The Cook of a Perished World - Chapter 306

Episode 306: Ranking Summary (2)

Until now, I was the only cook.

There was a fact I had forgotten.

-Oh, then, Sergeant Shin. Would you like to come to the restaurant where I work? As your senior, I will teach you well.

-Who would you like?

The morning of the day of destruction.

When my successor made that suggestion to me.

The biggest reason why I rejected the offer.

“So I’m a senior?”

The hierarchy in the cooking industry is…

tighter than the military.

“Did you say the reason you came to this kitchen was because you wanted to cook?”

“…yes.”

“I’m sorry, but that won’t work.”

The man who seemed surprised until then.

I changed my attitude in an instant.

“This is my kitchen and I am the rule. “A distant junior like you… that’s right.”

He stretched out his finger.

He pointed to a corner of the kitchen.

“First, we have to start with preparing the ingredients.”

“….”

“Did you see what I organized? Just do it the same way. Don’t you think your juniors can do that as well? “There’s nothing we can do if he doesn’t even know the basics.”

I think he’s a more normal cook than I thought.

My heart softened.

“You are a junior. “I didn’t get a job in your kitchen.”

“okay? still. “Isn’t it the same if I want to use my own kitchen?”

“I’m not going to use it for a long time, I’m only going to use it for a short time. In any case, you don’t have to use any of the ingredients in this kitchen, so just borrow the equipment…”

“Oh, that’s right.”

He said, interrupting me.

“Even if I don’t want to lend it to you?”

He looked me in the eyes and spoke firmly.

It was only after seeing that expression that I realized it.

“You don’t plan on letting me cook in the first place.”

“Haha… Have you finally noticed that, friend?”

“Why? “It won’t cause any harm to you.”

“Why…”

He seemed to think for a moment.

He said, scratching his head.

“I told you earlier, right? “You don’t have the basics as a chef.”

“….”

“It may sound like an old guy, but. “For a kid who doesn’t even know the basics to stand in the kitchen… It was something I couldn’t even imagine back then.”

really.

For exactly that reason.

It’s almost 1 o’clock now.

Are you saying you are taking up my time like this?

Sniff… and.

The hand goes to the waist.

Store-bought kitchen knife.

Originally, it was a sword that had many shortcomings to use on people.

It wasn’t for me now.

‘…Shall I take care of it?’

Anyway, my goal now is to cook here.

Bringing the leaders of that ‘association’ under control with the power of that cuisine.

That alone is already an act that has crossed the line.

I heard you put this guy in there.

There won’t be any big changes.

“What are you doing? “If you knew, I would have just put it out quickly or cleaned up the ingredients over there.”

But…

not being able to cut that guy down was a realistic problem.

‘No matter what, this guy is also an awakened person. There will be no noise of battle at all.’

If awakened people hear the noise and come rushing in,

a hostile relationship will suddenly form with me who killed the cook.

My plan to feed him proper food and keep him under my control would also go awry.

All kinds of options went through my mind.

You could force-feed him food,

or you could turn on ‘Environmental Fairy Tale’ while this man is sleeping and secretly come and cook for him.

To be honest.

The fact that they are blocking me now is just laughable.

There were many ways to ignore this man and cook.

It was only during the ‘Northern Branch’ period that we respected them to a certain extent and did not use harsh measures.

Because there was no law that made them have to do that.

How to ignore that man and cook a proper dish.

It’s too much for me right now.

But….

‘I don’t even have the basics?’

At first, it was just a cooking disease.

Although I had no particular pride in cooking.

Through countless long struggles in this world.

I was proud of my identity as a chef.

“…Yes, senior.”

That guy.

I happened to touch that part.

‘Coming at night and secretly cooking… things like that take time in the end.’

anyway.

The fastest way to cook is to persuade this guy.

“What is it, junior?”

“As far as I know… the hierarchy between seniors and juniors is tight here. “I heard there are even stricter standards than that.”

then.

This might be the fastest way.

“What do you want to say?”

“skill.”

Even if you say that you don’t have enough time to work as a chef.

If your experience and skills are overwhelming.

A chef like that is never ignored.

I crossed my arms.

He glanced down at the man in front of him and said.

“Let’s check if you have the skills to be worthy of being called my senior.”

* * *

“What is that…”

The man frowned.

After a while, he seemed to understand what I meant.

“therefore. “Would you like to compare your cooking skills with me?”

“yes. “The reason your senior is talking about authority in this kitchen is ultimately because you are the senior… I mean, isn’t it because you are a better cook?”

“…That’s right.”

“But we’ve never actually compared who is a better cook. Then wouldn’t it be enough to compare and move on?”

He laughed as if it was absurd.

“So, let’s have a cooking competition with me?”

“To put it simply, yes. “I guess that will happen.”

“…Fuha!”

A man laughing at me.

“Do you have the skills to do that?”

“To my senior, I may seem like a guy who doesn’t even know the basics. I too have my own strands. “Don’t they say that you need to know what’s long and short?”

“Yes, I guess so…”

He narrowed his eyes.

“If I win that fight.”

A man looking at me.

“The ‘goal’ you mentioned in this kitchen… I will not cook for that. “Can I understand it that way?”

“yes. If you win, the authority over this kitchen will completely belong to you. “If you don’t give me permission, I will quietly withdraw.”

“What if you win?”

“I will be the leader of this kitchen, and you will have to work under me.”

“…I’m not joking, I’m serious.”

He seemed to be thinking about something and seemed to be thinking about it.

He quickly nodded.

“good. It’s as you said. No matter how hierarchical it is, it only works at a similar level. “In this industry, the skills are the best, and as long as you have the skills, even if your experience is short, you are a senior.”

“Then…”

“I heard my junior can’t recognize his senior, so let’s give him proper education.”

So in the end.

‘It’s something I couldn’t have imagined when I moved to Gyeonggi-do.’

I’m with that guy.

There was a cooking competition.

“What are the conditions?”

“Let’s do it like this. Serve one dish, but only use ingredients found in the food warehouse. Instead, the recipe and cooking method are entirely up to the chef.”

“what? “Wouldn’t that be an advantage for me?”

Is he serious about competing his cooking skills?

A man who dares to point that out.

“I am someone who has often cooked here and with those ingredients. There are many recipes I have already made or tried. “If you continue this way, you will be at a disadvantage, but do you mind?”

“Isn’t that the extent of it? A junior is challenging a senior, so shouldn’t he give in?”

“…under. “What are you thinking?”

A man asks with his arms crossed.

“Then how do we decide the outcome? “If you need someone to eat the dish and determine the superiority of the taste, I can call you.”

“no. “I hope you don’t invite anyone else.”

That I am a chef.

Basically, it’s dangerous if it becomes known to other people.

“Then you won’t be able to decide the outcome? “What meaning is there in a competition without judges?”

“Isn’t it okay for us to eat each other’s food and decide?”

“…If it were that way, each person would say their food was better?”

“I’m not like that.”

I don’t know if it’s any other part.

If it’s a place to test your skills as a chef.

Because I also have my own pride.

In this match.

At least I won’t be playing around.

“Or are you the kind of person who would insist that there is no difference in taste even if the difference in taste is clear?”

“…You’re good at making fun of your mouth. If you are that confident, then yes. “Let’s do that.”

He got up and

He said as he headed towards the food warehouse.

“Then let’s start right away.”

“yes.”

like that.

Me and that guy are far away from each other.

We each started cooking our own dishes.

While I’m doing my own cooking.

I watched the man cooking from afar.

and.

After watching for a while, I was able to come to a clear conclusion.

‘As expected…’

Although his personality is a bit different.

That man.

‘Cooking skills are real.’

no.

Beyond that….

‘There are definitely parts that are better than me.’

I am, after all, a cook.

I never learned how to cook properly.

The army was forcibly taken away.

I happened to be assigned to a position there.

It was just a matter of learning how to ‘cook’ food for the military.

‘My knowledge as a chef was such that some of the corps members were better than me.’

It’s just that the profession I awakened to is not a chef.

There were many people who worked in the restaurant industry before the collapse.

Unlike those people.

I am the famous chef who studied under a man named Howard.

What are you talking about…? I don’t even know who that person is.

Mr. Park’s grandfather was said to be a fairly famous knife craftsman in this industry.

I didn’t even know about the knife workshop called Park’s Workshop, which was said to be run by Mr. Park’s grandfather.

Although he was trained as an actual cook in a destroyed world.

Strictly speaking.

My knowledge as a ‘chef’.

It was very one-of-a-kind.

On the other hand…

‘What is that machine again?’

That guy.

I bring a machine I’ve never seen before and put food in it.

‘Doing it like that…?’

In a way I could never have imagined.

Even the processing of materials.

In fact….

even when it comes to cooking disease, when you come out into society.

Among the general public, it’s enough to hear that I’m good at cooking.

It would be impossible to compare him to a real chef.

‘That man is a proper chef.’

The world before destruction.

A discipline called cooking that this Earth has cultivated over a long period of time.

I learned the subject for a long time and embodied it in my body.

A real chef.

As expected, I was confident and did what I said.

We put a lot of effort into every step of the cooking process.

I could feel the delicate control of cooking even in the slightest gesture or action.

And so on.

“Eat.”

The finished dish.

Howard Zinn handing it to me.

With limited dishes.

A dish made using a complicated recipe that I couldn’t even fathom.

If you were me when I was a cook, how would I cook with this?

After all the fuss, I probably just decided to eat combat rations for today’s meal and moved on.

“…It’s delicious.”

The dish made by a real chef with limited ingredients…

was quite excellent.

“Hmph, I guess you can’t lie, right?”

“yes.”

“…?”

“I can’t lie. great.”

Although he was a man who was extremely annoying to me.

“To achieve this level of flavor with these ingredients… it’s truly amazing.”

As a fellow chef.

To the extent that I can honestly express my respect.

“…what. Are you admitting defeat?”

“Well… let’s watch.”

I humbly acknowledge that man’s skills.

I brought the dish I made and handed it in front of him.

“This is my cooking. “Let’s eat.”

“Hmph… I see that the time it takes to cook is short and the facilities aren’t used properly. “I don’t know if there’s any need to try it.”

It seems like the winner has already been decided.

A man who approaches the dish I made with confidence.

“Let’s try something.”

he.

I picked up my spoon and put my dish into my mouth.

and.

After a while.

“….”

“….”

The man who put my dish in his mouth.

Leaning both hands on the table where the food was placed.

I was looking down at the dish blankly.

* * *

“How long do you plan on staying like that?”

“…uh.”

Cold sweat dripping from my cheeks.

A man whose eyes are shaking as if there was an earthquake.

“Uh… how.”

He

looked at me and asked with a trembling voice.

“What is this taste…? “How.What did you do to the food…!”

To the question of the man who couldn’t hide his surprise.

I answered, looking down at him with my arms crossed.

“Do you ask your senior a question in that manner?”