And like that, 10 or 15 minutes passed and the rice grains were slowly becoming more sticky. And that was the time to put in the remaining pear. Jo Minjoon peeled off the pear, chopped it just like before and then put it on the pan. The pear slowly started to lose shape under the hot gravy and then disappeared.
Jo Minjoon repeated tasting it. He felt the roundness of the rice grains, and also felt the faint aroma inside it. He couldn’t exactly know what al dente meant, but he tried his best to give it flavor. It was through the taste his system couldn’t do, but his tongue could.
It was hard. The rice’s flavor, pear’s flavor, wine’s flavor, gravy’s flavor, sage’s flavor. Feeling all of these flavors at the same time was a really difficult thing to do. However, Jo Minjoon was in a state of concentration like never before. It was an unfamiliar dish. And because of that, he had to evaluate it more perfectly.
Jo Minjoon soon forgot about the pain in his thumb. He just felt the flavors. Flavor, aroma, texture. The only thing he was seeing right now was the risotto, and he was only listening to the rice grains exploding in his mouth. Jo Minjoon put all of his concentration in his tongue. No, precisely speaking he wasn’t concentrated in his tongue. Cooking. Jo Minjoon was immersed in cooking. No, the cooking embraced him.
Even before he used all of the gravy, Jo Minjoon confirmed that the rice grains were completed. They were inflated like a balloon, and when he chewed the insides of it, his teeth felt the softness. The aroma of the wine and chicken gravy; and the aroma of the sage and prosciutto tickled his nose like an elaborated puzzle.
Jo Minjoon turned off the fire, and started to cool the risotto. After a minute passed, he put in the melted butter, cheese and pepper to do the seasoning. It was completed.
‘The estimated score was 6?’
Jo Minjoon bit his lips and stared at the risotto. The system was his strength. In the end, it didn’t decide his limits. An excellent risotto. Although he had never eaten a proper risotto, in the end it was still food. A delicious one. And Jo Minjoon knew how to give it flavor. Just like Alan had said, he knew what cooking was. Although he didn’t have the absolute sense of taste they thought he had…… Jo Minjoon believed in his talent and passion for cooking.
There’s a saying that those who believe in themselves have no impossible things. At times, he thought that that versicle was too idealistic and simple, but now he got the feeling he had comprehended those words.
And that comprehension and trust, compensated him.
[You made a risotto that’s over your limits with a surprising concentration!]
[The ingredients have perfectly harmonised themselves. The rice you made is taking all of that flavor!]
[The mastery of Italian cuisine cooking has risen!]
Jo Minjoon’s eyes shook. He looked at the last window with those shaking eyes.
[Pear risotto]
Freshness: 95%
Origins: (Too many ingredients to show)
Origins: High
Cooking score: 8/10
< Crossroad (3) > End
And like that, 10 or 15 minutes passed and the rice grains were slowly becoming more sticky. And that was the time to put in the remaining pear. Jo Minjoon peeled off the pear, chopped it just like before and then put it on the pan. The pear slowly started to lose shape under the hot gravy and then disappeared.Jo Minjoon repeated tasting it. He felt the roundness of the rice grains, and also felt the faint aroma inside it. He couldn’t exactly know what al dente meant, but he tried his best to give it flavor. It was through the taste his system couldn’t do, but his tongue could.It was hard. The rice’s flavor, pear’s flavor, wine’s flavor, gravy’s flavor, sage’s flavor. Feeling all of these flavors at the same time was a really difficult thing to do. However, Jo Minjoon was in a state of concentration like never before. It was an unfamiliar dish. And because of that, he had to evaluate it more perfectly.Jo Minjoon soon forgot about the pain in his thumb. He just felt the flavors. Flavor, aroma, texture. The only thing he was seeing right now was the risotto, and he was only listening to the rice grains exploding in his mouth. Jo Minjoon put all of his concentration in his tongue. No, precisely speaking he wasn’t concentrated in his tongue. Cooking. Jo Minjoon was immersed in cooking. No, the cooking embraced him.Even before he used all of the gravy, Jo Minjoon confirmed that the rice grains were completed. They were inflated like a balloon, and when he chewed the insides of it, his teeth felt the softness. The aroma of the wine and chicken gravy; and the aroma of the sage and prosciutto tickled his nose like an elaborated puzzle.Jo Minjoon turned off the fire, and started to cool the risotto. After a minute passed, he put in the melted butter, cheese and pepper to do the seasoning. It was completed.‘The estimated score was 6?’Jo Minjoon bit his lips and stared at the risotto. The system was his strength. In the end, it didn’t decide his limits. An excellent risotto. Although he had never eaten a proper risotto, in the end it was still food. A delicious one. And Jo Minjoon knew how to give it flavor. Just like Alan had said, he knew what cooking was. Although he didn’t have the absolute sense of taste they thought he had…… Jo Minjoon believed in his talent and passion for cooking.There’s a saying that those who believe in themselves have no impossible things. At times, he thought that that versicle was too idealistic and simple, but now he got the feeling he had comprehended those words.And that comprehension and trust, compensated him.[You made a risotto that’s over your limits with a surprising concentration!][The ingredients have perfectly harmonised themselves. The rice you made is taking all of that flavor!][The mastery of Italian cuisine cooking has risen!]Jo Minjoon’s eyes shook. He looked at the last window with those shaking eyes.[Pear risotto]Freshness: 95%Origins: (Too many ingredients to show)Origins: HighCooking score: 8/10< Crossroad (3) > End
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