"...My first cooking class with a chef...? I'm so nervous..."
Seoyeon's heart pounded with an unknown sense of anticipation.
"Are you ready to make it?"
"yes!!"
"Are you confident you won't break any dishes today?"
“.....Yes!!! I really won’t break it today!”
“Haha, okay, let’s try making it quickly.”
"yes...!!"
The re-creation of the shrimp soup that was supposed to be made with feeling began.
A quiet kitchen,
The ingredients were neatly arranged on the stainless steel table.
Shrimp, cream, white wine, shallots, butter… and even the green onions that Seoyeon added.
Seoyeon took a deep breath as she tightened her apron strings.
‘… Seriously, I never thought I’d make this in front of the chef again… I thought I’d get kicked out, but what the heck?’
Yongbok looked at her with his arms crossed and said.
“Let’s get started. You said you’re making it by feeling, not measuring?”
"yes…!"
Seoyeon's hand began to move.
Knock knock knock -
The tip of the knife quickly tapped on the cutting board.
It wasn't the rhythm of someone accustomed to swordsmanship, but it had a strangely unique rhythm.
Whew Whew Whew -
Melt the butter in a palm-sized pan and sauté the shallots until translucent.
As I added the shrimp shells and fried them until crispy, a rich, savory aroma began to fill the kitchen.
Yongbok's expression, who was watching from the side, slowly changed.
"... What the heck? A beginner with no proper training can have this kind of sense... I can't believe it."
Seoyeon put in white wine and turned up the heat.
Whoosh -
The alcohol smell disappeared, and the sweet shrimp smell rose more strongly.
He said this while pouring in the cream and adding some chopped green onions at the end.
“My dad always added green onions. I don’t know why, but I just thought it tasted pretty good, so I added them.”
"Okay, put it in and finish it once."
After a while, the soup was served in warm bowls.
“Try it once…!”
Yongbok picked up his spoon without saying anything.
And the moment you put a bite in your mouth,
A shock flashed through my head, as if thousands of shrimp were flying around.
The fragrance rises and the soft texture envelops your mouth.
Memories of my childhood came flooding back.
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Rainy night.
Young Yongbok, who was lying in bed with a high fever, remembered the day he heard the sound of his mother cutting a knife in the kitchen.
And a spoonful of shrimp soup to warm your body,
‘Yongbok, if you eat this, you’ll be fine.’
—
Yongbok, who had returned to reality, slowly exhaled.
“…Did you say you ever learned how to cook? This dish, in particular, was it something you learned only from your father?”
“No… I just tried it… I didn’t learn it separately from my dad.”
Yongbok looked at her with a completely different expression than before.
“Ms. Jin Seo-yeon.”
"yes…?"
“From now on… come in as my assistant.”
"…………yes?????????"
“Stop washing dishes and doing chores behind the kitchen,
Let’s learn from each other and raise them properly.”
Seoyeon couldn't close her mouth.
“Me, me? Really? Really? Really really??”
"Haha, do I look like a liar? I'm going to start properly tomorrow, so get ready."
Seoyeon's expression was half fear, half excitement.
“I will work hard!! I will do really well!!”
“Okay. Then I’ll go today. It’s going to be tough starting tomorrow.”
That day, the kitchen was filled with gentle laughter for the first time in a long while.
The next day, 6 am
Seoyeon's cell phone rang loudly.
Clang~~~~~clang clang clang clang clang!!!!!!!
It rang out at a volume that was almost explosive.
“Eww, what the heck!!!! Who are you!!! It’s dawn!! Hey... hmm”
The voice I heard as soon as I picked up the phone was
It was a dragon's uniform with a tone that seemed half-crazy.
“Jinseoyeon!!!!!! Come to the store right now!!!”
“…Huh?????? What…what???? Right now???”
“Now!!!!!! Hurry up!!!!!!!”
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