Ch.127That’s not why people gathered here, honestly.

“Oh… oh wow, this is amazing!”

When Matsusage Yukata, no, Kurata Toro, was captivated by the fire show, a supporting character’s line came in at the perfect timing.

“It’s good, right?”

“Pardon?”

“The cooking, the cooking. Actually, Minjun’s menu is like our restaurant’s hidden blade.”

“H-hidden blade?”

So it has such a grand name attached to it.

With skills like that, I suppose it makes sense.

Hmm.

Toro nodded his head, agreeing with the supporting character’s words.

“Regular customers come for the owner couple’s cooking, but we come waiting for this moment.”

For frequent visitors,

should I say it’s a special opportunity for regulars?

Following these words, Toro’s gaze immediately fixed on the son’s menu.

‘So all of these are special menu items.’

What should I order first?

While his eyes were darting back and forth.

“I recommend the stir-fried spicy pork, the pork cutlet… and the kimbap.”

“…That’s exactly what’s written under recommended dishes.”

“Haha! Well, isn’t that how it usually is? It’s reeeeally delicious, you know?”

What a cheeky person.

Kurata Toro nodded at the customer’s words and slightly raised his hand.

“Excuse me. I’d like to order.”

“Yes!”

Whoosh.

As Kim Minjun answered, the fire blazed magnificently again.

And simultaneously, the sharp smell and delicious meat aroma wafted through the air.

It seemed like that was the stir-fried spicy pork.

“I’d like the stir-fried spicy pork, pork cutlet… and kimbap, please.”

“Yes! Order received!”

I wonder if size adjustment isn’t possible for this one.

While thinking about that.

“For the kimbap, we can remove ingredients you don’t like. Burdock root, cucumber, carrot… ham, pickled radish, and so on.”

“Oh, then I’ll remove the ham.”

“Yes! Understood. It’ll be ready soon, so please wait!”

Toro smiled with satisfaction at Minjun’s spirited response.

‘This is a good restaurant.’

I can trust the food here.

Toro smiled slightly and looked at the menu again.

‘This should be enough for the main dishes… let’s look at sides or drinks.’

There was definitely no alcohol since it was the son’s menu.

‘Milk? Why is there milk? Oolong tea would be the most standard choice…’

While he was still contemplating what side to order.

“Cheongyang Fire Chicken Tteokbokki is ready!”

Finally, the first dish he had been waiting for appeared.

But.

‘What… what kind of smell is this?’

The first thing he noticed was the spicy aroma that made his nose tremble in fear.

Was it his imagination that the heat made everything look red?

What was certain was that ordering the mini size was the best decision.

“This is it, this is it! Today I’m definitely going to finish it all!”

“When you eat this once in a while, you get crazy energy for the day!”

“Oh, Minjun! There are noodles today too?”

“Yes, we had some leftover noodles. Today it’s a bit like rabokki.”

But the regulars seemed different.

They clapped as soon as they saw the medium-sized Cheongyang Fire Chicken Tteokbokki.

And simultaneously.

“Minjun! Four glasses of milk over here!”

“Yes! Got it!”

With the milk order that followed.

‘So that’s it!’

Toro realized why milk was on the drink menu.

For food like that, you need milk to calm the spice!

“Um, I’d like some milk too, please!”

“Yes! Order received!”

With a crisp response.

Swish swish swish.

Milk, Cheongyang Fire Chicken Tteokbokki, and side dishes were set in front of Toro.

“Uh, excuse me… I didn’t order any side dishes.”

“Ah, the kimchi, bean sprouts, and seaweed are provided by default. We’re a Korean restaurant after all.”

“Oh… so that’s how it is in Korea.”

“Yes, the side dishes are refillable, so please let me know if you need more.”

They even refill them!

Toro was genuinely surprised.

‘Anyway.’

Even though it’s mini-sized, it’s quite intimidating.

Toro gulped as he looked at the Cheongyang Fire Chicken Tteokbokki that filled his vision.

‘It feels like defusing a bomb.’

Dangerous if handled carelessly!

I need to follow the eating method of experienced diners.

Glance.

Toro turned his head to see how the regulars were eating.

And there.

“Spicy! Too spicy! Save me!”

“It’s been so long since I’ve had this! I can’t handle it!”

“Do Koreans really not know moderation?!”

The regulars were spewing pain as if breathing fire.

Despite their complaints, their faces were blooming with smiles.

At the same time, he saw them adding bean sprouts and seaweed to the tteokbokki.

‘So that’s how they neutralize the spiciness.’

But thinking differently.

‘Is it really that spicy?’

It looked spicy, but.

Part of him thought they might be exaggerating.

‘From the outside, it just looks like red rice cakes and red noodles.’

Better to challenge it than keep hesitating.

Steeling himself, Toro grabbed some noodles and rice cakes together and put them in his mouth.

And at that moment.

“M-m-milk! Milk! Four more glasses!”

Not Kurata Toro.

Matsusage Yukata’s true self burst out.

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‘That was really incredibly spicy.’

The production manager,

Aitake Ura, gulped as he recalled the spiciness.

Just thinking about it made his mouth water and his temperature rise.

That Cheongyang Fire Chicken Tteokbokki was truly insanely spicy.

Without a doubt, the number one spicy dish he’d ever eaten in his life.

But the problem wasn’t just that it was spicy.

‘It’s deliciously spicy.’

It had an addictive quality that made you keep eating.

That indescribable exquisiteness was superb.

And on top of that.

“Everyone seems to be struggling with the spiciness, so here’s a little service.”

When mozzarella cheese descended like salvation, covering the tteokbokki completely.

“Yes, this is it! This is what I need! I can’t live without this!”

The regulars were ecstatic.

Munch munch munch.

Even The Noble Gourmet couldn’t stop eating this perfect combination.

‘Ugh, I want to eat it too.’

Aitake Ura quietly licked his lips.

A charm that makes even those afraid of spicy food want to eat!

Especially the crimson color of the tteokbokki was truly exquisite.

It reminded one of the devil’s food.

He could understand why the food of the underworld was described so temptingly.

‘But that’s not the real deal.’

The size of the Cheongyang Fire Chicken Tteokbokki was only mini.

No matter how spicy, it was just a momentary pain.

True happiness always came afterward.

“Here are your stir-fried spicy pork, pork cutlet, and kimbap!”

The camera captures all the recommended dishes from the son’s menu at once.

Stir-fried spicy pork sprinkled with sesame seeds.

Pork cutlet with parsley beautifully placed on top.

Kimbap glistening with sesame oil.

The savory smell unique to Korean cuisine pleasantly tickles the nose.

‘We couldn’t get enough of that either.’

It might sound funny, but.

Kim Donghu’s cooking tasted like memories.

More precisely, it evoked nostalgia.

It reminded you of your mother’s cooking that you had forgotten.

Especially after wrapping a full ssam and putting it in your mouth.

Just before feeling like your throat might block, if you take a sip of water.

‘The combination of spicy pork flavor and freshly cooked rice in your mouth… it’s an insane combination.’

But as mentioned earlier, the problem was that it didn’t end there.

Homemade Western-style pork cutlet, pounded flat with a hammer.

When you drizzle sauce made with the perfect ratio of mayonnaise and ketchup.

A different world of pork cutlet unfolds, one rarely experienced in Japan.

‘And finally, kimbap! Kimbap is truly the best!’

While other dishes competed with intensity and impact.

Kimbap’s winning point was its familiarity.

Never burdensome no matter when you eat it,

A taste you want to pop into your mouth whenever you’re bored.

That familiarity deceived even the light-eating staff into eating three rolls each.

‘Today’s supporting actors are really having a blast.’

Whirr.

The camera focuses on the supporting actors.

But they didn’t even have time to notice the camera.

‘Normally they might accidentally look at it.’

Is it that when food is too delicious, even that doesn’t happen?

Everyone was genuinely enjoying the food.

Like real customers, not actors.

“B-bean sprouts, more bean sprouts and seaweed please.”

“Yes! Understood!”

It’s definitely an unfamiliar taste.

But it feels like a familiar taste,

And beyond that, it approaches like a completely familiar taste.

‘If a restaurant like this was near my home, it would have been really dangerous.’

Toro, no.

Matsusage Yukata sincerely thought so.

This kind of taste was extremely dangerous.

A taste that quickly fattens people.

A taste that makes you feel no regret even if you spend a lot of money.

This was true gastronomy.

‘The destructive power coming from this thin meat is unbelievable.’

Stir-fried spicy pork and pork cutlet.

No matter how much you eat, you don’t get tired of it.

And when your tongue feels like it might go numb from the strong taste.

‘That’s when you go for kimbap.’

But you shouldn’t just eat it plain.

‘Dip it in the Cheongyang Fire Chicken Tteokbokki sauce….’

This was something he learned from watching the regulars.

Adding spicy sauce to the relatively mild-tasting kimbap!

Plus the harmony of seaweed and bean sprouts.

‘I wish this was really my home.’

Toro realized why the restaurant was named “Our Home.”

If there was such a place, you’d naturally want to live as its regular.

In a way, it was a very obvious name.

‘Isn’t this great… isn’t this great…!’

Munch munch.

He couldn’t stop eating.

Despite clearly being more than his usual portion.

Food kept entering his stomach without limit.

‘I thought he was an actor, but was he actually a chef?’

Matsusage Yukata looked at Kim Donghu.

Chew chew.

A thought that suddenly occurred while chewing a mouthful of pork cutlet.

‘But he acts too well for that.’

Why does this space feel like a restaurant rather than a filming set right now?

It was because of Kim Donghu’s presence.

He blends into his role so naturally.

Yet he doesn’t overdo it either.

‘He perfectly understands the characteristics of The Noble Gourmet.’

High-quality everyday acting.

Acting that makes him seem like a son temporarily taking over the restaurant.

‘…I keep feeling an impulse.’

Perhaps that’s why.

For the first time in a long while, Matsusage Yukata felt a strong urge.

‘I want to ad-lib.’

To be more precise, it was closer to ‘I want to eat’ than ‘I want to do.’

For some reason, a menu item marked with two stars.

The item right below the recommended menu, he wanted to order it so badly that.

“H-here, one kimchi pancake!”

He ended up blurting it out.

A moment of silence.

But.

“Yes! Order received!”

Kim Donghu was a professional.

Perfect ad-lib response.

Seeing that, Matsusage Yukata, no, Toro smiled brightly.

‘Kimchi pancake… sounds delicious.’

Today, yes, I’ll indulge a little.

+++++

At the same time.

Somewhere in Korea.

“…So how are our Buldak Spicy Noodles performing overseas?”

“Since it hasn’t been long since the launch, the results are still minimal. We need to wait and see a bit more.”

“That’s not what we gathered here to hear, really.”

A company was holding a meeting, concerned about the overseas expansion of their Buldak Spicy Noodles.