[#1: Mask chef and chef Haru waiting in the kitchen. After a while, two disciples appear.]


    [#2: Talk a little about the broadcast and explain why we''re here today.]


    [#3: Talk slowly about the relationship between chef Haru and the mask chef...….]


    "I don''t like it."


    Crack-!


    Seol-bin threw away the script that he had been reading with open eyes.


    The script that fell on the marble table with black patterns on a white background slipped and stopped soon.


    I looked around and saw an Irish kitchen.


    An area that most families can''t even imagine.


    A sink with as many as two, and an eight-ball gas stove. There are two super-sized ovens and soushid machines.


    The living room, led by the kitchen, where Bin could not possibly live alone, was also huge, and there were four rooms that were large enough for students of similar ages, including a dress room.


    Near the oral fairy tale, a penthouse in Seoul.


    Bin was living alone in this place where his parents, who were abroad, paid for him.


    However, Bean did not particularly like this luxurious house.


    Money was already meaningless to her.


    "The fact that I have to speak openly with Chef Haru...…I really don''t like it."


    One day.


    Only the three letters remained in her head for months.


    He stood blankly for a while, saying his head was pounding, and soon picked up the script that had fallen back.


    Now, a week later, it''s a script for the upcoming shoot.


    Of course, PD Kim said, "The script is just a script. On the set, he said, "You can just do whatever you want."


    Chef Seolbin, you can cook whatever you want. Oh, of course, if you''re going to use a unique material, you have to get it. There''s a time limit of one hour. Well, it doesn''t matter how good you are, does it?


    Producer Kim said so with his unique smile.


    Of course it wasn''t wrong.


    If I couldn''t cook in an hour, I wouldn''t be called a chef.


    But strangely, I felt bad. When I talked to this person, my pride seemed to be scratched vaguely.


    Sure enough, it wasn''t long before PD Kim showed his true colors.


    He asked Bin to come out on the show. That''s what I said.


    I''ve watched Chef Bin''s Youtube. Chef, how should I say it? I think you''re a little petty.


    What?


    Bin was doubting his ears for a moment.


    What do you mean, petty?


    No matter how popular a PD is, it was never a word to use to attract someone.


    However, producer Kim was rather confident.


    He was a ratings freak, and that''s why he needed Vienna.


    Voice and gesture that you can only do when you''re really into something.


    And those things have the power to nod for some reason.


    You''re wondering what I''m doing. This. By the way. That''s why I''m telling you. Either hiding behind a mask or behind a shield called the Mitube. Anyway, there''s something you want to say to Chef Haru. Don''t you want to argue about something? I want to play a game! Take off the restaurant armband! Isn''t it like this?-That''s...


    Even though I know it''s crazy.


    Bean couldn''t help but nod his head.


    I''ll lay the groundwork for you. Do whatever you want.


    Do as you please. Whatever you want.


    And I''m saying this because it''s Chef Bean. I personally want Chef Bean to win. Chef Lee Haru.


    Why? People who watch the show would think Chef Lee Haru will win.


    Of course. So, if you break it. Wouldn''t the ratings be huge?


    -Huh....


    All I have to do is take the ratings.


    That''s my purpose.


    Producer Kim was an honest person. There was no hiding.


    That''s why he was a scary person. That''s how confident you are.


    Bean didn''t like that kind of person very much. It''s more of a hate, so to speak.


    Like Chef Haru who turned his back on oral fairy tales.


    How are you feeling now?


    Don''t you agree with someone like chef Lee Haru more than anyone else that they will make sure to take a picture of chef Lee Haru and give him a pressable board?


    It was quite an ironic situation. I couldn''t get rid of the thought of playing in someone''s hands.


    But, nevertheless.


    Okay, here we go. Appearing on the show.


    Bin, the author, knew best that this was the only answer he could give.


    So Bin gritted his teeth.


    Producer Kim said chef Haru said he would bring as much food as he could this time.


    Chef Haru will show his sincerity.


    Because if he loses this time, he doesn''t think he has any more chances.


    I really want to win at all costs.


    "The next week. Find a recipe that is even a little bit more delicious.”


    Her choice is Western and fusion grilled pork belly.


    For the perfect dish of Chef Seolbin, to be made on set.


    "Let''s make it one more time."


    The big kitchen was already full of pork belly oil.


    After reviewing the script, which had already repeatedly been read, thrown, and thrown several times, he picked up a kitchen knife and began to prepare pork belly meat for the kitchen.


    On the side of her kitchen, there was a mountain of cold pork belly dishes abandoned because something was a little lacking.


    It was clear that chef Park Joo-hyuk, who values food ingredients, would be madly upset and try to spread the bean when he sees this scene.


    "I win somehow. Unconditionally, I''ll prove myself right."


    This was her ''best''.


    * * *


    One day. 3 days left?


    "Well, that''s right. Our holiday has been set as the filming day."


    Only 3 days are left before the program shoot.


    Moreover, it was almost 11 o''clock, so it was good to see that there were almost two days left.


    But one day I didn''t really feel a sense of crisis.


    It''s not just because he''s confident he can beat Vienna unconditionally.


    I just... I didn''t know why.


    There was only one thing a day had to prepare for.


    The script was half-formal anyway, and the things written were not important, so there was little to understand, so you just had to have a cooking battle with Bin and prepare a recipe to teach celebrities.


    Of course, now that we have two days left, we haven''t decided what to cook for one day.I have to treat the ghosts soon.


    As always, the menu at the ghost restaurant is the same as today''s table heaven menu.


    Therefore, today is stir-fried chicken with ripened kimchi.


    After boiling the chicken, throw away the water, put the big potatoes, ripe kimchi, and mushrooms in a pressure cooker.


    Even if I intentionally put some effort into it, it was much better because I put in the taste of chicken baeksuk.


    If you eat it with rice with chicken legs covered with red sauce and a piece of ripened kimchi.


    Well, I don''t know what more to say there.


    Haru looked at the pressure cooker containing the stir-fried chicken boiling.


    Now you just have to leave it to time and wait, and the cooking is over.


    Have you thought about what to cook?


    "Actually, I haven''t decided yet. I couldn''t think of anything."


    -Hmm, I see. Haru, you seem to have a lot on your mind.


    Choi seemed to pay more attention to his appearance on the show than a day ago.


    I didn''t know if he cared about broadcasting, one day or both.


    Yumi, who was sweeping the floor of the restaurant with a mop and looking at the two people who were worried, pointed to the day as if it was natural.


    "But the old kimchi stir-fried chicken that you made today. It was unbelievably delicious! The customers also eat two bowls of rice. That''s why I bought rice in the middle. The rice is so good."


    "I did. I was surprised because the response was better than I thought."


    "I mean, wouldn''t it be easy to beat Bin by just taking out this chicken soup? You''re Chef Haru!"


    It''s a day. Bean will win very easily.


    So don''t worry. I''m not worried either.


    Yumi shouted with confidence, straightening her chest.


    A word that can be deceitful and arrogant if you miss it a little bit.


    But one day knew best that it was true.


    Haru, what do you think?


    "If an empty chef just brings the luxurious, expensive food he''s been doing, it''ll definitely taste good. But I''m going to be criticized for not meeting the purpose of the program."


    Of course, you can''t just bring delicious food with limited price.


    Because this restaurant is about celebrities doing business in America.


    Of course, the dishes sold are not too expensive. It''s just a bunch of folksy dishes.


    The main dish is pork belly gimbap. That''s why.


    This foreign war also takes place in a way that does not deviate too far from the ''ordinary'' framework.


    If you bring a restaurant-class dish there again?


    "It''s crazy. How many times have you been hit so far? I don''t think I''ll do that unless Chef Bean has a head."


    "Well, boss, that probably means you''re going to bring something that''s a little bit more common-class."


    "Then I''ll win."


    Haru answered calmly.


    Because he was confident.


    Even if Yumi has to carry this chicken stir-fried soup right away, Bin will be able to win.


    I had such confidence.


    By the way, Haru. Last time, Bin said that in his own video. ''This time I''ll do my best. I''ll prepare the best dish I can''. I think that''s what you meant.But that''s why the day hasn''t decided on cooking so far.


    Choi Han-seok sighed and looked at the day.


    - Just, let''s not get complicated. Let''s do as we always do.


    "What do you think, Chef?"


    Well, if I were you, I''d probably just take the most delicious dish I''ve ever had. Isn''t that polite? About the person who did his best even though it was crooked. It''s the best.


    The best is the best.


    The words stuck in my heart of the day.


    "It''s the most delicious dish I''ve ever had."


    It came to mind at the same time.


    Haru''s eyes turned to the stir-fried chicken, which was boiling in the pressure cooker.


    As a child, I remembered the night when I was cold and hungry.