Minjoon raised his hand as to telling them to calm down. He opened his mouth with a sickened face.
“Why are you only asking me? Ask something to the others too.”
“…….Your taste is sensitive, so you will be able to clearly feel it. Express it for us.”
“I wonder. Even if I felt it, i’m not confident in expressing it…….’
“Fine. Then at least tell us the score. How was it?”
Of course this question. It was as he expected. Didn’t Martin also focus on asking him the score? Jo Minjoon replied with a smile. He didn’t hit around the bush.
“10 points, there was one.”
Along with those words, almost at the same time, sighs of amazements were heard. They looked right next to them how Jo Minjoon scored the dishes. Even 7 and 8 points dishes were already outstanding ones, but for it to be 10 points. Even listening to it was a far-off field.
The conversation proceeded for quite a while. Maybe because the atmosphere didn’t get down, they overdid it a little. But just because of that, they didn’t make up the interest and expectation. The three star was the dream of every chef. Although the price was the price, because there weren’t many that amounted, normal people wouldn’t be able to get recruited. That was reality.
And because they were participant, it was no different at all. They had the dream to cook, but most of them had normal jobs that wasn’t related to cooking. Wasn’t Chloe a normal college student?
They talked even after midnight. In the middle of that, they made some snacks because they were hungry. Because they wouldn’t be given a mission for at least some days. For the rhythm of the routine of life to get ruined one day wasn’t that big of a problem.
As night came, there naturally was alcohol bottles next to them. The flavor wasn’t so good because it was for cooking uses, but it was enough to keep holding a long conversation.
“Would we be able to make it……….?”
It was Hugo. He looked in front with cloudy eyes because of being drunk. Nobody could know what was going to be in the end of his sight. Maybe it was the opened champagne, or the tiramisu next to them. Jo Minjoon drenched his tongue with mojito and opened his mouth. It was non alcoholic.
“Chefs that succeeded say that you have to work hard…… But you don’t know. Because the advices of people who succeeded and those who failed will be different. Normally, the former one will be of more help but……..”
“Chefs that failed, no, this expression isn’t that good. It doesn’t mean that those who couldn’t receive a Michelin star didn’t work hard. Because, there are very few people that didn’t work hard.”
At Hugo’s reply, Anderson nodded. He opened his mouth.
“I know some people aside from my parents that own a three-star restaurant. And one of them received a three star at the age of 34, and worked for almost ten years. And then, he committed suicide. Maybe it was because he was scared that it would fall to two star. Honestly speaking, if it’s a three star full of burdens……it’s not nice for me. I just want to do my cooking.”
“However, your cooking will get evaluated. Even if you try not to care about it, in the end you will have to. Aren’t your parents like that?”
“I don’t know. Of course, they will have burdens. But they aren’t people who get swept up by the evaluation of others. Honestly speaking, even if they have it hard, there are no parents that want to show that to their children.”
Anderson talked like that and drank one more sip of red wine. As time passed, his face became red as the wine. He didn’t like alcohol much so he didn’t drink it, and because of that he was more sound than others. Jo Minjoon said with a preoccupied face.
“If you keep this up you will probably become zombies when you wake up tomorrow. Why don’t you stop drinking for a bit?”
“Shut up. If you aren’t going to drink then just silently eat the snacks.”
“…….I warned you.”
Jo Minjoon grumbled and put a biscuit in his mouth. The biscuit Marco made had a lime aroma and a charm you wouldn’t get sick of it. He opened his mouth.
“Ah, I need to get some baking skills. But this isn’t easy at all.”
“In your country you don’t eat much bread.”
“It’s more like a snack for us. And there are even less people who make it themselves.”
“Good. If the next mission is a baking one, one guy will surely be below us.”
At Anderson’s words Jo Minjoon laughed bitterly. Honestly, it was hard to refute.
Minjoon raised his hand as to telling them to calm down. He opened his mouth with a sickened face.“Why are you only asking me? Ask something to the others too.”“…….Your taste is sensitive, so you will be able to clearly feel it. Express it for us.”“I wonder. Even if I felt it, i’m not confident in expressing it…….’“Fine. Then at least tell us the score. How was it?”Of course this question. It was as he expected. Didn’t Martin also focus on asking him the score? Jo Minjoon replied with a smile. He didn’t hit around the bush.“10 points, there was one.”Along with those words, almost at the same time, sighs of amazements were heard. They looked right next to them how Jo Minjoon scored the dishes. Even 7 and 8 points dishes were already outstanding ones, but for it to be 10 points. Even listening to it was a far-off field.The conversation proceeded for quite a while. Maybe because the atmosphere didn’t get down, they overdid it a little. But just because of that, they didn’t make up the interest and expectation. The three star was the dream of every chef. Although the price was the price, because there weren’t many that amounted, normal people wouldn’t be able to get recruited. That was reality.And because they were participant, it was no different at all. They had the dream to cook, but most of them had normal jobs that wasn’t related to cooking. Wasn’t Chloe a normal college student?They talked even after midnight. In the middle of that, they made some snacks because they were hungry. Because they wouldn’t be given a mission for at least some days. For the rhythm of the routine of life to get ruined one day wasn’t that big of a problem.As night came, there naturally was alcohol bottles next to them. The flavor wasn’t so good because it was for cooking uses, but it was enough to keep holding a long conversation.“Would we be able to make it……….?”It was Hugo. He looked in front with cloudy eyes because of being drunk. Nobody could know what was going to be in the end of his sight. Maybe it was the opened champagne, or the tiramisu next to them. Jo Minjoon drenched his tongue with mojito and opened his mouth. It was non alcoholic.“Chefs that succeeded say that you have to work hard…… But you don’t know. Because the advices of people who succeeded and those who failed will be different. Normally, the former one will be of more help but……..”“Chefs that failed, no, this expression isn’t that good. It doesn’t mean that those who couldn’t receive a Michelin star didn’t work hard. Because, there are very few people that didn’t work hard.”At Hugo’s reply, Anderson nodded. He opened his mouth.“I know some people aside from my parents that own a three-star restaurant. And one of them received a three star at the age of 34, and worked for almost ten years. And then, he committed suicide. Maybe it was because he was scared that it would fall to two star. Honestly speaking, if it’s a three star full of burdens……it’s not nice for me. I just want to do my cooking.”“However, your cooking will get evaluated. Even if you try not to care about it, in the end you will have to. Aren’t your parents like that?”“I don’t know. Of course, they will have burdens. But they aren’t people who get swept up by the evaluation of others. Honestly speaking, even if they have it hard, there are no parents that want to show that to their children.”Anderson talked like that and drank one more sip of red wine. As time passed, his face became red as the wine. He didn’t like alcohol much so he didn’t drink it, and because of that he was more sound than others. Jo Minjoon said with a preoccupied face.“If you keep this up you will probably become zombies when you wake up tomorrow. Why don’t you stop drinking for a bit?”“Shut up. If you aren’t going to drink then just silently eat the snacks.”“…….I warned you.”Jo Minjoon grumbled and put a biscuit in his mouth. The biscuit Marco made had a lime aroma and a charm you wouldn’t get sick of it. He opened his mouth.“Ah, I need to get some baking skills. But this isn’t easy at all.”“In your country you don’t eat much bread.”“It’s more like a snack for us. And there are even less people who make it themselves.”“Good. If the next mission is a baking one, one guy will surely be below us.”At Anderson’s words Jo Minjoon laughed bitterly. Honestly, it was hard to refute.
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