God of Cooking Novel - Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Cooking Contest in Paris (1)

Kaya and Min-joon walked the streets of France for a long time. They tried lots of street food and tasted French baguette here and there for some time. After all, Kaya opened her mouth as if she could not stand it anymore.

“Stop frowning like that!”

He looked back at Kaya and replied with a quiet voice, “I’ve never frowned.”

“You’re still frowning. How come you have the nerve to lie to me?”

“It’s just because I have a lot of things on my mind.”

“What are you thinking about? Are you wondering why you lost to him?”

“No, I’ve been thinking how I can make his recipe mine.”

When he said that, she moved up and down her eyebrows for a moment. She could not understand how greedy he was about owning somebody else’s recipe.

She opened her mouth in a soft voice.

“Don’t you think it’s better for you to refine your recipe rather than covet someone else’s?”

“That’s my way. In other words, I want to steal the merits of the chefs around me little by little. And I brought the most from you.”

“That’s really amazing. I wasn’t there when you started cooking in earnest. I just wonder how come you and I have so many things in common when it comes to cooking style.”

“Well.”

He just smiled at that.

Watching him feeling a bit relaxed, she also felt comfortable and looked around. They were now inside a famous French dessert cafe. Normally, women were the main customers here, but there were some men here, too, perhaps because this was a French cafe.

“I think Marco would have liked it here very much if he had been with us here.”

“I guess so. He is quite busy now.”

Anderson had suggested to Marco about the idea of pairing with him in the Paris competition. However, Marco had to refuse his offer because he was an employee at Lisa’s bakery. Of course, if he asked Lisa a favor, she would have allowed him to take vacation leave, but Marco would not want to cause any trouble by making such a request.

While he was lost in thought for a moment, a patissier approached them in person and put down the plates. Min-joon began to appreciate the plates blankly. What he ordered was millefeuille.

In French, it means a thousand folds of leaves. As the name suggests, a thousand layers of pie sheets are piled up, with fruit or cream between the pie sheets.

Along with pastries, macaroons, and baguettes, millefeuille was like the mascots of French baking. Min-joon glanced at the millefeuille while swallowing.

Then he muttered, “Aside from French cuisine, it seems that no country can surpass France in banking for hundreds of years.”

“How can you say that even before you eat it?”

“Well, I can feel it even before you eat it.”

He replied rather awkwardly, for he confirmed the baking score for the bread in front of him was 9 out of 10. Given that it was basically easy to get a high score in terms of kneading the dough, fermenting, and putting it in the oven for a long time, the score was very high.

The millefeuille on the plate consisted of hazelnut custard, cream, and pie sheets. There was a cute white chocolate on top, but Min-Joon personally wondered if it was for taste or just for decoration.

In fact, it was quite tricky to taste something like millefeuille. It wasn’t possible to eat millefeuille, which was usually about 5 inches thick, in one bite, even if one’s mouth was big.

So, there are two ways people eat it.

First, one could eat by chopping it with a knife. But this was also by no means easy.

Unless one used a sharp knife, the cream or custard pressed between the pies easily came out at the moment when one pressed the pie sheets.

That was why many people choose the second method. Just pick up one of the pie sheets and dip it in the cream and eat. But Min-joon did not like this method very much.

“Oh, you are very good at cutting as a knife,” Kaya said jokingly.

“If I can’t do this, how can I cook?”

“I think it’s more tricky than trimming the ingredients for cooking.”

In some respects, she was right. He shrugged then put the millefeuille, which was cut cutely, on the long fork blade. It was a combination of pie sheets, hazelnut custard, pie sheets then hazelnut cream, and pie sheets.

If Min-joon chose the easy way of cutting it, he could not enjoy all these flavors at once.

And that was why he took pains to cut the bread. She tapped the table in front of him with her finger. He could guess what she wanted now. He cut another piece of millefeuille and handed it to her and said, “It’s delicious. I wonder if it’s possible to get a better balance. They brought out the best taste of hazelnuts, but its sweetness isn’t that strong.”

“Really? Let me try it. Try this macaron.”

“Give me that yellow one.”

“No. That’s my favorite thing. Choose another one.”

“How about that white one?”

“That’s my second best.”

“Just give me anything.”

When he said that, she looked at that plate with a bit of anguish then handed him a green macaron. He bit the macaron which was neither too warm nor too cool.

And he felt it right away. ‘It’s a very well-made macaron.’

He could feel it the moment he bit it. The crispiness on the outside and chewiness on the inside made him feel like he was eating a properly roasted medium-rare steak, and he could feel it the most when he saw its bitten section.

Most macarons were crushed, with the crumbs splattering, as soon as one bit it, but this macaron was holding all the powder firmly as if it were a little crispy rice cake.

The cream or jam put between the two macaroons, often called filling, contained apple jam. When it was served with a macaron dough that seemed to be almost jelly, he thought to himself, ‘Yeah, it’s good that I chose the second method!’

Starting off with that dessert, the two then kept trying other desserts for some time.

Passion tart made with passion fruit, chocolate mousse, financier, etc.

After all, she muttered with dejected expressions, “I just wonder how they could come up with all these recipes.”

They hadn’t yet been to many dessert cafes in France. They just stopped by one dessert cafe with a good reputation in the neighborhood, but they were already satisfied with the quality of the desserts.

“Can we do well in the competition?”

“That’s a cooking contest, not a baking contest. And I have a reason to do well,” Min-joon said sharply. It seemed he was still upset because he lost to Dobby. In fact, Dobby’s cooking was so simple. Deep down, Min-joon thought he could be the head chef of any decent restaurant, so his pride was so hurt when he lost to Dobby.

“I won’t lose next time.”

Kaya didn’t hate the way he spoke harshly. She wanted to see him showing such an aggressive stance sometimes. Of course, the subject of his anger was someone she didn’t expect at all, but she didn’t feel bad about it.

She said, chuckling, “You know that?”

“What?”

“The prize money of the winner in this competition is roughly $1,000,000.”

“Really?” He looked at her blankly.

He had not tried to find it out on purpose.

Grinning at him, she said. “Let’s win and move to another house.”

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The fact that Min-joon lost to Dobby wasn’t so painful that he could not stand it.

Actually, he was used to being defeated. Although things worked out for him well, it didn’t mean he always won.

For example, at the Grand Chef competition last year, he lost to Anderson and Kaya, after all.

After that, he sometimes lost to Anderson when betting on something. Sometimes he felt he was lacking after being defeated by Anderson.

Anyway, it wasn’t just the bitter pills of defeat for him that really mattered. In hindsight, it was a draw, so it was not something like a complete defeat. And considering that Dobby was in his thirties while he was in his 20s, Min-joon could feel he did good enough.

‘The aesthetics of simplicity.’

That was the shock that Dobby made him realize. Even if Dobby made a simple dish, he made it delicious. In fact, that was what Min-joon had been feeling all the time. He first felt it when he tried Chloe’s potato soup. When Kaya liked the dish, which seemed to be casual, Min-joon realized that cooking scores didn’t show everything about the dish.

Since then, he had gone through lots of experiences with that. When he attended the disqualifying mission, he tried to reflect the beauty of simplicity in Korean food. He also learned that the skills of master chefs in Japan and Korea could not be easily rated with their cooking scores.

So, Min-joon wanted to get hold of something invisible and something that they could not rate with cooking scores. In the past, he thought he was just busy cultivating his cooking skills only, but he didn’t think so now.

‘Maybe if I had it…’

That could pave the way for him to obtain cooking level 9.

Come to think of it, he began to feel thrilled. He now could see the path. Then, all he had to do was just keep walking that path. As far as walking steadfastly, Min-joon was more confident than anyone else.

“Are you nervous?”

I heard Chloe asking him from the side. Min-joon glanced at her and the lost men standing behind her. They were not her party. They were the participants of the Paris International Cooking Competition. And this was the place where the preliminary contest was being held.

“Yeah, I am nervous. It’s never easy to satisfy people with different tastes.”

“That’s what you said when you came to America. You are from Korea anyway.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Anyway, I don’t hate this kind of tension anyway. I think I’ve been too complacent these days, so I think I had better reaffirm my original intentions on this occasion.”

“Man, you’re tired all the time.”

Chloe felt he was really tired in his life, but at the same time, he looked great. Min-joon never stopped working. To put it precisely, it seemed that cooking was his most interesting break.

So, she respected, or had to respect him. For Chloe, the best chef in the world or her role model was Min-joon.

At that moment, people around her began to whisper among themselves, which Chloe found was very stimulating. Some of them talked loud enough for her to overhear.

“Look over there. I hear they are the Rose Island chefs, and they are from its main restaurant.”

“‘Then, that Asian guy over there must be that Min-joon. He made Cho Reggiano…”

“‘I’ve been interested in him since they said he had a perfect palate. I didn’t know I would see him here!”

“I heard he could be Rachel Rose’s successor.”

“No way! How could she take that young guy as her successor when June had been aiming for it until now.”

“But that guy made Cho Reggiano. We have to give him credit for creating such a great menu on his own. Did you hear the sales of Parmigiano Reggiano increased by 30% after they began to sell that dessert?”