Man's business was very difficult. It was most difficult to tell these people apart from those who made money, those who did not make money, and those who ate my money.

There were times when someone who thought it would be money wanted for my life, and sometimes someone who thought it would eat my money risked his life to save my life... ...

"Jong-seok! Have dinner and sleep."

Lee Jong-seok, who woke up from a dream at the sound of his mother singing outside, pressed his head with his hands.

'Yes! It's the head.

Lee Jong-seok had a headache as if he had been reading a book for days. Maybe it was like a headache from accepting the merchant's experience as a dream.

When I dreamed of becoming a chef, I felt tired, and when I dreamed of becoming a scholar, I felt refreshed.

And I had a headache when I dreamed of a merchant. Each experience had different characteristics that occurred in the body.

Lee Jong-seok, who pressed his head with his hands for a while, raised himself

"What time is it?"

Looking out at Lee Jong-seok, his mother said while setting the table.

"It's past seven.”

Lee Jong-seok, who nodded at the word "seven o'clock," sat at the table.

"Did my son sleep well?”

After seeing the test results, she was a laid-back mother.

"Yes."

Mom put the side dishes on the rice and put down the saucepan. Whenever he eats, Lee Jong-seok looks at his liver again and puts it next to him.

Lee Jong-seok, who was tasting the soup and looking at the table, suddenly said.

"Shall we sell other menus?”

"Other menu?"

Lee Jong-seok said as his parents looked at him.

"It's not going to be a good business since it's vacation, so wouldn't it be okay to make a different menu or make a tteokbokki sauce and sell it?”

At Lee Jong-seok's words, his mother stroked his head as if she was proud of him.

"Our Jong-seok worried about his family. But don't worry. Where have you been on vacation once or twice, you don't care about the housework and just study as hard as you do now."

"Yes, Jong-seok only studies."

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching them at his parents' words, nodded silently and ate.

After a simple meal, Lee Jong-seok, who made the stir-fried rice cake sauce, came into his room tomorrow.

'I'll just have to think about something that can help me at home.’

Lee Jong-seok, who had that thought, sat at his desk.

Now that I've had dinner, I'm trying to write down what happened today in my experience book.

Lee Jong-seok was amazed by the fact that he met the principal.

'There's something special about writing down experiences, too.'

When I wrote down my experiences in my experience book, I felt as vivid as I was going through it now.

It's as if hand-written things are happening again in your head now.

Does the Experience Book want to get my own vivid experience?’

Lee Jong-seok, who mumbled inside while writing a diary in his experience book, put down his pencil.

The writing quickly appeared and began to vomit out the experience. And finally, a new article appeared.

Lee Jong-seok's face was puzzled by the fast-paced writings.

'My personal connections have been included in the Experience Book?’

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, wrote.

Lee Jong-seok's eyes glistened at the answer to his experience book.

'I guess I was right.

When guiding while spreading the ball, induction technology naturally came out.

And when I made the food, I thought of the ingredients and taste that I knew.

Food ingredients that Western chefs would not know, and induction techniques that Bachelor would not know.

So I had this hypothesis. Experience from experience books is based on one's own experience.

And now the experience book has given me an answer.

The writer's experience... My experience is the basis.'

Lee Jong-seok smiled. It was good to find out one thing about the experience book, and it was good to get a lot of experience.

It was a good thing anyway.

Lee Jong-seok, who was looking at the experience book with a smile, took out a piece of paper and wrote.

What I can sell, cooking, calligraphy... I don't think it's worth selling my handwriting yet.

So, cooking... Tteokbokki sauce?

No, there aren't many places around here that only serve tteokbokki. Besides, the restaurant that specializes only in tteokbokki is going to be a bit of a business... It's hard to make a profit by just selling tteokbokki sauce.

Lee Jong-seok's hand, writing on paper, was moving fast. It's not like you're writing it, but like someone else is writing it.

'If I ask, it seems like someone else is giving me an answer. Is it a merchant's experience?'

Lee Jong-seok, muttering inside and looking at the paper, stroked his chin. Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, wrote on the paper.

When asked, Lee Jong-seok's hand moved again.

'You must have used my hand to answer from the merchant's experience.'

Lee Jong-seok, who wrote down various dishes that came to mind, sighed.

There were many dishes that came to mind, but they were uncomfortable to sell at snack bars and cost of ingredients.

The cheapest and best-to-make food is what Western commoners, like corn soup, eat... It didn't go well with the snack bar.

'What should I sell? Once I make it, I like food that doesn't take a lot of care. "Food that I can sell even when I go to school. I mean, if I season and cook at night, it's a simple food that can be sold the next day, and everyone will like..."

While thinking for a while, Tteokbokki came to my mind.

'Tteokbokki....'

It is definitely the best-selling menu at Lee Jong-seok's snack bar. But it doesn't have any features.

Except it's delicious.

Shall we go eat tteokbokki?

Tteokbokki? Is it good?

It's delicious.

What kind of tteokbokki is it?

It's just tteokbokki.

Hey, tteokbokki is just tteokbokki. Let's eat something else.

It would be like this if you talk to Kim Young-woo. Tteokbokki is a taste that everyone knows.

So even if you know it's delicious, it's not enough to go and eat it. But...

Lee Jong-seok drew a line in the part of his writing that was just tteokbokki.

Sweep!

'What if it's not just Tteokbokki but Tteokbokki with characteristics?’

(

) Tteokbokki.

The La enemy was lost in thought by Lee Jong-seok for a while.

"If it's a distinctive tteokbokki... People could come and see you. So what characteristics would be good?"

Lee Jong-seok's head began to think of ingredients to match the taste of tteokbokki.

'First of all, meat is too expensive. It's good to have a lot of cheap stuff.’

Lee Jong-seok, who had been thinking about it for a while, had an ingredient in his head.

"Cotton?"

Certainly, the amount of glass noodles is high and cheap. In addition, you can soak it in water and use it, so you can cook it slightly before you put tteokbokki in it.

'The problem is that noodles drink a lot of water.’

But that doesn't matter either. Just add as much water as you eat and add as much sauce...

"Let's make it."

Lee Jong-seok, who woke up with his thoughts, went to the kitchen and started making tteokbokki.

"Son, why the sudden tteokbokki?"

"I'm trying to make a menu."

"Tteokbokki?"

"Dangmyeon Tteokbokki."

"Tteokbokki with noodles... Don't you have?"

"There's no place around here, though. And it'll taste good with glass noodles.”

"Soup noodles are delicious..."

At her mother's words, Lee Jong-seok smiled and added glass noodles soaked in water in tteokbokki.

'Cotton absorbs the sauce. If the sauce is delicious, the taste of glass noodles goes up.’

Thinking like that, I waited for Lee Jong-seok to absorb the sauce.

It absorbs more sauce than I thought.’

I grabbed a lot of water for noodles, but the soup ran out of stock before I knew it.

Lee Jong-seok, who was watching tteokbokki for a while, started eating noodles and rice cakes.

'Try.'

The sauce on the glass noodles got on well, but it was a bit salty. And...

'There's something missing in the texture.'

Lee Jong-seok, who was thinking for a while, nodded. I knew what was lacking in this glass noodles tteokbokki.

'The amount of water, the concentration of the sauce, and the texture of the noodles... If I catch this well, I will not eat it if I have it, but I will come and eat it will be tteokbokki.’