God of cooking

Chapter 115: The winner's scale (4)

This does not belong to me. It is translated by KobatoChanDaiSuki.  

The time which the four of them could concentrate on their conversation was not that long. Even before the sadness on Chloe's face could disappear, the chefs flocked over. The interest they showed was bigger than expected, and the result of that was that just exchanging names with one person made the time pass quickly.

And Jo Minjoon also got many questions. Most of them were related to the sense of taste he had. As he couldn't tell them about the system, he just ambiguously smiled, but it seemed that it was seen as humbleness because their eyes looking at him had become softer.

'Well, it's not a bad misunderstanding.'

Looking at the attitudes of the chefs he could confirm that the aftereffects created by the absolute sense of taste wasn't small at all. They were all curious about him, and there were even some that gave him their business card telling him to go to their restaurants. Of course, they made a similar proposition to the other participants too, but at least Jo Minjoon was overwhelmed with invitations to restaurants. Even compared to Kaya that had won, there were more people inviting him.

Well, if you were a chef, you could obviously not be uninterested about that absolute sense of taste. That it hadn't appeared on history even once also meant that there also weren't chefs that had served a customer with an absolute sense of taste. There were few chefs that didn't lend their hands in front of that special experience that may not happen ever again.

It was to the point that a chef that ran a restaurant with a peculiar recipe as the main item invited Jo Minjoon.

"It's fine if you steal the recipe. Instead, I would like you to pay the food fees and recipe fee with your emotions."

Actually, aside of actually feeling the flavor or not, he couldn't guess what kind of high standard expression they wanted. Only after a while did he excuse himself and as he went to a corner, he saw Marco eating a crepe that had banana, chocolate, and peanut butter in it. He gulped down the crepe in his mouth.

"If you want to eat go over there to the second table. There are quite a lot."
"........No. It's not that I want to eat."
"You want to sit?"

Jo Minjoon sat down with a thud instead of replying. Jo Minjoon was silent for a moment and then silently said.

"It's over."
"Actually, it was over for us a while ago."
".......Even so, I get the feeling that it ended for real now."
"Mmm......I think that I barely know what you are talking about."

Marco nodded and this time he started to drink a drink mixed with cocoa and banana. Jo Minjoon said with a tired expression.

"It seems like you got bigger than before."
"Yeah...... Maybe it's because of the accumulated stress. I started to eat a bit more."
"Stress, why? You already got a place to work, isn't now where you can take a breath?"
"That's not true. When you solve a problem, another tends to appear."
"That's right."

Life is followed by small or big problems continuously. Jo Minjoon said with a worried voice.

"Even so, don't relieve it by eating. The colour of your face doesn't look good. Did you go to a hospital recently?"
"........Mm, after I start to work I will have to get examined."
"Let's see each other for long. Healthily."

At Jo Minjoon's words, Marco laughed shyly and nodded.

"Thanks. For worrying about me."
"We are friends."
"Mm. Right."

Just as they said some ashaming things, they couldn't look at each other for a while as if it was embarrassing. Jo Minjoon looked at Kaya. A graceful dress with a composed makeup. They say that clothes are wings, when she raised a corner of her mouth like usual, rather than a playful feeling it felt more like a provocative feeling.