Chemistry

At the start of the match, the main camera focused on Jungwoo and the villagers.

“Most guests who visit my restaurant come to eat this. ”

Explaining it to VJ, what Hyungnim pulled out was a cow's compassion.

Steak.

An aphorism that I think should only be eaten on special occasions. Depending on the way the meat was baked, depending on the temperature of the ingredients, this dish of going back and forth between heaven and hell was also a measure of the level of the kitchen where it was cooked.

Hyunmin looked at Jungwoo.

“I can cook a steak I'm not ashamed of. ”

“I do. I totally do. ”

I saw a hot grill and a piece of meat, but I didn't bake it yet, but I swallowed it first.

“Leaving without a source is the default. You can add a source here. What do you do? You can bake two or three at a time. ”

“Then · · · · · · · · ·. So here's the plan. ”

Jungwoo looked at the faces of the five elderly people who were newly elected to the evaluation table.

“You don't have to satisfy all five people with cooking. Only three people in the majority, just baking a custom steak just for them. ”

“They must have different tastes. What are the criteria? ”

“What did you eat at the banquet? How much did you take? Like that. ”

“You see that now? ”

I got close to the VJ camera with the locals' questions. Jungwoo smiled lightly and replied without misunderstanding.

“I've been around a lot. I was right. ”

I was going to look at the remnants of the food molecules buried in the mouths of the elderly, but it seemed to give me good reason.

“I got the temperature right. How do I bake the first one? ”

Like a trainee culinary student, Jungwoo's attitude toward waiting for Jungwoo's instruction was the first time that the staff had seen this program for a long time. That's why the PD fixed one of the main cameras to the right.

Jung looked closely at the lips of the elderly man sitting in the first seat, said.

“Steamed eggs and head failure. A little bit of grass. Mostly a lot of soft stuff. It's not squeezed.”

“Smooth roasting. Would he like Rare's blood? ”

“The sauce you mentioned. That covers it.”

“Mushroom sauce is the smoothest. Charlotte, sliced mushrooms, white wine, butter. Season with salt and pepper. ”

Jungwoo asked while drawing a molecular map of flavor in his head.

“It was the first time you ever picked up an egg in noodles. If you chew the first taste with the moisture of the egg, you should go in the order that the ingredients are naturally fresh. ”

Hyungnim's eyes widened.

“Is that possible? ”

“Taste is also a chemical reaction. The amount of time the dish touches the tongue, the amount of time the chewing takes place, and the final amount of time the flavor is stable. ”

He smiled and said that he couldn't understand more.

“Please understand that I will approach you as a chemist, not a chef. And can you get me the ingredients for the mushroom sauce? ”

“Oh, that. ”

Soon, a piece of beef was placed on the grill by Hyunmin.

Jungwoo quickly sets the sauce material on the countertop and looks at the beef.

“You're pre-mature, right? Marie · · · Did you do that? ”

“There are definitely skilled chefs, Jungwoo. ”

We only confirmed that the protein in the meat was degraded by enzymatic action, but the smile was self-constructed. Different reasons, but I feel good whenever I hear a compliment.

“Chef, I'll start working on the sauce. ”

“Put butter and charlotte on the pan first. ”

The area around the counter was filled with the heat of cooking emanating from the grill and sauce pan.

As the butter melted, Jung turned his gaze to the grill.

‘Ugh, that steak looks delicious. ’

The structure of the meat surface began to change into melting adipose tissue. The steak soon entered a state commonly called Rare.

At this moment, Jungwoo saw the smell of blood molecules touching the flesh fat and interacting with the sulfur compounds.

“I'm starting to smell the meat. I think the elderly would prefer it if sugar lipids were mixed. ”

“What the hell. ”

“I'm going to sprinkle something. ”

Jungwoo spread the dough onto a plate using a combination of special spices as a base. And I reached over it.

"I need oil that smells like head failure. ’

You pull the dust particles together and push the useless scent into the corner as far as you can. I sprinkled the rest on the steak with my bare hands.

A little spark ignited the area to be drawn by the dust and disappeared.

‘Ahem.’

For Jungwoo, who was watching the chemical world at the same time, the spark gave her a glimpse of the molecular explosion.

The villager grabs Jungwoo's twitching arm.

“Are you all right?”

“I'm so obsessed with molecular cooking. Sauce. What's next? ”

“I have to add mushrooms, sautéed wine, and I'll do it. Beginners can be tricky. ”

“Well, I'm working on the powder. ”

By the time the mushrooms were dropped by the wise man's hands and nearly drained by the strong fire, the wine was poured into the pan.

Jungwoo sprinkled more flour on the steak several times.

complementing each other's cooking. Seeing the kitchen of a similarly busy restaurant, the VJ filming the cooking scene also showed a disturbing camera movement.

“It's ripe. ”

Hyunmin grabs the steak with his claws and puts it on a plate. The eyes of the villager who smelled the fragrance for a while grew.

“Jungwoo. What kind of powder did you sprinkle? The aroma is very unique. ”

“Is it a seasoning that replaces your taste on a molecular level? ”

The sauce was then completed. Jungwoo looked closely at its chemical world.

‘I think I'm hiding blood, but I'm missing something. ’

At that moment, the team's cooking counterpart gives off a spicy smell of volcanic and stir-fried meat. He unknowingly swallowed the flavor of fire that brought the marketplace to life. The appeal of this fine steak was a powerful appetite that was momentarily forgotten.

- Aah, Mother! Get in the car!

- Don't panic. Search the place.

It was ironic that the one who was cooking was Yoon Lee Seul.

Jungwoo saw a pot of vegetables that began to mix in a strong fire, and found particles filled with salt energy mixed with edible oil and sugar.

‘This one.'

Add a hint of fresh soybean oil to cover up the nutty buttery flavor that's out of your taste buds. It was a good point to try.

Hyung was embarrassed when he saw Jungwoo picking up edible oil.

“You're gonna pour it in the sauce? ”

“Just a little bit.”

“I already have a layer of butter oil, so I don't mix it. I'd rather pour new wine into a cooking oil base. ”

“We don't have time for this. I'll finish this up, so get ready for the next one. ”

A chemical analysis came to mind that the ingredients contained in egg yolks would be properly mixed and one egg was taken out.

“Mayonnaise?”

I tilted my head to answer the question of the people. Hyunmin points at the egg.

“Make mayonnaise out of yellow. If you don't mix the edible oil very slowly and pour it in, you don't get the mayonnaise right. ”

“Aha. I don't mean to taste mayonnaise, but it's better that way. Thank you."

When Jung received an unexpected tip because he had very little concern about how to cook, Jung made a sauce using it.

“How do eggs not know this? ”

“You know the surfactant that mixes oil and water? The lecithin in the yellow here is one of those emulsifiers. Chemical reasoning."

Hyundai, who was watching the sauce mixed with ridiculous combinations, swallowed a groan and took out a second meat.

“How do you like your next elder? ”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. You've consumed so much sodium ion. ”

“I need to look at the bottom more. ”

Cooking and chemistry. In the constant commotion between the two sectors, the theory of taste intersects and the process of working together is repeated.

So, the second and third steak were also completed and placed on the plate.

Two plates were placed on the table.

Red glossy spicy mushroom stir-fried meat.

A steak that emits an infinitely deep fragrance with different sauces.

Just before the assessment, the necklace of VJs, who were shooting only food separately, continued to rumble. It was a visual that made me want to eat enough to disguise myself.

Starting in 30 seconds. Madam Hong, please stand next to me. ”

The sound of the PD sitting under the camera stood next to the table with a stiff face. I saw Yoon Yi Seol's people walking with support.

“Chef Hyunmin. ”

After feeding her during the shoot, she called her face to the grave, and the resident turned slightly nervous.

“Yes, ma'am. ”

“I really don't cook Jungwoo. You're great with him. ”

“No, I had a lot of help, Mr. Lim Woo. ”

“Humble.”

“Not humility, really · · ·”

“He asked me to boil it because he couldn't hit a cup of water. Annoying.But I'm good at dishes. ”

Hong Ji-suk dismissed as if he had heard nothing more.

“By the way, what kind of a pro is this? ”

“No, it's a great treat. ”

“I'll see you later. ”

and looking away. Yoon Lee Seol who heard this conversation went back to the countertop, holding back his smile.

Jungwoo asked because Yoon Lee Seol who was returning was full of laughter.

“What's the matter? ”

“My mother compliments Jungwoo. ”

“Well, that's not going to happen. ”

“I did. Hehe.”

In Jungwoo's suspicious eyes, Yoon Lee turned his eyes to the table where the dishes were placed.

“That's right, whether you win this match or lose it, I'll give the prize to Jungwoo's mother who participated. ”

“Goods?”

“A one-year pass to Chef Hyunmin's restaurant. ”

“Wow, Mother Susie was right. ”

“But they want me to keep it. You want to come with me later? ”

Jungwoo was surprised to see Yoon Iseol.

“Together?"

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·. Me and Jungwoo · · ·"

Yoon Iseol thought for a moment.

“· · · Also Suh Chan is good. A lot of people.”

“Chef's gonna be a pain in the ass. ”

“Let's eat and roll in a day for a year. ”

While the locals were slicing the steak nicely with knives, the tasting began. At first, the elderly people who only cared about stir-fried meat tasted the steak and said that it was not bad.

I saw Jung Woo standing far away. Jungwoo nodded his head to say not to worry.

Five minutes went by, followed by the choice of the elderly 'flag. However, the PD went out because only two of them had the flag in their hands, and the other three continued to eat the steak.

- Sir, you have a choice to make.

- Wait, you can't leave this here.

- Did the chef bake this? It's good because it's salty.

It tastes like tofu and fudge.

Before the flag rose, Yoon Seul's attention was focused on three people in a predetermined atmosphere.

“I heard you're full. You eat a lot. I want steak too. ”

“I put in some effort. The marchand bean sauce is difficult to get the syrup right. ”

“Oh, my.”

“Why?”

“I feel like a real chef right now. ”

The result was as Jungwoo predicted, triumphing over Hyundai.

Hyunmin bows politely to Hong Ji-sook.

- Well done, ma'am.

- And the chef.

Hong Ji-sook glanced around with a light greeting. Then I met Yoon Yi Seol's eyes. Jungwoo shrugged his head and waved his hands to put his head away.

Foot, smiling Yoon Iseol said.

“My mother must be looking for me. ”

“I'm just looking for my son, Lee Seol, for the first time today. ”

“I was my own chef on my mother's team. The point is to mix the meat quickly in a strong fire. ”

Yoon Yi Seol shrugged.

“Don't I look like a really good cook? ”

“Let's agree it's your first time learning to cook. ”

“Chi.”

Choi PD opened his mouth to the living room.

- Since the local chef has won, I will choose one of you to proceed with the drawing of the Kimchi Fridge. Writer Hwang, bring me a selection. · · · What? You chose only one?

Everyone knew that the meat was going to win.

The best PD announced immediately because it was only a draw or Mana.

- Granny? Where are you? Congratulations!

When the grandmother who was sitting in the back of the living room got up, people clapped.

Yoon Yi Seol raised her head as she couldn't see well because of the staff.

“Huh? That's Tofu's grandmother, isn't it? ”

“Yes, I think you voted for me. Again, love rather than taste. The chef struggled with it. ”

“Wow, that's one hell of a bag. ”

Soon the grandmother waved her hands without coming out to the camera.

- Hey, I don't need it. I don't want that in my kitchen. Just leave it here.

When the situation was sorted out by donating to ‘Senior Citizenship Recognition,' Yoon Iseol was amazed and looked at Jungwoo.

“Good, because of Jungwoo. ”

“No way.”

“Is this chemical magic, too? ”

“Guess what's so forceful. It's just that my grandmother's house is small. ”

“Hehe.”

- Cut! Well done!

Hyunmin's filming ended, and he glared at the plate containing steak. I was curious about what it tasted like while cooking.

When he looked around, he took a fork and put it in his mouth that he didn't know what it was for.

‘ · · · · · ·! ’

The piece in my mouth delivered a fragrance that was completely different from the original taste.

“This is · · · · · · · · ·. ”

What should I call this flavor?

The gluttony in the simple crumbs, the emotion in the collected anchovies, “Do you want some more? You eat well.” The longing for my mother, who kept sending me messages, disappeared through my esophagus.

This was a completely different structure than a technically sophisticated dish.

A steak that's become soul food.

The impression that a dish made for only one person gave to a cook of a level who could sympathize with it, gave an untold shock to Hyundai.

The taste of calling out missed memories.

I remembered the inspiration. After three hours of hard cooking, I wanted to cook again.

Hyungnim turns his head to find the friendship who brought all this. I didn't see it on the countertops, in the living room, or in the kitchen.

“Where did he go? Contacts. Let's start with contacts. ”

* * *

Under the night sky where the moon was visible, Yoon Yiseong took off his mask and hood and took a big breath of air.

“Whew!”

Standing on the rooftop ledge, I looked down and I remembered something for a day. I couldn't have done it if I didn't think it was dangerous outside of the blanket.

It was the same the day I saw the movie. With just a little courage, you can feel so good.

“Ugh. You can't use it, now. ”

The smell of food flowing from the mask and hood in my hand made me lose my mind.

I took a breath of fresh air and checked the text from the manager.

[Lee Seol! You haven't heard from me since it was so fun, right? What time do you want to go? We're on our way there now.]

Olove's staff cleared out by 9: 00. Most of the elderly returned after finishing their meals, and now the living room was left with only those who drank late.

“Seul Lee, we're coming! ”

Applause and new standards waved from the entrance of the courtyard to the roof.

“Goodbye. ”

Yoon Lee Seol also flashed his hands and said goodbye. Two people disappear, and she turns around. Jungwoo came into view, having a serious conversation with the locals.

“Let's do that. Combinations are tricky, so I will pay tuition fees as much as I will be trained. ”

“I'll see you soon. ”

“Goodbye, then. The manager's been waiting for you. ”

“Goodbye, Chef. ”

Jungwoo turns his back as he goes down the stairs. Yoon Lee Seol asked towards the coming Jungwoo.

“Are you and that chef getting along so well? That's 30 minutes. ”

“Suddenly, ”

Jungwoo smiled bitterly. Thinking about it, the chemists and culinary experts tried everything they could to bring down my innocent mother.

“Chi, I envy you. ”

Yoon Lee Seol muttered as if passing by. Jung smiled at Jung because he was jealous of everything.

“If you were on the chef's team, you'd be much closer. I'm nicer than you look. ”

“I'm not jealous of Jungwoo!”

Jungwoo didn't understand these words, so he looked at Yoon Lee Seul.

Yoon Yi Seol said, small, and turned his eyes back to the yard. Jungwoo quietly approached the side and asked.

“There's only one checklist, right? I've been helping my mother since lunch. I shouldn't be sorry.”

“Yes, I do. ”

Yoon Lee Seol blinked an eye with an expectation towards Jungwoo.

“We can do one more here. ”

“What · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

You feel a palpitation in her eyes that glitters.

“Listening to someone's meaningful memories. ”

“Is that what I am? ”

“What do you think? Do something. ”

Yoon Lee Seol sat on a chair set as a resting place outside of the rooftop railing.

“Come on.”

“Hmm · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“You said you were sorry?”

Jungwoo scratches his head and turns his head as if it were embarrassing. Then I looked down at the street corner of the house where the streetlight was visible. There were a lot of memories.

Everyday passes. And the one who wrinkled it in the year of the king.

“· · · My father. Here's what you used to say. Everyone is just as great and humble. ”

“Oh, the heart of meaning. ”

“And then you said to me," Hey, do you have $30? I'm so sad because I don't have any money right now. ’· · · You robbed me of my allowance. ”

Yoon Yi Seol giggled.

“By the way, I haven't seen Jungwoo's father. ”

“You're divorced. I haven't seen you in a while. ”

“Oh, my.”

“It's not that serious. I've only seen what a humble face you are, and I'm just looking forward to seeing when you will be great. He was like the wind. ”

It was a shame that Jungwoo's face was talking about his memories with his father.

Yoon Lee Seol could not take his eyes off Jungwoo's face.

He looks through the laundry lines on the roof. I felt like a sad picture in a frame, blending with the moonlight.

The world seemed to pause for a moment, and I slowly looked at him in the frame.

Is it because I'm emotional? The humming started unconsciously.

The mysterious song in the luscious tone was engulfed in the memories of Jungwoo, and the Nazik resounded on the rooftop.

Yoon Yi Seol sang a nostril but could not believe it. It was because the benefactor of the song that had been stuck until yesterday was released like a lie.

Jungwoo asked me to listen to her song.

“I've never heard of this melody. ”

“You haven't heard all my songs. ”

“I heard it all. ”

I felt confident in this answer, so Yoon Yi Seol smiled and looked at Jung Woo.

Jiaying.

Seeing his cell phone ringing, he seemed to be making an unbearable call.

It was time to go.

Yoon Il-sul, who stood up with her regrets behind her, told Jungwoo.

“I know her. Relationships have to be interactive. ”

“What relationship? ”

“Fan. Manager. Checklist friend. Cooking rival. What do you like about Jungwoo? ”

“That's · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“For the record, I'm all good. ”

Yoon Lee Seol once again showed courage.

“Jungwoo, give me one example of this. What am I related to Jungwoo? ”

I could not help but answer the many questions that I had to think about in a serious way.

“Right. What was the relationship with the Silver Thread? ”

“Yes?”

Jungwoo was even more embarrassed.

“When did you hear that? Anyway, it's not a relationship. ”

“Like us?”

“What. I was very young. It was a time when I didn't even know what the word like was. ”

“· · · Likes? ”

Jungwoo realized that Jung had made a promise. If I wanted to pick it up, I could pick it up now. However, seeing Yoon Yi Seol's cheeks all red, I didn't want to.

“For me, Yoon Lee Seol · ·”

Yoon Yi Seol swallowed the saliva.

“· · · I don't think I'll ever meet an celebrity. Nevertheless, I think he's very fond of it. I want to find out more about you as a man. ”

This was an unexpected turn of events for Yoon Yi Seol.

“This relationship. Are you okay?"

Yoon Yi Seol was speechless. Panic. Vibration. All kinds of excitement swept through my heart. Then began hiccups with the seizure breath.

“Tsk, seriously now. Aww, in this situation -- shh. ”

“I like that sometimes you're not even thinking about it. ”

“I'm joking. Don't!”

Yoon Lee Seol made an impression while keeping his mouth shut, and found a van familiar to the yard and barely said.

“I'm going." Suck. - This one. Next time. ”

“Okay, good night. ”

Yoon Iseol, who was too shy to do anything, jumped down the Hidden Staircase. She gets in the van and disappears from Jungwoo's sight in an instant.

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code: Molecular formula

case: handcrafted MSG combined at micro level

research: Powder rich in '1 micro' sweetener than popular on the market. Which restaurant will be featured as the signature seasoning.

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