People were filming or watching Kim's water through the open windows.

Jong-seok looked at Kim Sook-soo awkwardly. Even though it would be uncomfortable to eat food in the eyes of people, Kim just smiled.

"If you're uncomfortable, would you like to go upstairs?”

"It's okay because it's used to getting people's eyes."

"By the way, Master Kim must be really famous. I heard you're on TV, too."

At Jong-seok's words, Kim smiled and shook his head.

"I don't like the famous tax, but... It's a time when traditional cuisine is being forgotten, so I had to let you know, so I couldn't help it."

"Oh... I see.”

Jong-seok knew what Kim meant. I don't want to go on TV, but I'm on the show to let people know about Korean cuisine.

When we talked, my mom brought tteokbokki and fish cakes and put them down.

"I don't know if it'll suit my taste."

"Hahahaha! It already smells very good."

His mother's face was smiling young at Kim's laugh.

'I can't believe I heard Kim's laugh.’

Hehehe was Kim's trademark laughter in the morning in Korea.

Before eating food on a Korean breakfast program, one always eats with a kind smile.

While my mom went to get some water, Kim looked at the tteokbokki.

"You've got noodles."

"I put in glass noodles because it doesn't seem to be unique to just sell tteokbokki."

"If you've put it in... Did you make the menu?"

"Yes."

Jong-seok was looking at Su-su Kim with a little nervous eyes. There will be a taste.

Everyone who has eaten it so far said it was delicious, but I'm nervous about how the master of Korean cuisine, Kim Sook-soo, will say.

Kim smiled at Jong-seok.

"You don't have to be nervous because you're not eating to assess the taste."

"But I'm a little nervous."

"I guess I'll have to eat fast if I'm going to relieve your tension quickly. Then where...."

Kim Sook-soo picked up a piece of rice cake with chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

And Kim nodded lightly.

"It tastes good. No, it's very well seasoned."

"Phew!"

Jong-seok breathed a sigh of relief at the news that it was delicious. Kim Sook-soo, who smiled lightly at Jong-seok, picked up the glass noodles and put them in his mouth.

"Hmm... you used sweet potato noodles."

"I've used several glass noodles and I think sweet potato glass noodles are the best. It's sweet because it's sweet, so it goes well with spicy tteokbokki.”

"Right."

Nodding his head, Kim Sook-soo picked up a piece of rice cake again, put it in his mouth, and said, chewing.

"And..."

Kim, who was about to say something again, laughed.

"You must have no choice in your job."

"What?"

"I just have to enjoy the food you've served me. You were analyzing the taste without realizing it."

Then Kim said to Kim Young-ho.

"You try it, too."

Kim Young-ho picked up chopsticks and started eating tteokbokki.

'It tastes good. Besides... The only secret recipe is radish, but it's amazing that it brings out this much flavor. In addition, the glass noodles are good enough to soak up the sauce. And this liver... It's really nice.'

Not many cooks serve their own likeness without adding anything more or less.

Kim Young-ho, who admired his liver, looked at Jong-seok.

"I grew up eating my mom's food, and now I have a good taste.’

Kim Young-ho had a small illusion. This liver was made by Jong-seok, not his mother.

Kim Sook-soo ate fish cake soup and looked at his mother.

"The fish cake soup is refreshing and nice."

"Sure."

"Usually, fish cake soup at snack stands tends to be greasy and murky because it keeps adding fish cake, but this soup is refreshing and clear."

"Rinse the fish cakes lightly in hot water before putting them in, and drain the fat."

"I see."

Kim Sook-soo, who smiled and enjoyed tteokbokki and fish cakes, rose up.

"Thank you for the food."

"Oh, I'm glad you had a good meal."

"I'll see you later, then."

When Kim was trying to get up, Jong-seok hurriedly said.

"That old master."

"What's wrong?"

"Hey... can I take a picture of you?"

"My picture?"

"If you take a picture of Master Kim and hang it on the wall here... Can't you?"

Kim laughed at Jong-seok's words.

I'll say, "It shouldn't be a bad restaurant." But why not hang my picture on such a good restaurant? So let's take a picture."

Jong-seok smiled brightly at Kim's words, took a picture of him with his cell phone, and ordered a little more.

"Can I ask you for a picture of me smiling with an empty bowl?”

"Hoo! Yes, you can have it your way today."

At Jong-seok's words, Kim Sook-soo smiled while holding an empty bowl of tteokbokki.

Jong-seok, who filmed it, bowed his head.

"Thank you."

"I'd prefer to thank you for having my picture hung at some good restaurant.”

Smiling, Kim took out his wallet and put down the 10,000 won bill.

"Thank you for the food."

"Oh, you can just do what I treated you."

"Hahahaha! Thank you for the food."

When Kim Sook-soo and his mother, who followed Kim Young-ho, smiled out of the door, greeted them, Kim said.

"My mother is very good at making tteokbokki. I think we'll be doing well in the future."

"Oh, that's what Jong-seok made.”

Kim Sook-soo and Kim Young-ho looked at Jong-seok at their mother's words.

"Jongseok County?"

"I just mix rice cakes with Jong-seok's sauce."

"Ho!"

Kim Sook-soo, who was looking at his mother as if he was surprised, looked at Jong-seok.

"You made the sauce?"

"Yes."

"Hmm... did you learn to cook separately?”

"I studied little by little from the book."

It's not a liar. I learned cooking from the book, so I learned from the book.

Kim, who was looking at Jong-seok, nodded.

"Yes, I see. Come and see me whenever you want something delicious."

"Okay."

When Kim Suk-soo got into the car, Kim Young-ho glanced at Jong-seok and said,

"Come over anytime."

"Okay."

When Kim Young-ho started in a car, his mother hurriedly said.

"How do you know Master Master Kim?”

"I've known him before! And what about my dad?

"I got a phone call and left.”

"Ah! Master Kim packed me refreshments.”

"That before?"

"Yes! Go ahead and eat. I'll do the business."

When my mom opened a box of refreshments and watched me eat one by one, Jongseok stood on the tteokbokki plate and received guests.

Whoo-woo-ooh!

While riding in a quiet moving car, Kim Sook-soo opened his mouth while looking at paintings around Jong-seok's shop.

"You have a nice picture."

"How many paintings do you want to hang?”

"It did."

Then, Kim opened his mouth when he glanced around the distant Jongseok store.

"How did the tteokbokki taste?"

"It tasted good."

"That's the answer as a commoner, and as a master, give your opinion."

"I thought of our rice balls."

The rice balls of Songsanjeong are made only with salt and rice, and ground pork jerky, which gives a point in nutrition and taste.

Jongseok's tteokbokki was also similar to rice balls.

Seasoned with basic spices and red pepper paste, rice cakes and fish cakes were added. It's a common recipe.

Then, I added radish and glass noodles that give a point to the texture.

Although it was a tteokbokki that was faithful to the basics, the taste was harmonized.

In that respect, it was similar to the rice balls of the transport boat.

In response to Kim Young-ho's answer, Kim Sook-soo nodded.

"I enjoyed it. I thought of rice balls, too."

After thinking for a while, Kim opened his mouth.

"It was a basic tteokbokki.”

Kim Young-ho, who was driving at the murmur of Kim Sook-soo, opened his mouth.

"Are you thinking of growing up to be a cook?”

"What do you think?"

"A palate that certainly tasted was a taste that was not easily seen among our heads."

Whoo-woo-ooh!

Kim Young-ho opened his mouth a little faster.

"But it's not a kitchen that can withstand just one taste."

"That's something to raise."

Kim Sook-soo, who stayed for a while, continued to speak.

"It's not a two-time thing to decide."

"Lee Jong-seok is still a student. Take your time and think about it."

"Let's see."

Kim Sook-soo, who nodded, deeply laid himself down in the seat.

'Is Jong-seok still young? Maybe we can take it slow.’

As Kim said, Jong-seok is still young. It is up to Jong-seok to decide what path he has in front of him and what path he will take.

And Kim Suk-soo was thinking of making a cooking path with one of the paths.

It was up to Lee Jong-seok to choose whether to go or not.

***

There was a picture frame in my father's hand when he came back from outside.

Jong-seok sent a picture of Kim Sook-soo on his cell phone and printed it.

"If I had known that Kim Bong-nam would come, I wouldn't have gone."

"Daddy, do you like Master Kim, too?"

"Then my favorite program with my mom is the morning in Korea. And..."

My father smiled while looking at the picture for a while.

"Sooksu Kim's smile is similar to your grandfather's."

Mom sighed small at Dad's words.

"I loved the sound of your father's laughter..."

Jong-seok slipped back to his room, immersed in the thoughts of his deceased grandfather.

Jong-seok, who came into the room, took out his experience book.

When I wrote down the work of the jangdokdae on the transport boat and put down the pencil, a new article came to mind below it.

"Experience in reasoning..."

Jong-seok, who was wondering if he had a mystery novelist or detective experience in his experience book, wrote again.

After writing, Jong-seok felt the dishes again coming into his mouth and chewing.

'I think I feel that experience again when I write it down for sure.’

As he murmured inside, he wrote down, recalling the taste of Jong-seok's mouth.

Although only radishes, peppers, and salt were added to the soup, the refreshing and cool taste brought out the taste of ecology and radish.

The egg roll was also made with only salt in the egg, but the softness melted as soon as I put it in my mouth.

It's amazing that you can taste this much with just the taste of the ingredients without having to season them.

As soon as I wrote, a new article came to my mind.