Stewing chicken wings in red pepper paste was one of my secret moves, so to speak.
Conversely, it was also said that there was no special basis after stewing chicken wings in red pepper paste.
At best, seasoned crab paste that has been trimmed and tossed in a chili powder-based sauce,
Chinese-style steamed fish with soy sauce topped with vegetables and sauce on top of boiled fish, and finished with cilantro.
Steamed eggs introduced to the president as Korean Chawanmushi 茶碗蒸shi,
Kimchi jeon is made with fermented kimchi, which is most similar to Korean kimchi.
In addition, all that was served was the top pickled vegetables and radish vegetables. It was a table that was configured like that, and it was a table of its own that was introduced in that way.
The rest of the dishes took less time and lacked sincerity compared to stone pot rice, samgyetang, and braised chicken wings.
The number of side dishes has been increased by making recipes that are simple, fast, and guaranteed to a certain degree of taste while busily navigating the kitchen.
It is overwhelming to cook samgyetang and chicken wings in stone pot rice, but you don’t know how difficult it was to make these side dishes.
There were so many things to be concerned about, and at the same time, I felt like my head was going to explode as I was doing all kinds of dishes.
It took a lot of work, so I wasn’t feeling well, but after finishing the dish, my legs loosened and I almost collapsed.
Even thinking about it again, it feels like a miracle that I did all of this.
It’s a combination I came up with because I thought I’d have to work hard somehow, but I’m sure this will become a reality.
Crackle crack.
After eating braised chicken wings, there was no reaction as expected in steamed fish, kimchi jeon, raw vegetables and pickled vegetables.
To the president’s keen taste, it will feel like only side dishes prepared to match the composition of the table.
However, the steamed egg and seasoned crab sauce were more successful than expected.
In the case of steamed egg, unlike Chawanmushi, it was hot rather than cold, and the texture was completely different.
In the case of seasoned gejang, even though it is called gejang, he seemed interested in the fact that there is no pickling process unlike soy sauce gejang.
Both seem to have attracted attention simply because of the cooking method or idea rather than the taste itself, but where is that?
Either way, if the president felt fresh, that’s it.
By the way, it was surprising that the president seemed to have eaten soy sauce crab.
It is said that it is popular in Japan because it is made with seafood, raw, and soy sauce.
Anyway, the president tasted all the food I prepared.
“… .”
silence follows.
The president put down the dishes and wiped his lips with a napkin.
The table is gently pushed down with an obscure look that seems to be looking at a fragile existence that is about to break, and at the same time, ironically, as if it will sit on that top table forever.
The meal is over.
Exactly 30 minutes later, it was 21:30.
I retrieved the dinner table, moved it, and checked the remaining contents.
The rice inside the stone pot was more than half empty. I didn’t empty the bowl, but this alone is a great achievement.
Samgyetang does not seem to be much different from the previous one as the amount of broth has hardly decreased, but the nurungji is half gone and the chicken has holes everywhere as if it had been eaten by a mouse.
It’s disappointing compared to the amount of balls, but it’s still not bad enough.
The other side dishes are almost the same as when they just came out as if they ate one or two bites.
The key was the center of the table, the main dish with the most effort and high expectations.
Stewed chicken wings with red pepper paste.
Only a few pieces of wings, green onions, and crumpled dates and basil remained in the squinted bowl.
obvious difference. 2/3 of the total amount is gone. Considering the amount of food the president ate, he ate a lot.
It’s because I grabbed and ate several times as many of the other side dishes with my hands.
It was a rough guess, but seeing the result like this gave me a great sense of accomplishment.
At least one of the nine dishes was saved.
I’m sure you liked it The dish I made, boiled chicken wings in gochujang, succeeded in attacking Megacorp’s owner, Karin Ishiho.
Is it because he has become accustomed to the physiology of the company and the power of the president sitting at the top?
Or maybe it’s because I got an opportunity to express the cooking skills I’ve had for a long time, and the foods I ate in the old world.
Even though none of the dishes had completely emptied the dishes, the steps to move the leftover food outside were pleasant.
After passing the side table to the secretary in the suit outside the gate, he came back.
What will happen to the leftover food? it will probably be thrown away
Without going crazy, no one would dare to touch the food left by the president.
It was a very bad thing.
Hundreds of thousands of city dollars would suffice to give value to that dish that I didn’t even eat.
In addition to using all kinds of precious ingredients, he generously showed off his high-end cooking skills and was careful about the plating.
It’s not up to the level of a high-end high-end restaurant due to time constraints, but I can confidently say that it is comparable to the upper-class restaurants that the rich can enjoy.
It’s embarrassing, but I’m a former head chef of the best restaurant in Gyoku, so I can add added value.
It wasn’t overrated at all.
The amount of conscientious consideration was just that. Hundreds of thousands of city dollars.
‘Hungry.’
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Money is money, but I just wanted to eat the leftovers. If you give it to me, I can even say thank you.
Whether it was because it had been a long time since I ate my hometown food or because I was sweating profusely to make that hansang, watching other people eat in front of me was like torture.
If I had enough time, I would have filled my stomach with the excuse of looking at the liver, but since I was in a hurry, I couldn’t do it except for foods that I had to try.
very hungry Even though I had filled my meals with a wheat pack at least a little bit before coming.
the world is like this
Chairman of Megacorp, who rarely eats and throws away most of the table that the lower-class workers would scrape away without leaving a single seasoning if they were brought to the condominium immediately.
Even though he made the high-quality set meal, he eats his own rice with low-grade factory-made wheat packs made from chlorella, worm meat, and soy protein.
As I always feel, the cyberpunk capitalist society is cruel.
In a world where you can’t easily get the freedom to eat delicious food, and even the freedom to leave and throw away rice to your heart’s content.
I can see why these days, pseudo-communist parties who say they are new Mecca communists are running rampant.
The world is like this, so socialism is inevitable.
Stand up, you too… !
While pouring out all sorts of complaints on the inside, he walked on the carpet in a manner that was outwardly polite.
Again, he bowed his head and stood in front of the black podium that looked down upon him coldly.
Looking down at me as if dissecting and reassembling me atomically, the chairman of Lee Si-ho nodded.
“It wasn’t a bad meal. Better than expected.”
“thank you.”
“Now let’s hear the story.”
At those words, my body stands still again. Tension rose.
I forgot because I was so focused on cooking and explaining the finished food, but I didn’t come here to prepare dinner.
“Originally, I was going to listen to it with my meal, but it was put on hold because the food you made was worth more than just a bite.”
The president’s dinner was a secondary problem, and the primary problem was yesterday’s incident at Dragon’s Rare.
Conflict with Ned Rudd and what happened with the Schneider family.
Obviously, I had some thoughts on how to explain before I came, but when it comes to reality, my mind goes blank.
It felt like my brain had been washed away because I had been thinking about the recipe too intensely.
“Don’t miss out on anything, let’s talk about it in detail.”
Then Karin Shiho Lee, the chairman of Megacorp ordered me.
“What happened to the Luddite gang, what the people in the bar did that day, what judgments you made and how you moved. All. Say everything you saw, heard, and thought that day.”
Then he added the words with his strange golden eyes.
“I hope the story is as interesting as the food you made.”
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth.
* * *
1:03 AM
dazed
It seems that all the energy in my body has been sucked away.
Kabuki condominium, as soon as I entered my room, I almost sat down and spread out on the plastic sofa.
I used up all my heart and stamina. Oh my God, I’ve been chatting with my mouth for nearly three hours in the president’s office.
In many ways, it transcends existing limitations.
How hard did you play with your mouth about what happened during the day?
Originally, the explanation would have been completed in an hour, no, 4 to 50 minutes, but… The level of detail and detail that the president demanded was different.
So the final time it took was about three hours. It feels like a talk show.
It was not just a word, but the literal meaning of the language.
If I omit or omit something in the middle of a conversation, I find it out like a ghost and ask it right away, and I sweat a lot.
We do not simply ask about what happened, but we also ask carefully about other people’s and my actions, what the motives and causes are, and what is the basis for thinking so.
Anyway, my throat, which had been half-rested from screaming yesterday, is now in a state where no voice comes out at all.
‘… Even in the middle of squeezing out all the facts that didn’t exist like that and drying the blood, I somehow hid something to hide.’
There is only one thing to hide.
Other features of the microchip that we could not have guessed before.
Cyberdive naked.
Digging the Schneider family biometric security code from the root of the net while swimming freely in cyberspace without any auxiliary equipment. And again, he immediately applied it to Schneider’s treasure sword, the obsidian sword Kokuyotoo.
Now that I think about it, things have been so easy that it’s ridiculous.
Even I, who is ignorant of cyberspace and forebrain space, knows that this is a very, very unusual thing.
A microchip that allows verified and experienced net divers to perform hacking tasks in seconds that would otherwise take months with all kinds of auxiliary equipment.
Previously, I felt that the microchip was a reliable corner that saved me from times of crisis, but now I felt a subtle fear because of this mysterious switch in my head.
What the heck is it, it’s not a pearl necklace around the pig’s neck, and why did this nonsense come into my head.
What the hell happened in that lab? What kind of experiment did Milicia do?
Everything is full of doubt and anxiety. Right now, just last night, I had a nightmare full of the hazy afterimages of the laboratory because of it.
Of course you can’t tell anyone.
It was the same for the president, and he explained that a chip in his head suddenly worked, releasing the restrictions placed on Schneider’s katana, and thanks to that, he was able to get out of the crisis.
Fortunately, Karin Shiho Lee didn’t ask for more details about him either.
Thinking about it now, it’s strange.
Everything else asked for detailed explanations, so why did they go on to explain only the operation of the microchip in a lump sum?
I do not know. My mind was complicated.
It’s like watching The Truman Show. It seems like the whole world is cheating and playing with me.
… Fortunately, there is one thing that I learned from this interview with the president.
As she gave me a congratulatory order in the office, I remember what she said.