“They are all 8 points. Excluding one. The gougere that was in the amuse bouche. That was a 9. However, the most delicious thing for me was the paprika orange.”
“Oh, now that I see, it wasn’t the score of the food, but the cooking score.”
“Yes. Getting this score when the main dish didn’t even come out yet means that the chef’s skills are excellent. It was a really good dish.”
Right after he finished talking, the next dish appeared. Coconut milk rice pudding, with ice that was frozen in the shape of a pipe on top of it. And inside the ice was grapefruit, caramelised grapefruit peel and basil, trout eggs, and roasted coconut and pistachio. There were also ingredients he was pleased to see. Roast grain powder was slightly spread on top of the rice pudding.
And the ice wasn’t an ordinary one. It was made by freezing ginger water. It had a shape only modern dishes could have. Jo Minjoon admired it for a moment, and got confused. He didn’t get how he should be eating this. Their server in charge, Elly, said in a soft voice.
“It’s a dish you have to break the ice cylinder and mix the contents of it and eat it.”
“Oh, understood.”
The moment he broke the ice, he felt regret but he could do nothing about it. When the dish got broke like a mess and mixed, his task would be completed.
9 points. It was the second 9 points dish. And contrary to the gougere, it didn’t have unfamiliar ingredients in it. A flavor which you let out sighs of admirations while you ate it. No, a flavor you didn’t even have the leisure to feel admiration.
As the ice melted and the aroma of the ginger spread in his mouth, on top of that, the trout eggs melted in his tongue stingingly. The grapefruit’s sour flavor met with the rice pudding and the melted coconut cream that was inside of it. That flavor felt just like mojito and it moderately brought a delicious flavor that livened the mood.
It was at that moment when Martin tried to slightly ask. Jo Minjoon raised his hand.
“I’m begging you, don’t ask me those questions right now. After, you can after I finish. Then I will answer you even if I tell you not to talk to me. But let me immerse myself like this.”
“……..Okay.”
If he’s talking like that, he couldn’t even force him to do the interview. The servers looked at him laughing brightly. There were no prettier customers than the one that knew how to enjoy their cooking.
Jo Minjoon bit his lips. He was angry. In the world, there were these kinds of dishes, but why did he keep living while eating things that couldn’t even be said. And that wasn’t only in his case. Many people were living without any kind of relation to this kind of cooking. The biggest problem would be the money, but even so, it was so delicious to the point he couldn’t accept reality.
The next dish came without them having the leisure to rest. It just seemed like a fight with a tumbling doll; if you knocked it once, it would get up again. And when he thought that he ate it all, the next dish came immediately.
However, the dishes that came one by one were all perfect. Even if it was a place that received three Michelin stars, he thought if it was possible for a course cooking to proceed without flaws. What Jo Minjoon usually insisted on the things that had to be placed on top a plate, they had it all. The word that a chef had to be perfect like a chef, he was experiencing those words that felt to be far away in this place.
The next dish was bread, and the score was 7. The sauce was a green butter made by mixing normal butter, parsley, and tarragon. Normal butter was long and curvy like a well-cooked udon noodle, and the green butter was rolled so beautifully that at first glance, it made you think that it was a fruit.
“They are all 8 points. Excluding one. The gougere that was in the amuse bouche. That was a 9. However, the most delicious thing for me was the paprika orange.”“Oh, now that I see, it wasn’t the score of the food, but the cooking score.”“Yes. Getting this score when the main dish didn’t even come out yet means that the chef’s skills are excellent. It was a really good dish.”Right after he finished talking, the next dish appeared. Coconut milk rice pudding, with ice that was frozen in the shape of a pipe on top of it. And inside the ice was grapefruit, caramelised grapefruit peel and basil, trout eggs, and roasted coconut and pistachio. There were also ingredients he was pleased to see. Roast grain powder was slightly spread on top of the rice pudding.And the ice wasn’t an ordinary one. It was made by freezing ginger water. It had a shape only modern dishes could have. Jo Minjoon admired it for a moment, and got confused. He didn’t get how he should be eating this. Their server in charge, Elly, said in a soft voice.“It’s a dish you have to break the ice cylinder and mix the contents of it and eat it.”“Oh, understood.”The moment he broke the ice, he felt regret but he could do nothing about it. When the dish got broke like a mess and mixed, his task would be completed.9 points. It was the second 9 points dish. And contrary to the gougere, it didn’t have unfamiliar ingredients in it. A flavor which you let out sighs of admirations while you ate it. No, a flavor you didn’t even have the leisure to feel admiration.As the ice melted and the aroma of the ginger spread in his mouth, on top of that, the trout eggs melted in his tongue stingingly. The grapefruit’s sour flavor met with the rice pudding and the melted coconut cream that was inside of it. That flavor felt just like mojito and it moderately brought a delicious flavor that livened the mood.It was at that moment when Martin tried to slightly ask. Jo Minjoon raised his hand.“I’m begging you, don’t ask me those questions right now. After, you can after I finish. Then I will answer you even if I tell you not to talk to me. But let me immerse myself like this.”“……..Okay.”If he’s talking like that, he couldn’t even force him to do the interview. The servers looked at him laughing brightly. There were no prettier customers than the one that knew how to enjoy their cooking.Jo Minjoon bit his lips. He was angry. In the world, there were these kinds of dishes, but why did he keep living while eating things that couldn’t even be said. And that wasn’t only in his case. Many people were living without any kind of relation to this kind of cooking. The biggest problem would be the money, but even so, it was so delicious to the point he couldn’t accept reality.The next dish came without them having the leisure to rest. It just seemed like a fight with a tumbling doll; if you knocked it once, it would get up again. And when he thought that he ate it all, the next dish came immediately.However, the dishes that came one by one were all perfect. Even if it was a place that received three Michelin stars, he thought if it was possible for a course cooking to proceed without flaws. What Jo Minjoon usually insisted on the things that had to be placed on top a plate, they had it all. The word that a chef had to be perfect like a chef, he was experiencing those words that felt to be far away in this place.The next dish was bread, and the score was 7. The sauce was a green butter made by mixing normal butter, parsley, and tarragon. Normal butter was long and curvy like a well-cooked udon noodle, and the green butter was rolled so beautifully that at first glance, it made you think that it was a fruit.
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