Chemistry

Jung, who entered the living room, stuck his tongue out to see the inside without any gaps. With the exception of the long table where the banquet was to be placed and the seats set, it was only broadcast equipment and staff everywhere.

Whether to use the window as a broadcast platform, four cannon-sized cameras are headed there. Similar to what the new standard was carrying, there were also several small cameras that were thought to be large cameras.

‘This is the broadcast. My mother's on board. Should I tell him to take out a commercial for a boarding house? Oh, you got a commercial? ’

A woman holding a sketchbook while taking off her shoes approaches.

“Hello, you're a resident of the neighborhood. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

“I am Hwang Ji-hyun, the writer, a delicious treat. Do you mind if I interview you for a minute? People are coming in and they're doing it in circles. ”

You nod your head at the request of the Hwang writer.

Standing in the hallway between the living room and the other room, the VJ immediately turned on the camera. Writer Hwang asked for a simple identity first.

“· · · Home is nearby. I'm helping my mom in the kitchen today. ”

“When did you start attending this event? ”

“It's been a while. In middle school, I started to fill volunteer hours, but now · ·”

I would like to say that I am continuing to do something meaningful while adding to the chaotic reasons, but it seemed like a story to be told by people like Mother and Captain who have been doing this constantly.

Jungwoo explained why without pretending.

“My mother won't feed me if I don't participate. ”

The VJ in filming laughed, perhaps because of a sudden answer. The writer asked with a smile.

“What can you help me with? ”

“Most of the elders in the neighborhood are asking for help. People who've been through a lot clean it up. When my brother and I sweep, it's quick to clean an alley, and you clean it mostly. ”

At that time, a gray-haired grandmother walked out from the nap room across the hall. When my grandmother saw Jungwoo, she smiled and approached.

“Jungwoo, are you here now? ”

“Yeah, I'm on my way. Is the tofu still there? ”

“I ran right into these guys after I ate. He'll come when he's hungry.”

“Again? It's still winter in town, but it's already spring. ”

The two people who shared a good smile were captured on VJ's camera. I looked at the elderly woman who was chosen by the writer Hwang wondering what she was talking about.

“Ask him yourself. I'm done with the interview. She seems busy. ”

In fact, Yoon Lee Seoul, who is in the east and west rather than Hong Ji-sook, was caught in the eye, but he did not reveal it to the camera.

As Jungwoo disappeared into the living room, the Hwang writer looked at VJ and said.

“You speak strangely, don't you? Like you're used to broadcasting. ”

“Yes, and the lenses look exactly the same. ”

“I have to check. ”

Writer Hwang listened to the notebook.

Due to the nature of the arts broadcasting against ordinary people, just touching the camera does not bring out a good scene from people who are embarrassed and overwhelmed. So these pre-interviews were also very important preparations.

When Jungwoo arrived in the kitchen, he approached Yoon Iseol who was passionate about sharing the food on paper plates. With her hair tied tightly, her white mask and white apron neatly worn, she suddenly felt like a professional nutritionist.

“Here I am. ”

Yoon Lee Seol turned his head to Jungwoo's voice and gave me a happy look.

“It's almost 4: 00, but we have to go. ”

“Jungwoo. That's it. Come here. ”

Yoon Lee Seol grabbed Jungwoo's arm and dragged him to the corner of the kitchen where the staff was invisible.

“My mom wants me to play in a cooking contest later. ”

“Yes?”

“A sous-chef, I mean? ”

Yoon Il-sul showed a hand gesture that said 'Shh’ to Jungwoo with big eyes.

“Lee Seol, you shouldn't be on a show like this. It's not a music channel. It's a cooking channel. ”

“I've spoken to my manager. Please pretend that Mr. Jungwoo is the manager before you come. Can you do that? ”

“That's not a difficult request, but what are you going to do? ”

“Hm · · · Just as it flows? It's fun.”

Yoon Yi Seol unexpectedly seemed to be enjoying, so I nodded without saying anything. Then I asked him again.

“What if there's a half a chance you won't be able to eat? ”

“Your mother has that sense. ”

“Really?"

“Broadcast Sense. ”

I can even joke about it. I thought there must have been a smile on the mouth of the mask.

“Yi Seol, grab a stick! ”

“Yes!”

Ji-suk Hong called Yoon Iseol's name carelessly and gave out a round frying pan containing freshly roasted herbs. Yoon Il-sul said, "See you later.” After leaving a note, I hurried to pick it up and start sharing it on the plate.

“What is it? Why does it look so familiar? ”

Jungwoo tilted his head. It was a crowded kitchen, so I took a step back.

"By the way, you're going to fight that chef until Mr. Lee? ’

Meanwhile, Chimi took a mobile phone that makes her anxious and searched for the name 'Hyunmin’.

‘From Hyejeon College of Cooking Science. Hilton Hotel Cook, Deputy Director. You currently have a private restaurant. ’

Apart from being noticeable, my weakness was glamorous. There are several broadcasts in the Italian culinary competition, including the difficult to pronounce. Especially in last year's culinary survival, I saw the referee.

“You lose, you lose. ”

I got a quote. This is harassing a patriot who's been fighting.

It was about the time Jungwoo kicked his tongue, and soon he was staring at two people who were sure he would be humiliated by the locals.

As Yoon Yi Seol expanded the vegetables he was carrying, the chemical symbols began to spread over the world where the sheen was flowing.

A slice of green onion and oil baked by a provocative galloping reaction.

The amino group of the protein and the carbonyl group of the sugar reacted and emitted a captivating flavor that was bringing together carrots, onions, and shiitake mushrooms to give me a delicious aroma and color.

The sesame oil, sugar and seasoning soy sauce that adhered to the surface were intertwined with the chain structure. The stimulating saltiness of sodium ions and the sweetness of carbohydrate molecules turned a clear surface into a pale color.

The stubborn buckets here revealed the only source of salty fatty acids even within the weeds.

Gulp.

Even though the aroma and flavor were chemically imagined, it was salivating.

‘Based on cooking or chemical reactions · · · · · · · ·. ’

“Jungwoo!”

Jungwoo's voice of applause disappeared from the fantasy world.

“Hey, did you hear about that? I got a local on film today. ”

The applause entered the living room, looking next to a kitchen full of cameras, opened his mouth.

“I was about to leave right after dinner, and I'm going to watch. ”

“Just go. ”

“Why?”

Jungwoo saw Yoon Lee Seol. She packed up all the leftovers, and she said, "Do you want me to loosen up a little? ’I shook my head to fix my eyes.

That she might be humiliated by unfamiliar craftsmanship. I was worried about this.

‘Well, there's got to be a way to help. ’

* * *

Four cameras illuminate the staff holding Slate.

“Two, three! ”

[0107, Take 1-1]

The camera was focused on the villager in the chef's hat when the good, slate was closed.

“Delicious treat! Yes, today we are joined as a special feature in a village in Seongbuk-gu, Seoul. ”

The villager's gaze was set to the living room with the banquet on the left.

“Do you see any good food? Not by me, but by the mothers of the village's women and women. Welcome, sir! ”

As the elderly grandparents entered the table with the cushions on it, the villagers bowed.

Jungwoo, who was waiting near the kitchen to serve, stared at the place where he was filming. I was surprised to see the actual broadcast shoot in front of my nose.

The two tables were set with kitchenettes full of ingredients and cooking utensils, but the only tool that Jungwoo knew the right name was a knife.

- Today we will have a cooking match with a mother who is responsible for the taste of the food here, not the hospitality.

Soft comments on a handsome appearance. Hyunmin was certainly as glamorous as a professional chef with broadcast. Looks like you did celebrity makeup, too.

‘My mom is not nervous at all. Are you broadcasting? "

Hong Ji-suk, wearing the same hat as the natives, went up with FD support. The writer Huang, who was crouched under the camera, wrote "applause" on the sketchbook and lifted it over his head.

"Good luck, Red Woman!” I cried. Among them, I saw a familiar face.

Dinner man, Super Man, Front Man. Once a month, there are three members who drink heavily.

Jungwoodo says, "Mom, let's go!” After chanting, I sent a small cheer to Yoon Iseol who was standing on one side for support.

- Hello, ma'am. May I introduce you?

- He runs a white house near the market. Hong Ji-sook.

- I tried some of the food here, but it was really good. Especially the Beef Noodle.Is there some kind of motherly secret?

- Not that impressive. Did it taste good? Thank you.

When Hong Ji-sook coldly assessed his food, the resident who was about to float him was slightly embarrassed. Jung Woo smiled as his mother's voice settled in front of the camera.

- I want to have an assistant chef in front of the competition. I heard that my mother had already chosen. Assistant chef, can you briefly introduce me?

One camera turned to Yoon Yi-sun, who was standing on one side of the stage. Of course, Jung was surprised at her next move, expecting her to bow her head silently without taking off her mask.

- It's Yoon Lee Seol, take good care of him.

- Oh, Yoon Yi Seol. Half price · · · Yes?

Yoon Iseol slightly lowered his mask and smiled at the camera, asking if he was a celebrity and Dongmyung.

- It's Yoon Seul.

"You want me to be beaten? ’

The panic that Hyungnim felt was greater than Jungwoo's panic.

- Yoo, Yoon Yi Seol? What is this, PD? Are you surprised?

On the appearance of a star that doesn't often appear in the air, other than the cable, the resident who was smoothly mentioning it stuttered. Even the PDs and writers who were supposed to help him couldn't speak at this moment, I could only look at Yoon Yi-sun.

“Seungah, editorial shop! ”

Oseona, FD, jumps up and slashes his palm. The shooting stopped for a moment.

Yoon Lee Seol turned his eyes to where the PD was sitting and said.

- I was helping out because I know a lot of people. I think you'll find out if you keep moving.

- If I knew Yoon Yi Seol existed, the concept itself.

- You want me to do it again with a "ba-da"? Don't worry too much about participating in the conciliation. Oh, Hahn!

Jungwoo, who was watching the situation, lifted his head to Yoon Yi Seul's call.

Me?

Yoon Lee Seol looked at me with a "Yes, Jungwoo." Jungwoo squeezes the lighting staff in between, approaching the PD sitting in the center of the camera and bowing his head.

Yoon Lee Seol, who confirmed Jungwoo's approach, said as if he was waiting for him.

“You can discuss the details with my manager. And this is what the manager told me · ·”

Jungwoo looked at Yoon Lee Seol and said, "Am I? ’But she dared to speak.

“Volunteering here is my personal job, so it doesn't matter what it means on the air. But, you know, call me. If you advertise the program in the name of Yoon Yi Seul, you'll have to go through the formal process. You know what I mean? ”

Jungwoo didn't know it, but PD understood and nodded.

Her entry fee obviously cannot be covered by the cable broadcaster's one-time production fee. However, it is impossible not to fold the film or shoot Yoon Iseol.

Thinking about it, her offer was reasonable.

A slight glance increases the topic and is extremely helpful to viewership. Pretending that there is no such thing as Yoon Iseol here is a broadcast concept, you can create a different feeling.

“Faq 49770;. ”

PD sparkled and looked at the villagers.

“Can we continue? I'm not nervous. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Hyunmin nodded his head as Yoon Iseol, who had put his mask back on, stood in the first place.

“I understand.”

After a brief chaos, filming resumed.

Jungwoo stood next to the PD and watched the shoot right in front of him.

While the slate-headed FD aligned the camera angle with the editing point, PD turned to Jungwoo.

“I was so surprised. I can't believe Yun Yi Seol was sneaking around such a meaningful activity. Hello, I'm Choi Chang-gyu PD. ”

“Only Woo.”

He formally shook hands with Choi PD, and it turned out to be a manager's impersonation. I saw Jungwoo with a glance that the Hwang writer who conducted the interview earlier was curious.

“Is Yoon Iseol from the manager's neighborhood volunteering here? ”

“It's like that. Haha.”

Half the jokes came true.

“By the way, what Lim Wu said earlier. We've got it on camera. ”

“Is the chief on the air? ”

“It's cute, and the story fits the neighborhood. ”

Jungwoo saw Hong Ji-suk during a conversation with the Hwang writer. Looking at Mother with the face of 'What are you doing?', I sent her a gesture meaning, ‘I don't know, do as Ms. Lee says.'

Good boy.

Slate moves and the FD drops. The inhabitant, who was breathing deeply, continued to comment.

“· · · Here. The culinary competition assessment. We're going to take five of you and we're going to do a very subjective review. ”

After saying this, Hyunmin bowed politely and greeted the elders.

“I'm choosing an assistant chef this time. For the sake of equality, I'm going to take a local resident and put him in charge of cooking. In fact, I'm the assistant, and this is the main guy. ”

At this point, Jungwoo's gaze turned toward Mother, thinking that the rules would not be very unfair.

You're not gonna win, are you? The elders of my neighborhood are huge fans of my mom's cooking. ’

Yoon Lee Seol whispered something to Hong Ji-sook, and Hong Ji-sook nodded, but there was no other reaction. They seem to already know.

Did you two really get along? ’

I turned my head to Captain Kim, who was watching from the other side of the living room.

“Captain, who was the most incompetent cook in town? ”

“It's right in front of me. ”

“Can you please take a picture of me? ”

“Jungwoo. You, you. ”

Captain Kim summoned Jungwoo, who was standing among the staff, and turned his head.

“Yes?”

Immediately after answering, the two cameras illuminated Jungwoo's face. At the same time, everyone's gaze was focused because of the hot flashes of light.

‘Phew. Chief. ’

Hyung smiled and gestured to Jungwoo.

“Come. No pressure. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Come cook with me. ”

I saw Yoon Iseol Jung standing next to the people dancing.

‘What the hell is this? ’

Her sudden gaze of sudden laughter crosses his complex gaze of chaos and chaos.

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