God of cooking

Chapter 141: People Over The Crossroad (1)

This story does not belong to me. this is translated by KobatoChanDaiSuki.

The dish leaves, the dish returns. You could know how delicate and sweet this bridge between the two processes was even without rolling your head.

The dishes of the three was like that. Anderson's, Kaya's, and Minjoon's dish was like that. After serving the last pasta of the last table, the tight nervousness got eased up slowly. Jo Minjoon breathed in while turning off the fire.

"This is fun."
"........It is but it's too hot."

Kaya wiped off the sweat flowing down her forehead and fluttered her clothes. And then stealthily brought her mouth to Jo Minjoon's ear. He thought that the smell of her skin wet in sweat was walking towards his nose, but soon a husky voice filled his ear.

"Let's go to the fridge."
"No. You can't."
"Can't you just tell me that I can?"
"Don't act spoiled. Also."

Jo Minjoon grabbed Kaya's chin with an awkward face and separated it. He cleared his throat.

"I'm also hot. Don't stick to me."
".......Cruel bastard."

Kaya glared at Jo Minjoon with a reproachful expression and then left. Anderson clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Do you know that it's really frustrating looking at the two of you."
".......I understand what you are trying to say, but don't say anything."
"I also hate butting in matters of other people but I can't help feeling frustrated."

Jo Minjoon just looked at Kaya instead of answering. She approached Berta, who was washing the dishes and was talking to her as a bully. Just like the paper that melted when placed on water, Jo Minjoon slowly showed his feelings over his lips.

"Kaya. I think that she's a really good girl."
"......I don't think I will be getting that thought in my life."
"Why. She is like that. She lived a harsh life, and speaks roughly, but her heart isn't like that."
"That heart, she is only like that towards you. You say that because you didn't look at the faces of the ones Kaya cursed at."
"That may also be true."

Jo Minjoon shrugged his shoulders and moved next to Alan. It wasn't that they had a conversation to speak. He wanted to see how the customers outside of the kitchen, at the hall, were eating his linguine.

There were only three tables that were still eating linguine. An old couple, young couple, and a family of four with small kids. Their linguine was rolled in the forks and every time it entered their mouths, Jo Minjoon gulped. And when their eyes bent down softly, his heart also let out a calm sigh. Jo Minjoon opened his mouth.

"I want to go out and ask them."
"What?"
"If my linguine was delicious. I want to ask it to everyone."
"But why don't you?"
"In case my light attitude disturbs the emotions given by the dish. As I can't give it more flavor, I can't disturb a happy time. And......"

Jo Minjoon spoke with a voice that was covered with happiness.

"I don't think there's a need to ask them."

The old and young couple, and the family of four were all eating the linguine with satisfied faces. He couldn't listen to their conversation, but he felt like he could know even when he couldn't listen.

Sera approached Jo Minjoon's side and looked at the hall. And opened her mouth as if she couldn't understand well.

"How do you feel when looking at that as a chef?"
"It's the best. Is there something else to ask for? Chefs exist to give customers a delicious memory. And when the customer leaves the table happily, the chef got recognized all his life with just that. The smiles of those people..... are telling me that my life isn't worthless. I can only be happy."
"I'm jealous."
"About what?"
"Everything. You have a sense of taste every epicurean and chefs are jealous of, and that you get happy with just a smile of a customer."