And the results were certainly not bad. Yesterday, the 10th episode that showed the dessert mission was broadcasted, and it gave the sensation that the incident of Kaya’s middle school life got a little pushed back. But of course, people that liked to expose other’s errors were drooling, but this much didn’t cause a problem.
Martin massaged his neck. The more he thought of it, the more his head hurt. First, the only thing they could do now was wait. If the bubble shrank, it would end there. BUt if it grew larger, then they would have to pop it themselves. Whichever side it was, now wasn’t the time to get some results.
“Let’s slowly prepare for the mission. There weren’t many fun factors in the dessert mission. But still, it was fortunate that Jo Minjoon could reproduce that jelly. But we can’t depend on Jo Minjoon forever. This time, lets certainly catch the attention of the viewers.”
“…….Ugh, another one will get eliminated today too. Seeing that hurts my heart.”
Martin smirked.
“Worry about yourself. You don’t know when people are going to walk the road of elimination. Do you think that the seat of PD is eternal?”
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“There’s only talk about you again.”
Anderson frowned and closed the window in his handphone. It was understandable. To replicate the recipe of a dish he ate once, after that scene, you wouldn’t think about any other person but Jo Minjoon. Jo Minjoon smirked and asked.
“Are you jealous?”
“It’s a little different to jealousy, because it’s normal to get a stomachache while looking at others doing well.”
“Just looking at you saying those things that calmly……You are certainly similar to Kaya.”
“…….Stop it.”
It was an expression as if he really didn’t want to listen to it. Jo Minjoon laughed and raised his kochi. It wasn’t dakkochi or sheep kochi. The things that were skewered in the kochi was prosciutto, tomato, and bread smeared in olive oil. It was an Italian dish called bruschetta. It was a simple composition, but the moment it entered his mouth, the salty flavor of the prosciutto and the aroma of olive oil spread…… and the aroma of the perfectly roasted bread followed. He admired happily.
“For the flavor of bread to be this important……..”
“Bread is a basic in Europe cuisine, just like rice is for your country.”
“In my country, rather than eating bread like this……how can I say it? Snack? We like it that.”
“I know. You also said that last time.”
“……..Did I?”
Jo Minjoon laughed embarrassedly and kept eating another bruschetta. This one didn’t have toppings, but only bread with olive oil. The surprising thing was that even that was delicious. Well, with only one drop of sesame oil, the flavor got better, so he thought that he could take this with a similar feeling.