God of cooking

Chapter 95: Four people, four dreams (3)

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When the private plane arrived at the airport, the first person Rachel and Serguei encountered was Martin. Serguei smirked.

"Even so, this friend doesn't seem to be ill-mannered."
".......I told you to mind your words."

Rachel started to walk a distance away from Serguei as if she was embarrassed. Considering that it was a conversation from two elders filled with wrinkles, it was certainly a childish and affectionate one. Martin held the hands of the two of them with a face full of laughter.

"You have come a long way. It's really an honor to see you."
"What honor? Since when did Americans start to talk this unfamiliarity?"
"At the name of Serguei and Rachel, there's nothing to be unfamiliar at this much consideration."

Martin smirked and replied. It wasn't an exaggeration to flatter, but he really felt like that. Their two names had their own meanings. Serguei wasn't a person that could be seen that much in a broadcast, and nothing could be said about Rachel. However, the number of viewers that missed them in the US was countless. Just how big of a reaction was it when Rachel showed herself, even a moment, in the food truck mission?

He was already dying of excitement as to what kind of reaction would this broadcast make. His thoughts was appearing on his face because it was something that wasn't even needed to hide. Serguei caressed his beard and said.

"By the way, It has been a while since I've been to Chicago..."
"I'm sorry, but the time for the mission........"
"Ah, I understand. But there's no need to take that posture because I only act like a son of a bitch in front of two kind of people. First, bastards that cook like dog shit. Second, people that eat delicious food like dog shit. You aren't a chef, and still didn't become a bastard of a customer of mine. So....... Ah! What are you doing!"
"If you aged, act accordingly."

Serguei patted his shin that got kicked and frowned.

"This crazy old hag.......! I came because you begged me to come!"
"I didn't ask you to embarrass me."
"There's no answer for that jerk. No answer. Hey! I'm also getting on my seventies! If my bones break, it won't even reattach well!"
"If it breaks from the kick of a woman, it's about the same. Stop saying poor words. Because I get tired of receiving all of it. Martin. Let's go. Where's the car?"
"Ah, it's over there."

Martin led the way like a courteous waiter. The car he had prepared was a wide van, but as Serguei got in it, it didn't seem that wide because he was tall and quite sturdy. After looking at the airport that was getting farther away from outside the window, Serguei opened his mouth.

"So, how many people did you say that remained?"
"It's four. Should I explain them?"
"Simply please."
"Yes."

Martin showed some photos to Rachel and Serguei. He opened his mouth with a calm voice.

"First, I will explain about Jo Minjoon. He's famous among the viewers for having an absolute sense of taste, and his skills are fine overall. At first, he had some lacking points compared to the other three, but looking at how he is improving, you wouldn't know how it would turn out. And Anderson Rousseau....."
"I vaguely know about that guy. I'm acquainted with his parents. He's a promising one. Explain the other participants. Simpler than before."
"Yes. Then, I will explain about Chloe Jung. She seems to have learnt cooking from her mother, and cooks Chinese food well. In the case of Kaya Lotus, she doesn't only cook national dishes, but instead of cooking luxurious things she gives the feeling that she is specialized in family meals. She seems to have learnt cooking by watching how the people in the market cooked......"
"Wait."