Love Chef
Blurbs
Cooking is an art. You have to spill the feelings you have to create a work of art - a taste that many people love.
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- LOVE CHEF -
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Seoul, December 2010.
At the Jung family residence it looks so crowded. Especially in the kitchen, the Lady and her only son were busy making cookies.
"What kind of eomma am I making this right?" ask Madam Jung's son while showing her the results of his work.
Jung Jane; the mother of the boy nodded with a smile. "Dear, the shape is very good" he said.
His son was jumping - jumping for joy. After a long time, he was finally able to make a good shape pastry.
"You're very smart Jaehyun-ah. One day, eomma believes that you will become a famous chef" continued Madam Jung with a smile.
Jung Jaehyun; the fifteen year old youth blinked his sparkling eyes. "Eomma jinjja? Well, I'll be more active after this" he said.
The mother nodded steadily. "You can love!" he shouted while clenching one hand in the air.
"Hwiting!" said little Jaehyun no less frenzied. Then, he grabbed the cake and put it in the oven.
The Jung family is indeed known as a professional expert in the culinary field. In fact, the father has several famous restaurants that are widespread in Seoul. Likewise with the mother, has a cafe that sells cakes - pastries made by herself.
Now, Jung Jaehyun aspires to become a famous chef to be able to create the taste of food that will be stored in the heart of anyone after eating it.
"Me, Jung Jaehyun! Someday, I'll be a chef who makes everyone love my cooking!" pekik Jaehyun while showing such a strong determination.
Madam Jung nodded steadily and pointed her thumb before her son.
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I mean, on the other side.
"Eomma, why is there no taste to the cuisine? Very bland" said one girl to her mother.
The mother cringed. "It's savory baby, try to taste it again" he said.
The teenage girl obeyed her mother's orders and she tried again. However, there was still no taste that he could taste in the cuisine.
He shook slowly. "There is no sense of eomma. What's with my senses?" ask her with sadness.
"Yeobo, let's take Aya to the hospital. I'm afraid she's why" the mother told her husband.
Mr. Park nodded. "Yeah. Aya, let's go to the hospital son, '" he said.
Aya Park; the little girl nodded weakly. He really hates hospitals, but what else? His feeling is very important now. He will not be able to taste delicious food again later if it is not treated.
It only took twenty-five minutes, they arrived at the seoul hospital.
"Apa, Aya won't be injected, will she?" ask the twelve-year-old girl.
The father just chuckled softly. "Why? Are you afraid of being injected? It's grown up 'is this Appa child," he said while pinching his daughter's nose.
"Appa, sick," Aya screeched as she gently rubbed her nose.
After waiting fifteen minutes, Aya walked into the doctor's room.
"So this is Mr and Mrs Park. It's possible that your daughter has hypogeusia" explains Dr. Lee.
Aya frowning. "Hypogeusia what is euisanim?" tanyakanya.
"A disease in which a condition decreases the ability to taste the tongue, usually due to lack of iron intake. I don't like to eat vegetables?" obviously doctor Lee and asked at the end.
"Yes euisanim, Aya is very difficult to eat vegetables. So, can this be cured?" ask Mrs Park.
Doctor Lee nodded. "Could be Madam. Expand eating vegetables that contain iron yes Aya, do not drink hot drinks first," he said.
"Later, I prescribed the medicine for Miss Aya as well" he continued, writing down a prescription on paper.
"Sounds, don't you, baby? Do not be hard to eat vegetables again yes," said Mr. Park while stroking his daughter's black mane.
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Seoul, December 2015.
At Incheon Airport, Seoul. Jung's family is driving her only son to continue his chef's school abroad - France.
"Don't forget to eat regularly dear. Remember, always wear warm clothes because it's already winter," said Madam Jung, holding her son's hand.
Next to him the husband rubbed his wife's back gently. "Already yeobo, Jaehyun went to pursue his ideals, we have to support him. Don't add to the burden on our son by crying" she said.
Yes, Madam Jung has been crying since yesterday because she has not let her only son go far away from her. But how else? This is all for the sake of the child's goal to become a professional chef.
"I'll call eomma easy often. I will also take the time to go home" said Jaehyun, who is now twenty years old.
Madam Jung nodded weakly. "Take good care of yourself Jaehyun-ie. We love you" he said.
Three years later.
Chef Jaehyun; the now-adult young man had worked at a French restaurant in Gangnam district - his father's.
Currently, Jaehyun was preparing a dessert for the VIP guests who were already waiting at table number 127.
"How's chef? The young lady at table number 127 had already asked for a dessert that was not on the menu yet," asked the manager of the restaurant.
Jaehyun nodded. "It's over hyung. May our VIP guests today like it" he said. Then, he gave her French Apple Pie.
Johnny Seo - the manager at La Bosseade restaurant - owned by Jaehyun's father, brandished his thumb.
He also approached the VIP guest and was followed by a waiter who brought a dessert made by the mainstay chef at the restaurant.
"Excuse me Miss, please enjoy french apple pie for dessert" Johnny said as he put a small dish of the dessert in front of the young Miss.
The Miss immediately tasted it. However, the next minute he scrunched his forehead. Then he put down his fork.
"Sorry, can you please call the chef who made this dessert?" pinta the young lady.
Johnny nodded. "Well Miss, wait a minute" he said.
The manager gave the order to the floater beside him to call Jaehyun. Inwardly, he hoped - please be anxious because this VIP guest was indeed famous for his sharp criticism. Meanwhile, Jaehyun did not understand it.
Jaehyun arrived at table number 127. He said, "can I help you Miss?"
The girl looked over and was amazed for a moment, but she quickly returned to be ready to criticize the chef's cooking.
"How can apple pie be so sweet and not taste savory in the least?" he said with a ketus.
The chef scrunched his forehead. Before he served the dessert, he tasted it first and it felt perfect.
"Sorry Miss, but it feels very fitting in my opinion" said Jaehyun.
The girl did not accept the objection. "Don't argue, I said it's not savory. Make another one!" the door is like commanding.
Johnny just sighed softly. He was already used to the attitude of the young Miss of the VIP guest. But not for Jaehyun. He felt his cooking failed to make the taster not love the taste.
"You don't want to? Yes, I'm going!" continued. Without waiting for an answer from Jaehyun, he left the restaurant with a frown that was thinking of something.
Why does it taste good? His inner.
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When something you think is perfect. Not necessarily the views of others will be the same as your point of view. Be hearted.