Chapter 43

Chapter 43

C’est incroyable!

Exactly 10 AM.

Jin Myeong Gak’s door opened wide.

“Okay, come in up to that person over there!”

At the same time as opening people waiting outside poured in like a tide and instantly filled the hall.

Customers who were anxious from the three days of closure and broadcasting station happening shouted as soon as they sat.

“Here two bowls of jajangmyeon! Wow, I really thought I was going crazy thinking of jajangmyeon here for three days!”

“Meat jjamppong double! Boss, quickly!”

“Aigo, living living this is the first time waiting so desperately for a Chinese restaurant door to open.”

“My words. Yesterday couldn’t endure at all so ordered jjamppong elsewhere and threw away all the taste.”

“Right! Because this jjamppong broth doesn’t go in the stomach feels empty even eating rice doesn’t feel like eating.”

“I really got withdrawal and hands and feet all trembled!”

The three days of closure made people’s desire stronger.

Because of customers flocking double than usual, the mother and Bong-gu in charge of the hall were to the extent of losing their souls.

“Bong-gu young man! Bring more onion and pickled radish to table 3 there!”

“Yes, madam! Going water to table 5 too! Aiyu, customer, passing. Please move a bit!”

As soon as empty seats came out people waiting outside filled them, and thanks to that the hall was literally a chaos.

Even though orders flooded like that, the person ordering tenderloin steak was not even one.

Perhaps a natural matter.

Even if Jin Myeong Gak’s cooking is excellent, isn’t that limited to Chinese cooking.

To begin with the food shown was only jajangmyeon and meat jjamppong all.

Of course there was the street iron plate fried rice that sparkled for a day, no about an hour, but that didn’t change anything.

To that extent tenderloin steak is cooking in a different area.

Moreover for ordinary customers 100,000 won was a hurdle not easy to cross.

Just at the time busy like that.

In the waiting line outside the restaurant a blue-eyed old gentleman and young woman were standing waiting for their turn.

Antoine and his secretary Sophie who are regulars of Jin Myeong Gak and now quite familiar even to neighborhood people.

“When on earth can we enter? Already ten minutes marking time in place!”

Antoine stomped his feet like a child and stretched his neck long peeping inside the restaurant.

“Chef, there are many people watching. Please calm down a bit.”

Even at Sophie’s words Antoine continuously couldn’t hide excitement.

“How to calm! A full three days, three days!”

“So there are more people than usual.”

“I don’t know that kind of thing. Don’t know.”

“No, if doing like a child...”

Just when Sophie who was nagging like that glanced around.

Fortunately surrounding people seem not to know French, but still just in case.

Sophie who furrowed her brow greatly said to Antoine as if whispering small.

“If continuously anxious like this I’ll just go.”

“No, that...”

“So please calm down a bit.”

“Keueung...”

Antoine barely suppressed his own excitement.

While doing so he said again with a somewhat strange face.

“That iron plate fried rice before... added as new menu?”

“Well. On the community mostly said it was a one-day event.”

“Shall I say must add unconditionally?”

“Seems won’t work.”

“Is there no way to eat again?”

“It will be Jin Myeong Gak chef’s mind.”

“Tsk...”

Antoine who clicked his tongue crossed his arms.

“Hard to accept that such excellent fried rice disappears like this.”

“...”

At Antoine’s appearance continuously making a fuss people standing front and back glanced as if curious, but Sophie only let out a small sigh.

Sophie had also become quite familiar with this noisy appearance now.

Just around when they waited a long time and the waiting line decreased quite a bit.

Sophie who finally approached near the restaurant door suddenly stopped her gaze.

She discovered the paper stuck with content about the new menu beside the glass door.

“Heuum... the smell is good.”

Antoine who doesn’t know Korean was only flaring his nose trying to smell the smell leaking from inside the restaurant, but Sophie who was reading the content was surprised.

“Chef!”

Sophie pointed at the paper as if she couldn’t believe and lightly pulled Antoine’s sleeve.

“Seems Jin Myeong Gak chef put out a new menu.”

“New menu?! Oh, did my prayer reach? Finally that iron plate fried rice officially...”

“No. Not fried rice... it’s tenderloin steak.”

At those words Antoine’s eyes widened.

“What? Tenderloin steak? Master chef?”

And soon a different light turned in his eyes.

Tenderloin steak.

Isn’t the master chef originally specialized in Chinese food?

Such a person suddenly steak??

In an instant, Antoine’s heart began beating out of his mind.

What taste would the tenderloin steak the master chef puts out be?

“Today’s order menu will be tenderloin steak.”

“Yes? Today unconditionally jjajang jjamppong...”

“Tenderloin steak came out! Curious what taste to the point of going crazy!”

“...”

At that time Bong-gu came out and recognized them and greeted.

“Ah, Antoine elder and secretary! Please come in!”

The two who took seats guided by Bong-gu.

As soon as they sat the secretary said.

“Here two tenderloin steaks please!”

The corner of Bong-gu’s mouth who received that order tore as if it would hang on the ear.

“Aigo, indeed Antoine elder and secretary properly know the taste! Hyung! First order came in! Two tenderloin!”

Jin Myeong who received Bong-gu’s order took out the meat from the refrigerator with an indifferent face.

To begin with it was just adding one to the menu, if sold good if not whatever style.

Storage problem of expensive ingredients could arise, but to Jin Myeong such was not a worry at all.

If not sold just eat with the family and that’s it.

Chwaaaaaaaak!!

A moment later.

Two large plates were lightly placed in front of Antoine’s table.

“...”

“Enjoy your meal!”

Antoine propped his chin and observed on the plate interestingly.

“...”

The visual was far from that of authentic French or fine dining.

A very rough appearance with flashy garnish or precise plating omitted.

Sophie who saw that let out a small sigh and opened her mouth.

“Chef, honestly a bit disappointing. Even so nominally a 100,000 won menu, just putting meat alone on the plate too roughly isn’t it?”

“100,000 won? How much is that?”

“About 70 euros.”

“Mere 70 euros? Oh, my god! The tenderloin steak the master chef grilled is that cheap?!”

At Antoine’s appearance opening eyes round and admiring Sophie scolded as if absurd.

“It’s not cheap, chef. Unreasonably expensive price for a neighborhood restaurant menu. Anyway chef has no economic sense at all.”

But Antoine ignored Sophie’s nagging or whatever and only examined the cooking on the plate piercingly.

The smell also had a much stronger fire aroma circulating than existing tenderloin steak.

Other than that no special point could be felt outwardly.

‘What taste did he draw out.’

Antoine held the knife and carefully put the tip of the knife on the meat.

Seuk.

Sliced too lightly.

“...?!”

In an instant, Antoine’s hand flinched and stopped.

Because the resistance transmitted to the tip of the hand holding the knife was close to zero.

A sensation as if splitting melted butter or soft pudding.

“Oh my god, the grain of the meat is this tender.”

He who flinched for a moment thrilling at the absurd softness transmitted along the tip of the knife, brought one piece of meat generously dipped in sauce with a trembling fork to his mouth.

Umul.

“...Eup!!”

In an instant, Antoine’s pupils began fluctuating like crazy.

The moist meat juice bursting like an explosion the moment chewed, and the thrilling refreshingness that washes down that oiliness in one breath.

‘...Th, such taste exists?!’

Antoine who devoted his life to cooking, and had perfect pride in cooking tenderloin steak more than anyone.

But the balance and taste now were overwhelming to the extent of completely smashing the pride he built up for decades.

Ujeok ujeok, kkulkkeok.

“Oh, mon dieu··· this, this···”

Antoine muttered like a person who lost his soul and pushed the meat into his mouth continuously with a trembling hand.

Sophie surprised at that shocking reaction also lifted the fork and carefully tasted one piece of meat.

“...!!”

In an instant, Sophie covered her mouth with both hands.

She who experienced highest-grade steak countless times even in France the country of gourmet.

The cookings eaten at Jin Myeong Gak until now were of course excellent, but that was mixed with freshness from the unfamiliar genre of Chinese food.

But steak was different.

Cooking too familiar to herself.

Applying that familiar standard, she could know how amazing the chef named Jin Myeong is.

“...Amazing!.”

But the customers in the hall were paying attention to this appearance.

They also mostly knew the fact that that foreign grandfather is a tremendous Michelin chef.

How that great expert would evaluate the 100,000 won Australian neighborhood steak was the topic of utmost interest.

“C’est incroyable (unbelievable)!”

Antoine was pouring French exclamations continuously almost welling tears.

At that time.

One young customer eating jjamppong alone in the corner of the hall lifted his smartphone.

Antoine’s French began pouring as text translated in real time on the smartphone screen.

[Unbelievable! Amazing!]

[What on earth is the refreshingness of this sauce? Feeling my lifetime cooking philosophy is denied!]

[Even Paris’s highest-grade restaurants will have to kneel in front of this cooking!]

“Heol, crazy···”

The customer captured that translation screen and began uploading in real time on his SNS.

[Title: Heol crazyㅋㅋ now at Jin Myeong Gak is the situation real?]

[Content: Know that French famous chef Antoine grandfather who is a regular here these days? Now eating the newly out 10,000 won tenderloin steak here and the reaction is fucking crazy. I’m eating jjamppong now but extremely curious about that taste.]

Even if words don’t communicate, the intense heat that that food is crazily delicious was being transmitted intact to everyone inside the hall.

But the money of 100,000 won was still too huge a wall to readily open the wallet.

Just when everyone stopped chopsticks in the air and only glanced.

“······!”

One middle-aged man who had already emptied half the jjamppong furrowed his brow and pondered fiercely, then soon made a decision.

“Era, don’t know! Getting nagged by the wife once is enough!”

Then he raised his hand with a flash and shouted.

“Here! Me, me too one of that tenderloin steak please!”

That sound became the detonator.

People murmured.

“What to do...? Shall we eat too?”

“Still too expensive...”

“Limited sale of 30 a day.”

“Ah, right.”

“Eu, conflicted!”

“100,000 won, 100,000 won, 100,000 won...”

“Keueung...”

At that time someone shouted again.

“Our table one steak too please!”

“Why one?”

“Let’s share. Too expensive.”

From then it began.

“Us too!”

“Me too one!”

“Me too!”

Customers inside began ordering like crazy simultaneously.

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