Are you maybe thinking of being his customer personally…..?”
[ Ah, the plane will soon be arriving. We will talk the remaining later, have a good day. ]
“Yes, yes……”
Martin looked at the hung up phone dumbfoundedly. He didn’t feel that this situation was real at all.
“Does the rating god love me?”
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The aftermath of the absolute taste wasn’t weak at all. People who were interested in cooking or tasting all talked about Jo Minjoon, and on top of that, people who weren’t interested at all also saw his video.
And of course, Korea wasn’t an exception. Just with the truth that a korean was participating in it, in Korea, many articles about Grand Chef were roaming around.
And Lee Hyeseon also could not have seen it. And the result of that, Jo Minjoon had to pickup the phone in the middle of doing the groceries.
[…….Since when did you have that kind of ability? ]
“I think that since I was small. But I have recently known that I sense different things compared to the others.”
[ Whew……. Even I don’t know what’s what. People from all around are talking about you, but I feel good and anxious at the same time. Because getting attention isn’t a comfortable thing. Are you okay? ]
“It’s not that hard yet. Oh, mom. I’m sorry but I have to prepare to cook. So I will call you again later.”
[ Okay. Do well. I will cheer for you. ]
“Yes.”
Jo Minjoon put back his handphone in his pocket. He was exhausted. It was because he hadn’t slept well, but it was also because today, it seemed that people from the market recognized him more than before. Some had also asked him to try their food so……
‘I just have to endure today, and tomorrow.’
Now, he could only beat the exhaustion with his mental strength. The problem was that it also started to wear down, but he thought that he just didn’t have to faint.
As soon as he got in the truck, his teammates sent him a preoccupied sight. Also they felt that Jo Minjoon was having it hard recently. Peter opened his mouth.
“Are you okay, Minjoon? What about resting for lunch? The four of us can do it all.”
“Leave it. We are doing the same things but some rest while others work. It’s not good to see.”
The dream is meant to fight your way through. He didn’t have the leisure to sound weak. Anderson said with a blunt voice.
“Rest for now. I bought some sandwich, so eat if you want.”
“……….Thank you.”
Jo Minjoon received the sandwich. It was nothing special. Cheese, lettuce, prosciutto and mustard sauce was everything in it. However, maybe because the bread was so soft that he felt like he was eating well cooked rice.
He didn’t know why, but when he gulped down the sandwich, the top of his temple hurt as if it was being poked by a needle. Even eating could be this exhausting. Jo Minjoon smiled bitterly and left half the sandwich.