God of cooking

Chapter 125: In the royal palace (1)

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"...........From where did they invite us now?"
"From the royal room."
"When you say 'royal palace', you mean THE royal room, right? It's not something else, right?"

Martin just smirked instead of replying. It was a question he didn't even need to answer because Emily, who was asking the question, already knew it. She rolled her eyes between the fried eggs that was on her fork and Martin and in the end took a bite.

And then put a happy smile. From the oily and thick fried coating, the feeling of the soft white of the egg, and also inside of that the yolk that melted like sweet potato mousse was soft and lovely.

"Royal......Ah, this fried egg is too delicious. Minjoon. Thank you. Anyway, why from the royal room? Maybe....."

Emily glanced at Rachel. Jeremy smacked his lips.

"A rose is still a rose even after it withers. Looking that there are still people looking for it."
"Do it properly. Badmouth me or praise me."
"Originally, spicing things up like this is my specialty. I took 20 years on deciding whether to become a chef or an epicurean."
"How capricious."
"A capricious person looks for changes. So you can even say that the virtue of a chef is capricious. ......Thinking about it, I'm not a chef anymore."

At those words, Jo Minjoon burst out of laughter, which he was holding in. Jeremy put on a smile as if he was proud.

"It seems like the Minjoon you want that much likes my jokes quite well."
"You are a funny person mister Jeremy."

In the end, at the last words, Rachel lowered her head with a depressed face. Jeremy clicked his tongue.

"You thought you could easily get the heart of a young man at your age?"
"Jeremy. At least by thinking of our age, how about you get some dignity?"
"It's funny for those words to come out of you. When I went to Rose Island back then and said that the flavor of the water was strange, what did you say? That if I cleaned off the dregs off my mouth, and cleaned the washed off the sickening smell clogged in my throat, only then would it taste better. Anyways, I don't think that the protagonist of that story should be saying such things."
"Just from when was that.........!"
"From when? It's a story that hasn't even been 20 years and it's still clear for me. Oh, Minjoon. This mango glutinous rice is quite good. As it has condensed milk it's even better. If you pour some brewed soy sauce I think that the aroma will get better."

Jeremy teased Rachel with a relaxed attitude and even talked nonsense from start to end. Jo Minjoon looked at that and kept bursting out of laughter. Compared to the age his attitude was a bit light, but even so he didn't dislike this man.

But to that Jo Minjoon, Sera whispered in a low voice.

"Don't like him that much. Later on you will get wounded by him."
"Me?"
"Jeremy Bennett is a famous person in the tasting world known as the one with the worst malicious remarks. If someone seems to be rising, the restaurants are on an emergency state just like if the president had come."

Listening to that, his playful and pleasant feeling was also seen differently. Anderson's expressions caught his eye. He was looking at Jeremy with an uncomfortable expression. At first, he wondered if it was simply because he teased Jeremy but as more time passed he realized that that was not the case.

"Has Jeremy gone to your parent's store?"
".......You should know it, but my parents are quite the famous ones. If you were an epicurean working in the US and didn't come to our restaurants, you would be two kind of people: an impostor or a liar."
"Did he say something bad?"
"That's the basic option. Back then, it was when I was working in the hall, serving, and not in the kitchen.........Ah, leave it. He's really tenacious."