I Was Mistaken as a Monstrous Genius Actor - Chapter 152
I Was Mistaken as a Monstrous Genius Actor Chapter 152
( Bombardment (7) )
Around early afternoon.
The ‘Our Table’ team, which had finished filming the opening and meal in a spacious snack bar, had dispersed. The filming team was divided into Ahn Jong-hak, Yeon Baek-gwang, Ha Kang-soo, Hwarin Kang Woo-jin, and Hong Hye-yeon.
Because my teacher and the filming location were different.
Producer Byung-seon Yoon, the general director of those three teams, was assigned to the kitchen team. In other words, it was Kang Woo-jin and Hong Hye-yeon. Since the theme of ‘Our Table’ is cooking, it made sense for the main producer, Byung-seon Yoon, to be there.
anyway.
“Let’s take a seat first!!”
Of course, the filming studio where Kang Woo-jin’s team was gathered was not an ordinary place. It was a kitchen studio. It was natural that I had to cook food. A spacious kitchen with moderate interior decoration, a dining table in front of it, various dishes, various kitchen utensils, a refrigerator, etc.
Aside from the lighting and filming location feel, it was just like a kitchen.
The ‘Our Table’ team began to settle down in such a studio. Since it was already rented, the shooting setup was almost complete and all that was left to do was placing lights and small cameras.
About this way.
“Woojin and Hyeyeon, it’s over!!”
Two members of the kitchen team who finished applying makeup outside entered the studio. Transparent masks were delivered to Hong Hye-yeon and Kang Woo-jin, who had long straight hair, and Woo-jin, who slowly put on the mask, quietly looked around the kitchen studio.
‘Ah, I see food-related filming all in places like this.’
Of course, it was a new world for him. But it doesn’t show any excitement. In addition to the microphone, aprons exclusively for ‘Our Table’ were delivered to the two. It was a beige tone apron with the ‘Our Table’ logo. Producer Byung-seon Yoon, who soon took a seat around the table, smiled and began to explain.
“You both have tried cooking, but – um, if it goes too smoothly, it won’t feel like you’re practicing, right? So, let’s try running a real restaurant. We take care of the customers, take orders, and even cook the food. Hyeyeon, you’re good at making wine snacks?”
Hong Hye-yeon, who was wearing an apron tightly, answered the question a little awkwardly.
“no? “It’s not that it’s made well, it’s just good enough for people to eat.”
“Hmmmm. “That’s enough.”
“Is it enough?”
“You just have to learn, right? Well then, let’s start with Hyeyeon for the cooking test. “Woojin will take care of Hall and Bojo.”
Woojin was secretly mesmerized by the sight of Hong Hye-yeon wearing an apron and then managed to answer.
“Can I take orders and assist with cooking?”
“That’s right, then let’s start right away?? “Come on, everyone, let’s take a seat!”
Dozens of staff members, including the writers, sat at a table decorated with rainwater. Hong Hye-yeon, who soon entered the kitchen as the main guest, was embarrassed.
“This suddenly??”
Hong Hye-yeon is clearly being overbearing. Her achievements as a top actress are everywhere. Of course, her appearance was already being filmed, and Woojin was secretly impressed.
‘Isn’t it okay to be pretty like that?’
Whatever it was, among the dozens of staff members who had already settled in, PD Byung-seon Yoon raised his hand towards Woo-jin.
“Here’s your order-”
Pretending to be a customer. In response, Kang Woo-jin approached him with an indifferent expression.
“Say yes.”
“Please give us kimchi pancake.”
Hong Hye-yeon’s voice was immediately heard from the back kitchen.
“Kimchi pancake?? “I haven’t tried that!”
The answer was given by the guest, PD Yoon Byeong-seon.
“You can do it slowly, or you can search and make it. “Anything is okay!”
Hong Hye-yeon quickly takes out her cell phone. However, the customers’ orders did not end with kimchi pancakes.
“Us! “Please give me ramen! Rice cake ramen!”
“Can I have pasta? Aglio olio pasta!”
“I heard it’s concept Korean food?!”
“If that doesn’t work, please give me bibimbap-”
The orders are slurped down at once. Hong Hye-yeon bit her lower lip slightly, as if the accident was a mess, and Woo-jin calmly wrote down the order and handed the bilge to the chef.
“Kimchi pancake rice cake ramen and aglio olio pasta.” “If pasta doesn’t work, bibimbap.”
The chef was shocked when he saw the bilge sticking out.
“I don’t know. “I haven’t tried them all.”
Kang Woo-jin spoke calmly.
“Take your time. “You can be a little late.”
“yes?”
“I just need to curse a little.”
“Woojin?”
Woojin took a picture of a menu with his index finger to Hong Hye-yeon, who forced a smile.
“Tteok ramen. “I think you should start with ramen.”
“that’s right. ramen.”
“For the rest, cook the ramen first and then try it.”
“all right!”
After making her decision, Hong Hye-yeon rummaged around in the kitchen and pulled out a suitable pot. But it’s a bit big. Woojin pointed out in a low voice.
“big.”
“Oh, is it big? then.”
“Down there. “You can use a concave one.”
She changes pots quickly like an avatar. But her movements were generally sloppy. When opening a bag of ramen, filling water, or taking rice cakes out of the refrigerator. I was just a beginner. Producer Byung-seon Yoon and the staff were satisfied with this.
“Is it good?”
“yes? feel so good.”
It was full of mistakes, but it was exactly the picture they liked.
“But Woojin, you’re really not helping me one bit? “I said so, but I didn’t expect you to watch it at all.”
“Aren’t you both sloppy and don’t want to escalate things for no reason?”
“Indeed, it could be like adding insult to injury.”
About 15 minutes passed?
-widely!
Hong Hye-yeon, with a solemn face, placed the finished ramen in front of Woo-jin.
“Tteok ramen is complete.”
Woojin’s gaze, which had been looking at her face calmly, slowly lowered. Toward ramen. And then he didn’t say anything.
“……”
I spit out an evaluation in my mind.
‘I could swim too.’
Hong Hye-yeon, who did not know this, grumbled for no reason.
“what. why.”
“no. “I was thinking about how to catch it.”
The rice cake ramen she made was literally overflowing with soup. The bowl was too small to contain all of Hong Hye-yeon’s aspirations. However, somehow the ramen arrived in front of Producer Byung-seon Yoon. Soon, he and the writers started bickering.
-Whoop!
The facial expressions are subtle. This was especially true of PD Yoon Byeong-seon. Then he held out wooden chopsticks to Woojin.
“Would you like to try it too, Woojin?”
“Ah-yes.”
When Kang Woo-jin was making ramen, Hong Hye-yeon, who was in the kitchen, was next to him. Soon Hong Hye-yeon, with wide eyes, asked Woo-jin, who was chomping at the ramen in his mouth.
“How are you feeling?”
Woojin, who swallowed his ramen without much reaction, had a short answer.
“It tastes like ramen.”
The staff suppresses their laughter. On the contrary, Hong Hye-yeon narrowed her eyebrows.
“…Because it’s ramen, it must taste like ramen. “Are you asking whether it’s delicious or not?”
“It tastes like ramen somewhere in between.”
“Ha, really. Now, let Woojin go into the kitchen this time. “I’ll take a look.”
Producer Byung-seon Yoon gave permission as if he had been waiting.
“Substitute player!”
Woojin calmly walked to the kitchen, but honestly, he was a little nervous. This is my first time cooking in front of so many people.
‘Oh, is it because you’re nervous for some reason? I have gas in my stomach.’
The writers who saw this laughed softly.
“Oh my, look at Woojin’s secret.”
“Am I the only one who somehow feels like I’m going to end up with soupy ramen again?”
“But Woojin is somewhat cynical as usual even when he’s cooking. It’s quite cute.”
“Still, I can see Woojin being embarrassed today.”
As soon as Kang Woo-jin entered the kitchen, Hong Hye-yeon took the order. The order was the same as she received.
“Kimchi pancake and rice cake ramen! Aglio Olio Pasta If pasta doesn’t work, try bibimbap. “Woojin, are you going to eat ramen first?”
However, the chef’s first words this time were instructions.
“no. Hyeyeon, please come in and take out the ingredients.”
“H-huh? “Ingredients?”
“yes. Because we will create the menu at the same time. First, kimchi, green onion, sausage, Cheongyang pepper, red pepper…”
While speaking, Woojin quickly set up several pots. For pancakes, for ramen, for pasta. Something in Kang Woo-jin’s eyes changed.
“Pasta noodles. “It’s down there.”
“Ah yes. here.”
“Cut the garlic thinly. “You can take it slow.”
Soon, Hong Hye-yeon glanced at Woo-jin while chopping garlic without realizing it.
‘What what?? ‘Why do you know how to make it??’
From the preparation of materials to the drawings that were filled with expert effort, VJs, PD Yoon Byeong-seon and writers were whispering.
“Woojin, I don’t think you’re just making ramen right now?”
“noodle? “You want to make pasta too??!”
“Uh huh? “Woojin, I heard a knife.”
It was then.
-Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!
The sound of Woojin’s brilliant sword cutting spread throughout the studio.
“omg?”
Everyone’s eyes widened.
A few tens of minutes later.
Suddenly, the entire studio was filled with the smell of various foods. and.
-Sigh.
“The last rice cake ramen.”
Rice cake ramen decorated with rice cakes or green onions was placed in front of Hong Hye-yeon. No, not exactly.
‘They really made it all at the same time??!’
All ordered food was completed. From kimchi pancakes to pasta bibimbap and now rice cake ramen. It didn’t take that long. Although Hong Hye-yeon provided some assistance, it was almost as if Kang Woo-jin had done it alone. Nevertheless, Woojin washes his hands.
“……”
It was extremely cold. On the other hand, PD Yoon Byeong-seon and the writers, who even checked the rice cake ramen, blinked. No, all of the dozens of staff members at this studio were like that.
“Do I smell so good?”
“That’s right. “Why does it smell good?”
“More than anything, the cooking you just did, Mr. Woojin… it wasn’t like cooking at home.”
“Knife…it was so sexy, right? “There was no hesitation in handling the ingredients or anything like that.”
“PD. “Woojin, why are you so good at cooking?”
Do you understand? Producer Byung-seon Yoon was equally absurd. At that time, Hong Hye-yeon, with a slightly flushed face, quickly approached me holding chopsticks.
“Oh, what are you all doing? It’s cold. “Can I eat it first?”
Woojin, who was absent-mindedly drying his hands, tried to pour cold water on his beating heart.
‘It’ll be delicious, right? Yes, it will be delicious. Wow- Mr. ‘I’m secretly nervous seeing so many people eating my food??’
At the same time, Hong Hye-yeon puts pasta into her mouth while holding her long straight hair. and.
“!!!”
Lightning flashed in her eyes.
“……Eh?”
“Why why??”
Producer Byung-seon Yoon, who was shocked, quickly tore the kimchi pancake into small pieces and put it in his mouth. The funny thing is.
“her!!”
The reaction is the same. From here.
“Oh, I don’t know. “I’ll try that ramen first!”
“I’m pasta!”
“Give me a spoon! “I’ll mix bibimbap!”
The entire staff, including the writers, rushed to eat the food, and the main writer, who was slurping down pasta, covered his mouth with both hands and shouted.
“evil! what?? “It’s so delicious!!”
As if it were contagious, exclamations of exclamation poured out from the mouths of other staff members. Woojin, who watched the scene silently, was internally satisfied.
‘nice.’
At this time, the main writer next to Producer Byung-seon Yoon whispered.
“Producer…Isn’t this a recipe that doesn’t require a cooking teacher?”
“That’s right. “Why is everything delicious?”
At that moment, the radio rang.
“Chef Yangwoo Lee has arrived!!”
A signal that Master has arrived. Chef Lee Yang-woo, with a bulging belly, appeared in the studio.
“Hello – oh, does it smell nice? “Have you started cooking already?”
He had a bright smile on his face, and PD Byung-seon Yoon and the staff stood up to welcome Chef Yang-woo Lee. Soon it will be time to say hello. Of course, the same goes for Kang Woo-jin and Hong Hye-yeon.
Then.
“Hey- kimchi pancake pasta?? “You did a lot of cooking, right?”
Fat chef Lee Yang-woo, who was wearing the microphone, noticed the food left on the table. Producer Byung-seon Yoon is a little embarrassed for some reason. Other writers reacted similarly. Anyway, Chef Yangwoo Lee.
“what? But what is the color of the food? It’s not for practice, is it?”
I quickly approach the table and look at the dishes. Then, for some reason, he frowned slightly.
“Hey, PD. This.”
After realizing something, I immediately picked up my chopsticks and picked up a bowl full of pasta. First of all, he smells it. Then, the furrows between the eyebrows become even more hollow. However, rather than talking, I put a chopstick of pasta in my mouth and chew it.
After just a few seconds, he burst out laughing.
“Ha- PD.”
He muttered while looking at PD Byung-seon Yoon and the writers.
“This was for demonstration purposes, not practice, right? “Did you call another chef besides me?”
“yes?”
“No, there was no such thing. Is there such a thing as chefs competing against each other to decide on a teacher? “That’s a bit difficult.”
This moment.
“……”
“……”
“……”
Producer Byung-seon Yoon, writers Hye-yeon Hong and others all turned their attention to Woo-jin Kang, who was wearing the apron. Among them, PD Byung-seon Yoon, who was scratching his head, muttered softly.
“I’m really embarrassed. “Woojin made that.”
Then Chef Lee Yang-woo, who had been dazed for a moment, looked at Woojin with a poker face and started to criticize him.
“Hey, Woojin made this? “Not another chef?”
Because he admitted it with his own mouth.
Around lunchtime the next day, the 24th.
A Korean restaurant located in a mountain in Gangwon-do. Overall, it was a Korean restaurant with a homey feel. What’s unusual is that the area around this Korean restaurant is crowded today. Not only the filming equipment, but also many staff members are running around.
Even countless onlookers surrounded it.
Today, we are going to film the first day of ‘Our Table’ restaurant at this house’s Korean restaurant. Maybe that’s why the sign was different today.
-(Our table (1 day restaurant))
The interior of the Korean restaurant was spacious. It was divided into a main hall and a sub-hall. There seemed to be at least 10 tables total, and small cameras and VJs were placed everywhere in the hall.
and.
“It’s pretty here.”
“It’s definitely an Instagram angle.”
The hall was crowded with guests who had already been invited.
“Hwarin…your beauty is crazy.”
“You almost screamed when you passed by earlier. “Because it’s so pretty.”
“Yeon Baek-gwang also has a small face.”
“Oh! There’s a river! Wow, you really are an actor. “All I can say is an exclamation.”
Meanwhile, Yeon Baek-gwang, full of energy, entered the kitchen and came out carrying food. It was kimchi pancake. The kimchi pancake was served on a table filled with two women.
“bon appetite!”
“……thank you.”
The women who were captivated by Yeon Baek-gwang’s appearance managed to eat the kimchi pancake. The two’s eyes soon widen.
“Wow, it’s delicious.”
“Right? It’s crunchy and seasoned just right. “A truly great taste.”
“Who’s in the kitchen?? “I guess there’s a separate chef who cooks the food.”
Here, Yeon Baek-gwang, who placed the soy sauce on the girls’ table, laughed and answered.
“Our kitchen master, Woojin. No, Kang Woo-jin does it!”
Meanwhile, Danang, Vietnam.
‘Island of the Missing’ filming location in a hectic forest. However, all of the 100 or so staff and actors were resting in their respective tents as they had just finished filming in the morning.
of course.
-Palak.
The same was true for director Kwon Ki-taek, who was sipping coffee and checking the filming storyboard. Then he suddenly turned his head and called the assistant director.
“Is it tomorrow? “Woojin’s return.”
The assistant director quickly answered the gentle question.
“Yes, Director. “If I take a flight early tomorrow morning, it will probably be before lunch.”
“hmm.”
“The filming is scheduled from early afternoon.”
“Cut out a few scenes. “Let’s get some rest and then we’ll film a scene at night.”
“All right.”
It was at this time.
-♬♪
Director Kwon Ki-taek’s cell phone rang. He casually picked up his cell phone and paused slightly.
‘Director Ahn again?’
The person on the other end was Director Ahn Ga-bok, who had recently contacted me. Although I was a little surprised, Director Kwon Ki-taek politely answered the phone as he left the tent.
“Yes, director.”
Director Angabok’s old voice came right over the phone.
“Director Kwon, it’s still hot in Vietnam.”
( Bombardment (7) ) End