Chemistry

Jungwoo was curious and tasted the Mother's large structural forest sauce left on the dining table with his chopsticks.

"Huh?"

A salty taste that strikes the brain vigorously. There, the smell of the seasoning that I smelled every day in the kitchen of my house came out.

It was my mother's usual taste, no more or less.

Jungwoo's gaze turned to the identity of the taste of his hand that lay on Mother's counter.

Two bags of beef and anchovies again.

That's what captivates the taste buddies. Jungwoo only realized that. It wasn't a perfect cooking match to win. That's all I have to do to suit those seniors' tastes.

I could see the anxious expression of Hyun-hyun on the counter.

“Chef.”

“I'm sorry, Jungwoo. The cooking was perfect, it wasn't Mr. Jungwoo's fault. ”

“It · · · · seasoning. Why don't you mix this up? ”

When Jungwoo shook a bag of powder filled with MSG, Hyung smiled helplessly.

“I'm a chef who never uses it. ”

“Why are you saying this? The elders of our neighborhood. Taste is not luxurious. ”

“You can't do that. ”

It was Jungwoo who wanted to help even more because the standards were firm.

Jungwoo looked at the side of Mother who started 'Stir-Fried Squid’ and turned to Hyunmin.

“It's over if you lose this time. That dish tastes like an old man, too. ”

Dark-faced locals.

“There's one food you can win without fail. Do you want to do that? ”

“Is there such a thing? ”

He covers his mouth with his beautifully smiling hands and speaks in a low voice. The eyes of the people I was listening to grew wide.

“Still, that's... ”

“Take a deep breath and think, three-to-zero. Is this okay on the air? It's a little short, isn't it? ”

“Whew. Okay. But are you sure? ”

“Trust me. You can't lose. ”

Third assessment time.

Because it might be the last, all the attention of the people in front of the banquet was drawn to the five elders of the table.

When the squid and vegetables were mixed with the green peppers and the sautéed dishes were set on the table, I heard 'It's over’.

And...

Hyunmin raised a plate without lifting his face.

“Sa, Pork belly? ”

The rice cooker Herc stood up and reached out his hand.

“It smells like a butcher shop on the intersection! I want to be judged! ”

Enchanting Pig Oil. The natural juice flowing through my flesh, drawing my cloth (), was truly a visual calling Soju.

Immediately after the evaluation started, the elderly people emptied the plate of pork belly with their chopsticks. Even then, the stir-fried squid didn't disappear for a few days.

- Chef, do you have any more of these?

- Oh, just baking it.

- Good job. You're a good cook.

- Go, thank you.

All five flags were ‘strings’.

The victorious villager returns to her cooking, exhausted. Jungwoo placed his hands on his shoulders and comforted him with the look of knowing everything.

“Aren't the elderly in the neighborhood? ”

“Phew · · · · · · · ·. ”

Jungwoo sighed and suddenly remembered the villager who couldn't even think about the next dish.

“Chef.”

“Yes?”

“If only natural ingredients. Would you use it if I replicated the flavor again? ”

“Are you worried about soup and seafood? That's how it works in restaurants. But there is a fundamental difference from MSG. · · · · For older tastes by adding more fermentation or improving texture even if time is over. ”

“No.”

Jung shakes his head.

“If it tastes like MSG. You can even feel the stimulating taste. ”

“Is that possible? ”

“Wait a minute.”

A chemical symbol appeared on dozens of materials scattered all over the counter and broadcast stage. Jungwoo consolidated it to match the new product of KG foods, which had adjusted the combination formula at previous weekly meetings.

Food additive galaxies gather around a black hole of nucleotides.

“This is going to blow over. I didn't tell you before, I work for a chemical company. Not me again, but I was involved in researching similar MSGs. ”

I was surprised by the face of the villager.

“Aren't you Yoon Yi Seol's manager? ”

“In other words, a double role? What would you do?”

Hyunmin looked at Saesam Jungwoo.

The young man who was anxious about not being able to cook was nowhere, and a confident looking young man stood in front of him in a strange atmosphere.

On the other side of the counter, it caught my attention that Hong Ji-sook prepared noodles.

“New English-style clam chowder soup. I'm going to make this based on the seasoning made by Jungwoo. ”

“So it's not New England, it's age-old style soup. ”

Their gaze crossed.

“I'll also set the seasoning ratio. I have to fix it with my gut. ”

“I'll take care of it.”

VJ, who was filming, suddenly looked at the two of them who began to move in a peculiar way and glanced at Choi PD. The two courses were so different that they needed to be taken separately.

If a native uses the finest chef skills to trim vegetables and shells through tools, Jungwoo looks at the grains of powder one by one and mixes the seasoning delicately.

‘Cooking. Chemistry. Cooking · · · · · · · · · · ·. ’

Jungwoo, who was having second thoughts, first established four molecular structures that would make up the sweetness of the soup.

The first is water quality. Water molecules comprising more than 80% of food are solvents that will bring all dishes together.

Even mineral components such as finely mixed calcium and magnesium have been added with MSG.

The second is lipids. Greasy flavour adds a slippery tip to the taste.

Raw cream stayed in Jungwoo's gaze, searching for carbon atoms to add triglycerides like hyena.

‘Yeah, what does it matter what it looks like? You come too.’

Third time's the charm. It was full of white foods such as sugar, flour and rice, which were ubiquitous and easy to find.

A small molecule such as monosaccharides and disaccharides was drawn together to mix the grains.

The last one was a protein that would be responsible for physical taste. Polymers to help improve texture. That's why plump noodles felt so much better than unwinded noodles.

“Jungwoo. It's working, isn't it? ”

“Don't worry. ”

When he saw the bowls that seemed not to be mixed by the cook's common sense, he just closed his eyes and turned away.

Jungwoo continued the combination, whistling.

‘The taste of sweetness that the elderly will like. Don't miss this. ’

A good taste for an aged person would be a habit of living with experience and memories. That's why Mother's cooking was illuminated, and I had to mimic the taste of this soup as well.

You're a noodle man, aren't you? A sharp flavor. Seafood broth. I have to find the ones who will fight this tasting molecule and win. ’

My hands are busy moving.

The guanylic acid of the family of nucleic acids contained in the shiitake mushrooms blended with the skipjack, making up a galaxy shaped like a nucleotide black hole.

10 minutes to combine natural additives.

“Whew.”

Jungwoo takes his hands off the bowl and rubs his eyes and retreats.

“Great molecular cuisine. ”

“Yes?”

“That's it, homemade MSG. ”

I told you, the word was strange.

“Anyway, here's the special seasoning. ”

Hyunmin took Jungwoo's bowl and swallowed his groaning. Even after cooking, it was a dark brown lump. It's okay to call it a meju.

Once he smelled it, Hyungnim flinched his head in surprise at something that was touching his nose.

“The aroma will be strong. Consider it diluted in water. ”

“Are you putting all this in? ”

“Just give me half of it. ”

Onions, potatoes, and shellfish pour into the boiling pot. Hyunmin put spilled water, a homemade MSG, in a pan halfway with a ladle.

A fourth dish was on the table.

Cloudy handmade noodles and clear brown clam soup.

The elderly were naturally familiar with knife noodles.

Jungwoo swallowed a saliva. I also watched Yoon Yi Seol.

“Will it end this time? ”

I don't know what to make of her question.

After tasting the noodle soup, one of the grandmother's spoons opened the shell soup. Put it in your mouth. ’When the grandmother ate another spoon with her face, she saw the villager standing next to her and asked.

- What did he say?

- Clam chowder soup.

- Clams are cold? It's warm.

- No, the car. Ooh. More. I mean, snack soup.

- It really tastes like it. Jobs.

Then the grandfather next door who saw the grandmother eating constantly opened a spoonful of soup. After that, the rest of the elderly taste soup too. "Huh? ’I had a look on my face.

- It tastes like...

- I can't wait. That's amazing.

Then one of the elders, who had tasted the noodles again, frowned slightly.

- Why does this feel like this?

Shellfish soup ran out at shovel time.

Yoon Lee Seol looked at Jungwoo with a ‘what’ expression on the reaction of the elderly people who did not even know.

“What's that taste like? ”

“Molecular enhanced sweetener. ”

“Yes?”

In response to Jungwoo's magical answer, Yoon Iseol's ears were deaf.

When the PD signals, the flag rises.

Four prefectures, one red.

- You heard wrong. This is mine, too. I can't stop eating, Clam Country. Anything else?

Five prefectures.

The villager who confirmed the results raised his hand.

“I lost.”

Yoon Lee Seol looked back at Jungwoo.

“Just now, I saw that the VJ person took the picture alone. Did you do something? So you get the focus shot. ”

“I did it with the current 49770; You're not cooking alone. ”

Jungwoo with his arms crossed slightly grimaced, and Yoon Yi Seol smiled bloody. Jungwoo saw her.

“I just said, wasn't that a little chef? You don't cook alone · · · Huh? No?”

“Proud of it. A little bit. ”

As Yoon Yi Seol reluctantly praised, Jungwoo's shoulders went up even more. Yoon Lee Seol told Jungwoo that he saw Hong Ji-suk coming back.

“Two lousy cooks came to my assistant and did quite a job. Amazing. It's two-on-two now, so let's fight to the end. ”

“Lee Seol, don't get hurt. Your hands were burning with broth. ”

Yoon Iseol paused and asked.

“Did you see that? ”

“I'm a manager first. ”

“Trustworthy, really. ”

Soon after looking into Jigsy Jungwoo's eyes, Yoon Lee Seol smiled and returned to her team's cooking.

A villager running for a month at the evaluation table places his hand on Jungwoo's shoulder.

“Jungwoo. Can you tell me how to make this marinade? No, I'll buy it. I was really shocked by the taste. It's stimulating and clear. It tastes like home, yet refined. I'd love to use it as a signature spice at our restaurant. ”

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·. We'll talk about it after. We have to prepare our last meal. ”

To smiling Jungwoo, the villager nodded.

“Let's do that.”

While the staff clears the table and prepares for the final match, the Hwang writer rushes in front of the villagers.

“49770;, the shooting is going really well. Exciting. That's why Choi PD wants to put up a prize for the seniors in the final match. I want spring specials. ”

“Which one? ”

“Kimchi refrigerator.”

“That's tough.”

“Vote for which of the two will win, and then only those who get it. I hope that's okay.”

Hyunmin nodded, and the Hwang writer went to Hong Ji-sook to tell him the same story and disappeared.

‘Kimchi refrigerator will make everyone in the neighborhood like it. Since we're in a row, we'll bet a lot on our side too, right? What do you want to do this time? ’

Jungwoo watches the opposing team's countertops and looks at the ingredients her mother uploaded. I could see exactly what I was preparing.

“Stir-fried beef?”

Jungwoo ran straight to Hong Ji-suk.

“Mom, that's treason. Restaurant menu.”

“Now that you're all full, you won't be able to eat much, so I'll just do a little bit. ”

When he heard the word "stir-fried meat," he and the other three guys said, "We want a plate too!” I shouted loudly.

“Look, you guys are reacting. Are you going to do this? ”

“You're such a hothead. What do you say?”

“I'm not mad at you. ”

I returned to the villager with a shivering face that settled on the tomb's greeting. 2: 2, but stir-fried meat.

Hyunmin asked Jungwoo.

“What's the matter? How about stir-fried meat?”

“It's for sale in a restaurant, because you don't do well on days like this. The neighborhood's oldest favorite. More than three bellies.”

The elderly across the living room suddenly rushed forward. Faces that crave something even though they have already eaten enough of the banquet food. The villagers were astonished.

“Is it that good? ”

“Even though Mother's food is like home-cooked food, that one is acceptable. After selling stir-fried meat to get out of that university and living in my house for 15 years. ”

In this answer, Hyundai felt a deep anxiety. Running the same restaurant for 15 years in times of difficulty is because there is a killing menu.

“Ha · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

In situations where the judges' variables are more severe than any culinary contest that Hyunmin has participated in, there are advantages of the overwhelming groove. How hard it must be to spend two hours in a cooking match with a housewife.

Hyung looked at Jungwoo, who sighed deeply.

“What choice do you have? ”

“I don't know, the taste of the neighborhood is so old school. I don't feel good about this. Pork skewers, fish kebabs, I was delicious. New.”

Jung, who was scraping his chin, looked straight at him.

“Hey, Chef. ”

“Yes?”

“The best dishes you can cook · ·”

“Yes.”

“If you don't mind, can I just modify it to suit your taste? ”

I've been working on the finest cuisine made by a brilliant chef for 20 years. When the disciples at the restaurant saw Jungwoo making a shocking offer, they were more excited than absurd.

Somehow, if I climbed into that young man's hands, I would get food that I had never tasted before, like that "ageing style soup."

Huang explained the prize draw for the final match towards the living room.

- I'm Mrs. Hong!

- Stir-fried beef is the best.

The eyes of the senior citizen who heard the conversation were lively. I was greedy as a chef.

That taste will be captivating and dry.

“Let's go. Let's do it. ”

The last dish. This time, the role has changed. Jungwoo is the main cook and Hyunmin is the assistant chef.

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