Poten

Minho thought about who was using the big pot and looked at the four people who were cooking.

Based on the common countertops located in the large stove, Ahn Yi-hyun was preparing pizzas, seismic lakes, noodles, and stir-fried dishes. I didn't think it would be used for those dishes since it was a pot the size of one seen in a Chinese house.

Minho's gaze naturally turned towards the remaining one Park Jin-seok.

Minho saw Park Jin-seok trimming a carrot with his weightless forearms, saying, "Oh!” I was impressed. Calnology was not unusual.

Minho's footsteps, as if hypnotized, led to Park Jin-seok's cooking.

“Lulu ~”

Park Jin-seok smiled while making a nice petal leaf out of sliced carrots. Before the start of the store, several main cameras only illuminated themselves, even though they were freely filming cooking.

“Wow, Jin-seok. You're butchering Tangsoo, right? It looks delicious, huh!”

I stood close to the counter when he approached. Again, Park Jin-seok's inner shoulders energized by Min-ho's compliment, and lifted his chin slightly.

“Min-ho, do you want to do this? It tastes good on a real swordsman. ”

“Ah, it was because I liked the ingredients of Mr Hwang's house. ”

Minho pointed to the iron pot on the stove.

“Is that Jin-seok's? ”

Park Jin-seok nodded.

“I borrowed it from the master in particular. ”

“Master?”

Park Jin-seok shakes his hands like a nuisance in Min-ho's eyes. The new Chinese chef is the head of the royal family after taking a punch in the Youth Journal, which was featured with a Korean chef's certificate. I've been learning from him lately because he has an appetite for Chinese craftsmanship.

“It wasn't for Jin-seok. ”

Minho suddenly came across an iron pot with his dazzling eyes. ’I turned my head to the noise.

“Yuck.”

Smoke rose from the countertops of the Western Galaxy. She quickly closes the lid of the frying pan when everyone's eyes are focused. During that time, Min-ho was surprised.

“Hehe.”

With a smile, she looks like nothing. Park Jin-seok pulled out his tongue and said.

“That's because you put the frozen stuff in the oil. ”

“Is that so?"

“He's hurting his hand. ”

Then Minho quickly approached the three galaxies, thinking it was a big deal. It seemed to have happened in the process of melting a lump of rice that was poorly frozen.

“Milky Way. You okay? ”

“Sure, just a minute. I'll make you a nice fried zucchini. ”

On the back of the palm of the galaxy, cleaning up the ingredients for the kitchen table that had been muddled, there were traces of oil splattered and turned red. The skin was so white that it was plumped even more under the light.

“Can I help you? ”

“No, that's not how you treat them. ”

I was passionate about refining the ingredients to make sure that the place where Seogyun was staying didn't hurt.

Minho looked over the countertops.

Along one side was a shredded vegetable, a fresh waterfall, and a chunk of 10,000 sauce while making it in the middle.

“Go and relax, Minho. ”

After saying this, I started looking at the memo with the cooking order. As it turned out, all the ingredients on the counter were weighed exactly as much as the amount.

Minho smiled gladly as he felt the care of the Western Galaxy, although he was a bad cook.

“Oh…”

When I opened the lid of fried rice, the galaxy sighed. Minho felt a slight burning smell and his gaze stayed on her hands again.

‘If we don't leave it alone, we won't be able to make it today. ’

What was cooking in that frying pan looked like fried rice next to fried rice. If you don't care about side dishes and get stir-fried, that's also a waste.

“Mr. Galaxy.”

“Yes?”

“Wait a minute. ”

Minho approached Park Jin-seok and asked.

“Do you mind if I use that iron pot for a moment? ”

“Do what?”

“I think galaxy fried rice should be cooked soon. ”

“Minho can handle the work? ”

Minho glanced at the iron pot that was seducing him, wrapped in a subtle light.

“A little.”

Park Jin-seok glanced at the Western Galaxy and said.

“You can use Tang Su meat sauce for 15 minutes since it's the last time. ”

“Really?"

“And Min-ho. The flavor needs to be comparable to match. Seo Eun Joo is anxious. Can't you just make it all? ”

“That doesn't fit the concept of this corner. ”

“Earthquake is done by his girlfriend over there. Taste is important. Taste.”

An earthquake lake called a girlfriend who was publicly in love with an acquaintance only pushed hard with a knife noodle dough. My girlfriend was in charge of cutting vegetables from soup to vegetables.

Minho shakes his head.

“Seo Galaxy should cook the main dish. ”

I'm more careful than I taste.I don't think I should touch the main dishes of the Seo Galaxy...

Minho coughed as the West Galaxy thought about sugar and salt. There was no salt anywhere in the cookbook that I just saw.

“No, I'm more careful than I taste. Anyway, thank you. ”

Minho came back to the Western Milky Way and said,

“I'll do the fried rice. Do you have any leftovers and vegetables? ”

“Minho? But this...”

“I often eat with my subordinates at the lodge, so it's quick. The Milky Way only focuses on main dishes. ”

Minho, who is looking at the time. Seo Eun nodded with an apology expression.

Now, where is it? ’

Minho stood in front of a round iron pot.

This large, thick pot, commonly seen in Chinese cottages, is called wok, a culinary masterpiece that Park Jin-seok, a certified chef, called Savoury.

I touched the work with great anticipation.

An image of a dish that passes quickly. Mostly Chinese food with fire.

“Oh.”

Among them was fried rice.

I raised the gas fire to its maximum power and pretended it was difficult to control with one hand, so I adjusted the temperature.

The cooking was done in full swing.

Put oil on the works. The rice, eggs and prepared vegetables were added sequentially. You sprinkle salt and mix it evenly, and the sparks rise in splendor.

Shrug, shrug.

Cheers!

The essence of Chinese food is the taste of fire. It is sensory control of this breath caused by work.

The owner of this workshop emphasized that frying rice like it was coated with a single grain of rice by burning oil with a strong firepower.

Cooked in a short time to give the ingredients their natural flavor and to give them a bold and twisted look. Minho repeated the task of stirring it up and down. It wasn't even a three-minute meal, but he put fried fried egg rice in a plate.

“Hmmm.”

The smell of savory flavor has stimulated my appetite.

Park Jin-seok's acquaintance, model Kim, admired the neatly polished and organized vegetables.

“Carrot flowers and cucumber dolls. You really are a chef, Chef. Don't be an actor. Just cook. ”

“I'm thinking of doing a side job later. ”

Junpyo Kim waves his hand over the boiling sauce in the pot.

“Smell! I just smelled it, and I can't stop coughing. ”

“Commendation. Are you a beater or a beater? ”

The problem of the majority of people eating Tangsoo meat in Chinese houses. Kim Jun Pyo scratched his chin and lifted two fingers.

“I'm done! ”

“Okay.”

A sudden fire broke out in the stove of the public countertop while everyone was working on their food.

“What's that? ”

Kim Hoon-pyo was surprised at the sight. Park Jin-seok, who was buried in starch, also turned his head. And my eyes widened as I watched Minho do what she did.

A series of processes that bounce and drop spark wrapped works rhythmically. The secret emphasized by the master, 'The Fire Heart is the only way to live' was to rise steadily from Minho's fingertips.

Different level.

If you touch the stir-fried shrimp with that fire, even though the seasoning is bad, you can still taste good.

“Your friend Seo Eun Sung is amazing. Did you come from China?”

Park Jin-seok glanced at the boiling oil cauldron on one side.

Can we win with Tang Su Meat? ’

“It's done. ”

Minho placed the plate next to the galaxy. Seogyeong opened her eyes to the strong scent of ‘specialty dishes’ coming from stir-fried food without any seasoning.

“Minho... ”

It was a visual that wanted to eat a spoonful. Seogyeong smiled admirably.

“Thank you.”

“Cook without hurting your hands. ”

“Yes, huhu. ”

Seo Eun-hwa started carving the waterfall before the day was up.

Minho was immersed in the taste of fire and walked back to the common cooking. If Ms. Yoon's frying pan at Uchili felt like she was enjoying a rich home-cooked meal, it was like discussing a higher degree of neutralization.

I sprayed the work with a ladle to wipe off the traces I used. The rice and vegetable pieces that remained with the sound of boiling water were washed away.

‘Too bad.’

Minho's gaze, wanting to cook something more, turned to Park Jin-seok, who was preparing to fry pork.

‘Ugh, you can't do that. ’

Park Jin-seok's skill, admired just now, turned into something to point out.

Minho put down his work and walked to Park Jin-seok.

“Jinsuk, you wrote well. ”

Park Jin-seok kicked his tongue to see the newly heated work that was cleaned up.

“You're not making any sense. If I was the main guest today, I'd be totally screwed. What, is it the bean curd? ”

Minho smiled beautifully.

“I work really well, so I feel like I can cook well. ”

“Of course. That's why I borrowed it from the master. ”

Minho carefully unleashed his luck on Park Jin-seok, who stirring his hands as if to go when the matter is over.

“I think you did well underneath that meat, but the fried clothes.... ”

“What?"

Minho thought about the image of the perfect piece of Tang Su meat that came to his mind when he was working and pointed to the dough.

“You didn't just use starch that sank in the water, did you? ”

Park Jin-seok stuttered on the recipe that she had learned from Min-ho's question and looked at it with a hesitant expression. If you want to give me crispy fried points, I have to pay attention to the starch.

Minho said with a good look.

“There's still a way to add crunchiness. ”

I couldn't help but ask Park Jin-seok. After handling fire so well, I asked myself because it was obvious that I would be proficient in Chinese food.

“What?”

“Fried three times instead of two. Chop, chop, chop! Striking and blowing moisture out of the air continuously. ”

Seeing Minho explain it hard with his hands, Park Jin-seok turned against him. It reminded me of a memory I heard from the master one day.

“You don't want to ruin mine because Seo Eun Kyi's cooking doesn't taste good? ”

“No, I'm just trying to figure out a way to make Tang Su Meat taste better. ”

Park Jin-seok shakes his head as if he wasn't Min Ho at all.

“And the vegetables in the sauce, can I stir-fry them? ”

“Minho?”

Park Jin-seok nodded his head to see if he really wanted to ruin it or not. I can trim vegetables. I have a history, and I can do it in no time.

“Good.”

“Thank you!”

Minho ran to work, carrying a bowl of vegetables with his face full of joy.

After a while, the sliced vegetables quickly roast in a fiery blaze. The flame is neither weak nor excessive, and then disappears and the vegetables taste like fire.

“You have to mix it now to taste good. ”

Minho turns his head to point to the sauce that was keeping the temperature in one pot. Park Jin-seok was impressed with his fire skills and nodded unknowingly.

Minho picked up the sauce that was in the pot and put it into the work, then he put the starch in and concentrated it to a thick consistency.

“Here.”

The fruits of see-through sour flavors, mixed with colorful vegetables and transparent sauce, appeared before Park Jin-seok's eyes.

“You, what the……. ”

It was clear that it was a source that could not be easily imitated with Park Jin-seok's skill.

“Jinsuk, fries. ”

Park Jin-seok was flawed and picked up the fry with a sieve. I slapped the fries and blew the moisture away.

“Here.”

Minho put out a towel next to me.

Park Jin-seok covered one bee fried meat with a kitchen towel to remove moisture and fry again. With the sound of boiling bubbles, you can feel the aroma of oil stimulating your appetite.

“Great, great! It's fried just right. ”

Park Jin-seok frowned and turned his head. Why isn't she standing next to you like a kitchen assistant?

“Why again? ”

“It's fried, it's fried with sauce. Do you mind if I do that? ”

“I don't do that. ”

“Yes? Why? ”

Park Jin-seok naturally heard that Tang Su-yeok cooked sauce and fries, not dipped rather than poured. However, it was because the sauce was damp when mixed with it.

“If it's this well fried, the sauce mix will keep the crunchiness. ”

At Minho's words, Park Jin-seok looked at the oil cauldron that was frying in triplicate. It was definitely fried well.

“Why are you helping me? ”

“Do I need a reason to eat something delicious? ”

Park Jin-seok sat at the table and looked at his friend, Kim, who was waiting for the dish to be completed. I was looking forward to the Federation's swallowing of honey duck, making sure it was drooling in my mouth.

Kang Min-ho, who was often bumped into, could not control his behavior as he was when he was young. You don't drive a tillage, but you throw a village feast with one bean curd, so long as you solve the quiz well and let the potato mining go free.

However, I also feel that greed is not intended to harm me.

“Era, I don't know. Minho, then fry your fritters so they don't die. Let's make Tangsoo Meat, which is amazing. ”

“Welcome to the Friend Store, where you can see the performers' food skills and the joy of their acquaintances tasting it! ”

“I have to know if it's joy or sadness!”

Corner begins with the lively voice of Yoo Jae-dol and Ha Myeong-soo. The set was full as four members of the cast sat around the table.

“The first is Earthquake Ho's cooking. ”

A box came out of the hole in the exterior wall of the set of wagons. Yoo Jae Dol took a box and placed it on the table. Then I opened the lid.

“Noodles! Kimchi! ”

A marvelous, smelly pebble. Hyeong-soo poured food into 4 plates.

Minho was very hungry, so he gave up his cowardly noodles and inhaled the cool soup. Since the cast could eat later, I only swallowed saliva.

Followed by food reviews from acquaintances.

“Mother's taste. Just like that.”

“Shave and chew. ”

“I'm sure the noodles are boiling just right. ”

It was her turn to criticize, and her eyes met the galaxy. Minho raises his thumb in her eyes, asking her to be honest.

“It's awesome because the shaving is soggy and the soup is sharp. ”

The next box contained food from An Yi Hyun. My acquaintances didn't appreciate the pizza that burned up Gorgon Zola's cheese, but it felt stronger than the complaint.

Yoo Jae Dol placed the third box.

“Next! This is Seo Eun Ha's dish. Stir-fried milk and fried egg rice! ”

“I saw the powder on your face earlier. This is not a powdered dish. Where's the powder? ”

'Hm?' I made a face. Then I asked Minho next door.

“Did I do that? ”

Min-ho nods, holding back a smile that he doesn't even know about.

“Then I'll tell you. ”

“Sorry.”

Minho couldn't help but say that she was so pretty that she didn't even care.

The food in the West Galaxy was divided into plates.

Park Jin-seok's acquaintance, Kim, who had tasted for the first time, opened his eyes and looked at the MCs.

“I didn't expect to see you cooking. This is fantastic, Jin-seok. You lost 100%. ”

The following assessments were favorable.

Minho lifted a handful of egg fried rice, lifting a bridge and a red marinade. And I put it in my mouth.

The secret of flour, which I couldn't distinguish between sugar and salt, and I didn't know what it was used for, was the second thing, and the spicy and salty thing was very tasty.

“This...”

Minho smiled as he looked at the galaxy, looking forward to his feelings.

“This tastes good. ”

In Minho's words, the galaxy's face widened. Seogyeong turns her head to the side of her cheek, holding Minho's collar and whispering small.

“Thank you.”

The last box is on the table.

“Park Jin-seok's next dish! I'm really excited to have my Korean license and that the fort is up for a lunch. ”

As soon as it became public, everyone's admiration rang out in the set.

Park Jin-seok's Tangsoo meat.

The saliva flowed as thin as a coated transparent sauce.

“Ow, I can't stand it! ”

Starring Earthquake Lake, which was waiting all along for a tasting, made fun of the chopsticks like lightning and took a picture of Tang Su Kyung.

“That's treason. The last one won't eat it! ”

After Yoo Jae Dol dried up quickly, but was already gone by the mouth of the earthquake lake.

The Moon Earthquake Lake looked at Park Jin-seok as if his words were blocked.

“Hey, Jin-seok. Wow... Don't be an actor. Just be a chef. Even my own personal chef.”

“How good is it, anyway? ”

He picked up a piece of Tang Su meat and asked. And my mouth was blown open.

“Me too!"

When I picked up a piece of Lee Hyun from the cast, I started eating one by one without you having to do it.

Minho smiled satisfactorily, biting Tang Su Meat. When the crunchy and chewy texture of the fried clothes was added to the sweetness of the sauce, it melted in my mouth.

“Wow, it's really good. ”

The West Galaxy was impressed and did not hesitate to lift its thumb.

Kim Hun-pyo tapped Park Jin-seok's shoulder.

“No matter who sees this, you're number one. ”

Afterwards, it was time to enjoy cooking and torque together. Park Jin-seok's cooking was naturally a topic of conversation, and Seo Eun-suk, who was noticed throughout the whole torque, was rather quiet.

Park Jin-seok felt a little overwhelmed even though she was able to get attention. Although bass himself cooked, Kang Min-ho's taste for key points was great. Nevertheless, Kang Minho did not give a single tea.

To be honest, I was shocked that I only enjoyed real cooking.

Are you saying the water you're playing with is different? ’

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On an empty stomach, the food description is longer than I expected.

I'm going to eat.