking?β
Andersonβs eyes became sharp. Jo Minjoon turned his head.
βSleep. We also have an internet broadcast tomorrow at midday, so it would be trouble if we have dark circles below our eyes.β
βIf only you get out, I will go to sleep. So donβt mind.β
βDo I turn off the lights?β
βYeah.β
Click. The lights got turned off. And after 6 hours from that, at 5a.m. The silent alarm started to ring. It was an old jazz music you would hear in old bars.
Anderson slowly lifted his body up in his sleepiness. Although they didnβt broadcast that late, they also didnβt do it this early. But even so, the reason why he woke up this early was simple.
βI canβt lose today.β
Recently, Jo Minjoon and Anderson started to have some kind of weird competition. Perhaps, it may be better to think that it was a one-sided competition from Andersonβ¦β¦ He didnβt want to show his sleeping side when Jo Minjoon was cooking breakfast alone. To Rachel, to the cameras and to Jo Minjoon.
He may be able to win today. Even if Jo Minjoon was diligent, he wouldnβt be in the kitchen at 5 in the morning. It was when he walked to the kitchen while thinking like that. Andersonβs expression stiffened.
ββ¦β¦What is it.β
The lights in the kitchen got turned on. There were several ingredients placed on the cutting board, and a few dishes on the table. Rather than having made breakfast, it looked like they were experiments. When he opened the turned off oven, he saw a still hot mackerel in it.
And Jo Minjoon was asleep while seating on the chair of the table. Did he fall asleep after setting the timer of the oven and waiting. Anderson opened his mouth.
βHey, wake up.β
Jo Minjoon didnβt react. It was the same even if he shook him. Well, looking that the mackerel in the oven was still hot, he may have fallen asleep not a while ago. The exhaustion accumulated during the day wouldnβt have been normal, so it wasnβt impossible for him to fall asleep.
ββ¦β¦Do I have to clean this up.β
Anderson glared down at Jo Minjoon. But if he just left it like this, it was obvious that he would feel bad about this wherever he went. Anderson let out a sigh and threw Jo Minjoon in the sofa. How sleepy was he that he didnβt show signs of waking up even after that fuss.
Although he brought a quilt from his bedroom, he didnβt want to cover him up himself. And even less if it was in front of the camera. Anderson just threw down the quilt over Jo Minjoon and returned to the kitchen.
βJust what did you makeβ¦β
Anderson calmly looked at the table. There were various things. Katsudon, gyudon with rolled eggs. He could also see sushi made with frozen salmon they bought in the market, and in the case of the mackerel that was in the oven, it was cooked in a sauce of unknown identity.
Anderson raised his chopsticks with sloppy movements and then put the mackerel in his mouth. At that moment, Andersonβs eyes loosened up. It was partly because he wasnβt fully awake from his sleep, but also because the sweet oil flavor of the mackerel woke him up.
It was delicious. THere were few cases that Jo Minjoonβs food wasnβt delicious, but this was special. Because it revived the japanese feeling in itself. Perhaps, he may have recreated what he ate today. While thinking like that, he looked at Jo Minjoon sleeping on the sofa.
βWhat he made in a day, and what was cooling down in the oven is this muchβ¦β¦?β
If Jo Minjoon didnβt get asleep, so if he could eat this mackerel in its timeβ¦β¦the emotions he would feel by them wouldnβt be comparable to now. His heart beat. A faint fear grabbed Andersonβs ankle. He could know. That the Jo Minjoon he saw at first was different to the current Jo Minjoon.
The first impression Anderson had about Jo Minjoon was a bastard that made no sense saying that Kaya would win with just one grilled eel. But the more time passed, the more he realized that he wasnβt the reckless type but the calm one. And that his resolution towards cooking and his abilities werenβt weak at all. However he didnβt think that he was amazing. It was still like this even when he got to know that he had an absolute sense of taste.
But the more time passed, Jo Minjoon grew more monstrously. At first, he honestly thought that Jo Minjoon was below him. Be it on comprehension of ingredients, and the minute handicraft. But now, he couldnβt do that at all. However he saw him, Jo Minjoon wasnβt lacking in anything compared to him. But Anderson thought that he was lacking compared to him.
βWill Iβ¦β¦be able to keep receiving your jealousy?β
He didnβt want to get behind anymore than this. He had caught up a lot in a short time. Although Jo Minjoon may not know that accomplishment at all, there was one thing that Anderson wanted. To get the jealousy from Jo Minjoon, and being jealous of him. This kind of relationship. For this equal relationship to be maintained.
As a rival, as a friendβ¦β¦
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Morning. He could feel the sunlight shining through the window. Jo Minjoon opened his eyes thinly and then closed it again. He feel sleepy. And tired. There was no place in his body that hurt. And his fingers were heavy to the point he couldnβt lift them.
βAh, the oven. I put the mackerel in the oven.β
As he had set the timer, it wouldnβt keep running. But the problem was after that. As the day was warm, perhaps it may have turned bad to the point that it wasnβt edible. Jo Minjoon raised his body. The quilt that was over his body fell down. He felt that he certainly felt asleep on the chair.
βDid the snail bride lay me downβ¦β¦β
Maybe it was because he wasnβt fully awake that he was thinking about absurd things. It was when Jo Minjoon went to the kitchen. His face, that was depressed for not having washed the dishes became rigid. There were many dishes prepared on the table. There were things such as scrambled egg, and also fried fish and rice. It felt like a japanese styled table. Jo Minjoon opened his mouth.
βWhat is all this?β
βWhat can it be? Itβs breakfast.β
βAh, are you also the one that took me to the sofa?β
ββ¦β¦I have never done that. You went and liad down yourself.β
Anderson paused for a moment and then answered. Jo Minjoon said with a confused voice.
βWhat is it? I wasnβt even drunk but I donβt remember that.β
βYou would have been drunk in your sleep. Shut up and go and bring the girls. I already made breakfast.β
βUh, yeah. Okay.β
Jo Minjoon was about to leave when he turned to look at Anderson.
βBut what did you do with the things I made?β
βI ate it all.β
βThank you. For cleaning up. And for laying me down.β
βI told you I have never done thatβ¦β¦!β
At Andersonβs words, Jo Minjoon smiled brightly and went to the girlβs dorm. Rachel, Sera and Emily seemed to have woken quite a while ago that they had clean faces.
Jo Minjoon, that sat down in the table, was putting on quite a bright face in a while. He could only do that. Because when you lived abroad, the hardest thing was eating a meal. ALthough he did eat mango rice in Thailand, etc. it had a strong thailandese feeling. To say nothing of Italy. Because there were more cases that they cooked the rice less and ate it as salad.
The food they ate in Japan was the most similar to a Korean table. Thinking about it, it was an ironic thing. That the meal his mother had prepared was something he couldnβt say was tasty even if it was a joke, but for his heart to get calmer in front of a table that was similar to that.
Rachel smiled brightly and said.
βWhatever happens, you do like white rice.β
βI thought that I wasnβt the type to be obsessed about it, but now I am slowly starting to become like that. When I eat rice I feel like I just had a meal, and however much I eat without rice it just feels like iβm just recharging energyβ¦β¦ I donβt even know what iβm saying.β
βI know what you are saying. Westerners feel something similar to bread. How can their eating habits change in a day to another.β
Jo Minjoon smiled brightly and put the rice in his mouth. A rice that had a violet colour because it was a bit mixed with black rice. It had a stronger aroma than white rice, and the sweet flavor was also deeper. It was to the point that he started to feel nice even when he was eating rice without any side dishes.
βWhat kind of recipe will be possible with riceβ¦β¦β
If it wasnβt bokkeumbap(???) or bibimbap(???), it was hard to get more than 7 points of estimated cooking score. As rice was something really basic, he couldnβt think of making something special with rice. You would accompany it with something special, but there were almost no cases that you cooked the rice in a special way. Emily glanced at Jo Minjoon and said.
βYou use the chopsticks really well. To be able to grab a grain of rice.β
βAh, if you are korean, this thing is a basic. When I was in middle school I went to a competition that was about moving soybeans quickly using your chopsticks.β
βAhaha, thatβs a cute competition.β
βYou donβt know how fierce it is when you enter. It also hurts your hands a lot.β
βIt certainly hurts right now.β
Sera raised the ginger pork, that was pork rested in ginger soy sauce. Looking that the tip of the chopsticks was trembling, it seemed like she couldnβt put strength in her hand properly. It was childish but Jo Minjoon felt a sense of superiority at that moment. Could he say that he had become an elite in using chopsticks. Jo Minjoon smirked and said.
βPersonally, the fork is more difficult for me. Especially for things like salad, I donβt know how to eat it with a fork. If you scoop it up, everything falls down, and if you stick it the things that are below donβt even get in your fork.β
βHm. It somehow comforts me saying that using the fork is difficult. But even so, itβs not that my ability in using the chopstick becomes good. Ah, I donβt know. There are forks here right? I will just have to use one.β
βAh, Sera. Bring me one for me too.β
Emily hurriedly turned to look at Sera and said. While Sera was pouting, Jeremy looked closely at the rolled eggs in his chopsticks. The white and yellow layers that were set up like crepes were lovely.
βAnderson. The rolled egg you made is prettier than the one Minjoon makes.β
βThank you.β
ββ¦β¦β¦I canβt just let those words pass by. Jeremy. My rolled eggs arenβt normal either.β
βDonβt worry. Yours was more delicious. Although I prefer the texture for this one.
Anderson clashed gazes with Jo Minjoon. Jeremy looked at the two of them as if it was interesting. Anderson opened his mouth.
βShall we go for a round?β
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Translator: Subak
Proofreader: Saihikawa