Chapter 453 - At the Mercy of Somebody (3) (2/2)

So, how could Min-joon make a delicious pesce pasta in an ordinary house like A heat for fire taste? Honestly, this was a very difficult test for any chef, so Min-joon ht have been quite embarrassed and upset about Amila’s request

‘He is not nervous at all…’ Aht to herself

Even if he was coh to be a sous chef, she could not understand hoas so cal with an unexpected situation wasskill Probably, Min-joon wouldn’t have had such a relaxed and calht now, if he hadn’t taken part in the Grand Chef or the Paris International Cooking Competition Perhaps all these coh to immediately respond to anycompetitions with only a small number of spectators

Of course, Amila didn’t know that Min-joon already had many experiences with such co a sullen expression as if she could not understand his cookingthis dish

He was occupied with only one thought—h June had the long-ter the best chef, Min-joon’s dream and ambition was always short-ter a dish as delicious as possible, so there could be no food more delicious than what he reen onions in oil Roasting too ht obscure the taste of other dishes, so he took note of that When he brought out the fire taste with proper oil, he put the pre-cooked seafood one after another

Whenever the moisture on the surface of squid or shellfish ca sound arose With the oil starting to sizzle in the pan, he gently touched the noodles that he had soaked in boiling water with chopsticks for cooking The texture that he felt at the tip of the chopsticks was still strong

‘If it’s hard at thisto be a little softer than Al Dente’

It was perfect When it came to pasta, people tended to think blindly that Al Dente was the best, but Min-joon had begun to get out of his obsession with it a little Pasta didn’t have to be in Al Dente state, but it should be in the o ith this soup wasn’t Al Dente, he thought In other words, it would notout the best of fire taste What he had in mind was a sort of chewy texture of the noodles

‘Can Amila accept this?’

Suddenly, he wondered if she would like this kind of pasta, but he didn’t have to care about it It was impossible to think that everyone would always understand his cooking

He poured white wine over the ingredients that he was roasting At that h as his eyes instantly He quickly stirred the pot It was ht on, he had to let each ingredient pass through the fire, so that fire taste could penetrate deeper Then he took out the toround the it over the pan where he was frying the seafood and vegetables

Watching hi if his past was too ordinary but he didn’t care because she would soon find out that although his pasta didn’t look i wine

He atching the sizzling pesce soup for some time He then checked the noodles and put them in the pot with some broth If he stopped there, his pasta would be the perfect Al Dente, but if he boiled it until the noodles and sauce mixed well, it would be cooked as much as he wanted

“Done?” Amila asked

“Yeah, let me put some parsley leaves on it”

“Well, it’s so easy, isn’t it?”

Amilla did not hide her disappointe and experiences, and when she saw the pesce pasta he ht he didn’t hesitate to do it because it was just an ordinary pesce pasta, contrary to her expectations for an extraordinary one But Min-joon understood her

He said calmly, “I’ll remember what you just said You will have to cancel it”

“Well, do you think so?”

Since she had watched hiure out whether he made any fresh or different dish fro a bar chair to the island, he slowly put some pesce pasta on her plate with a few parsley leaves on it

Watching hihed for a h she didn’t expect much from the pesce pasta, she needed to try it to save his face

“Thanks for the pasta”

“I know you will enjoy it”

She was surprised at his casual reply, but it was not unusual, given that he was June’s new sous chef Thinking like that, she was about to put the fork to her mouth when she suddenly stopped even before it touched her lips She frowned as if she found soe Then she looked at the noodles for asmell

She sniffed her nose and looked back at the noodles She could not figure out what kind of smell it was fro the soup with fire taste was not co over it for a moment, she put the pasta in her mouth, exposed to the fire taste of the pesce pasta that would dispel her long prejudices