"The most important thing in fried food is the temperature of the oil."


    "I agree. No matter how well you season it, it''s over if you burn it or if it''s not cooked.”


    The reason why we eat fried food?


    There may be many things for each person, but the most important thing is the crisp texture of the well-fried fried batter and the savory taste of the oil from it.


    Carbohydrates and fats. Chicken may actually be a complete dish, as it contains two fried foods that people feel most delicious and even chicken seasoned with its contents.


    In that sense, Haru was able to assert that the most important thing in frying was the temperature of frying oil, not the contents or clothes.


    170 degrees, the best way to make chicken.


    There are many ways to know that the temperature has risen appropriately.


    Soak wooden chopsticks to see if bubbles come up or if you drop some batter.


    But as expected, the best of all of them.


    Beep beep--


    Beep beep beep--!


    "Oh, the alarm went off. Let''s put it in."


    "This way, too. I''ll fry it right away. Sister, be careful not to splash oil."


    As expected, it is a thermometer that was said to be a product of modern science in the 21st century.


    As the temperature of the oil rose to the pre-set temperature, the thermometer creaked by itself.


    Haru, Yumi. Bonam, Yeyoung.


    Four people, each divided into two teams and stood in front of a large pot-like fryer, quickly began frying chicken.


    Haru and Yumi team had no problem with both of them because they had so much cooking experience, and Ye-young rarely cooked, but they didn''t worry about a day as the person standing next to them was still the son of a chicken restaurant.


    In addition, Bonam actually fried chicken quite well.


    I thought the hand movement was unusual since I started saltning earlier, but I was sure when I saw him frying it now.


    (sighs)


    When the chicken was neatly coated in the heated oil, it boiled to a crisp.


    At the same time, sounds like rain is falling.


    Now you have to pick up the big tongs and keep flipping the chickens.


    Fried food is fried in oil as if boiling, so you may think it doesn''t have to be flipped, but it''s a big miscalculation.


    You have to keep flipping the meat around thinking of grilling it on a grill so that it doesn''t burn.


    "Sir, I think we can get it out of here."


    "Well, that''s perfect. Let''s get it right away.”


    After frying it for five to seven minutes, a golden color came out that looked good.


    Haru, who looked at Bonam, rescued the chickens at this timing.


    Then he picked up a spoon and started hitting the chicken he had picked up.


    If someone who doesn''t know sees it, it''s a sight that makes you think, "What the hell is this?" but it''s a process that makes fried food much tastier than expected.


    Likewise, Ye-young, who was looking at Bonam, who was hitting the chicken with a question mark, asked.


    "Bonam, why are you doing this? He''s acting like a chicken."


    "Well...." First of all, this chicken isn''t fully cooked. About 70 per cent. You have to take it out first, cool it down, and fry it again to make it more crispy. In the meantime, you hit the batter with a spoon to make a crack."


    "Cracks?"


    "That way, hot oil goes back into it, and it cooks better inside. It takes a little bit of work, though. But this makes it even more delicious."


    A few decades ago? Fried chicken hasn''t arrived in Korea yet, and when you go to the market, the cauldron used to fry chickens without fried clothes.At that time, when I went to the market, the owners of fried chicken used long tongs to scoop out the flesh of fried chickens in the cauldron.


    Oil goes in through the flesh, and it''s more savory. To make it more delicious.


    Of course, it takes a lot of work, so it''s rarely done these days, and it''s a process that you can''t even find in franchise chicken restaurants.


    But the fact that Bonam knows this.


    "As expected, Bonam''s father used to be a cook.”


    You said that last time. In the past, when we were still in an unnamed neighborhood chicken restaurant, we just tried to make it even a little more delicious. I''m sure Bonam learned it from the CEO of Seongbok.


    Choi Han-seok sighs while looking at the place where Bonam is.


    What is he thinking now, making chicken with ripe ingredients from his father''s eyes?


    Fluttering--!


    After cooling the chicken, dip it in the oil that was slightly higher than before and cook it quickly.


    The surface was covered with golden wavy patterns, and the savory and salty scent filled the kitchen.


    Fried chicken, which is being completed at such a rapid pace.


    Similar to Haru and Yumi Joe, Bonam and Yeyoung fried all the first chickens.


    "Wow…… the same quality as what they sell." It''s awesome.


    "It''s made of real ingredients."


    "Hey, Bonam. Do you want me to taste this? Huh? Why? Maybe it wasn''t seasoned well. Anyway, you know, right?”


    "Yes, I have to make sure it''s cooked inside anyway."


    Originally, fried food, especially chicken, is the most delicious thing in the world when freshly fried.


    President Yoo Seong-bok sent me so many chickens that I could feed all the children and employees, so there will be no big problem if I pick up a few pieces.


    "Oh, that''s what chicken is for! Aren''t you going to eat?"


    "I''m fine. I just want to see you eat."


    Ye-young, who picked up a large chicken leg, which is the favorite part of Koreans, touched her lips.


    After blowing it out, a big bite was taken, and the moment I took a bite, the clear juices flowed down with the sound of crunch!


    Sour and crispy fried clothes. It''s salty and tender, and the juice that pops out every time you chew it.


    "Wow……"


    "How do you like it?"


    "I''m not lying. This is the best chicken I''ve ever had in my life. What''s this? Bonam, are you this kind of man?”


    "What kind of man is this? Anyway, I''m glad you like it.”


    "I''ve seen it again. You''ve been hiding your power, boy.Can I have one more slice, in that sense?"


    "Of course. Try this one this time. It''s thigh fat, but I like this more than chicken legs.”


    Does praise make even whales dance?


    He looked a little upset until earlier, but he seemed to be relieved instantly when Ye-young smiled brightly with her thumbs up.


    Who wouldn''t like it if someone ate and liked the food they worked hard on?


    "Well, I think it''s going well over there, too.


    "Ye-young looks so happy. She doesn''t usually laugh that much. So does Bonam."


    "I guess that''s fine. Yumi, let''s do our best. I''ll wait for them.”


    "Yes, sir!"


    Haru, who gained momentum, and Yumi were able to fry all the chicken after cooking hard.I''ve been standing in front of the frying pot for hours and it''s completely covered with oil.


    But it was fun, so it''ll be okay.


    When I took a break from putting chicken full of delivery containers, the staff contacted me that the children were ready to eat.


    Harune, who changed his apron, wore a mask and gloves and headed to the kitchen.


    Originally, employees of the Baby Angel Nursery School said they would do the distribution, but it is because they came forward saying that they wanted to serve the food because the day was made by themselves.


    Of course, the goal was to find Hyunmyeong who is today''s goal.


    "Baby angels? Today, volunteers came from far away for our angels. How many times have we met? The volunteers of the Choi Han-seok Foundation and Chef Haru, the owner of the table heaven. Shall we all say hello?”


    "Hello!"


    The children, who filled a fairly large restaurant, bowed their heads to greet the nun at the words of the director.


    Of course, the children''s faces said, ''I want to eat chicken quickly!'' But I think it''s okay because they''re cute.


    One day, with today''s main, fried chicken, I even made sandwiches and salads to eat with.


    Of course, most of the other dishes were helped by volunteers.


    "Give me those chicken legs! Chicken legs!"


    "Enjoy your meal, my friend. What''s your name?"


    "That''s Wooseo. I''m angry."


    "Yes, Wooseo. You have to chew it so that you don''t get indigestion. All right?"


    "Yes! Thank you, Uncle Cook!"


    When I saw the children running toward their friends holding the food tray with a bright expression, I naturally smiled.


    By the way. Where is Hyunmyeong? I''m getting my kids'' food.


    "Well, it''s about time you saw it."


    Haru asked most of the children for their names, but Hyun-myung was rarely seen.


    A situation in which a child could not be found until the food was almost finished.


    A day when I felt something cold, I finally visited the director nun who finished eating quickly and asked.


    "Oh, Chef Haru. The food you made for me today was so delicious. It''s been a really long time since children ate that well. Thank you very much."


    "No, by the way……. Are there any children who haven''t eaten yet?"


    "What''s the matter?"


    "I think there''s a little less kids in the restaurant than I''ve heard before. So I wanted to ask you just in case."


    A well-rounded day. The principal nun, who had been thinking for a while, carefully opened her mouth.


    "Fortunately, I don''t have any friends who can''t eat because they are sick today. There are friends who sometimes run away because they don''t want to eat, so if you wait a little longer, more children may come."


    "I see. I see."


    "Oh, and especially high school children who take care of young children often eat late. You know, young angels are such tomboys."


    "High school...?”


    I''m glad that there are no children who can''t eat because they are sick.


    But the word "high school" caught Haru''s ear.


    Now that I think about it, it was.


    I thought Hyunmyeong would be like an elementary school student.


    Maybe he''s in high school.


    "Then I''ll have to wait a little longer."


    "You can eat first? You can look at the kitchen from our nursery."


    "Oh, it''s okay. But I''m in charge of it once, and I just want to finish it.""Chef Haru has such a beautiful heart. Then I''ll leave it to you. Thank you."


    After the director''s nun, who thanked her with a kind smile, left, one day she wore gloves and masks again and went into the kitchen.


    ''I hope the chicken doesn''t cool down.’


    Take out a few pieces of chicken that were slowly losing its crispness and warmth and fry it again lightly in the oil.


    It wasn''t even this much, because there was still someone who could come.


    I wonder if there''s another 15 minutes until lunch time is over like that'' that.


    Beyond the restaurant, a face peeped out.


    "Oh... I''m hungry."


    You look like you''re really out of energy.


    She was an outward-looking girl who looked about first and second years of high school, and as the principal said, she seemed to have had a hard time taking care of her children.


    The man who rushed to the restaurant picked up the food tray and bowed his head looking at the day.


    "Hello, you''re the volunteer today, aren''t you? I heard the story. The kids are so happy to eat chicken. Do you have any left?"


    "I''ve fried enough. There''s a lot left."


    "Oh, thank God. I usually take care of my kids and come to the restaurant late, so there are times when there are no leftovers. I would have cried if it weren''t for the chicken. It could have been the saddest day of Yoo Hyun-myung''s 17-year life."


    A kid who smiles while acting crying.


    A day couldn''t help but laugh as well.


    "Yes, wise man. I fried chicken deliciously, so eat a lot. For you."


    "Wow, that''s a very exciting thing to say. Thank you anyway. Thank you for the food."


    The boy, who was walking with a brisket filled with chicken, suddenly stopped.


    Then he turned his head around and came up to Haru again and asked.


    "By the way, I heard from the nuns earlier. You said you were a cook, right? It''s also in a very famous restaurant."


    "Do you have any questions?”


    One day, and Choi Han-seok next to him thought.


    "Well, actually, there were a few things. Can I ask you?"


    "Of course. Ask me anything. I''ll let you know anything."


    It''s a little different from the situation where they met. But if you''re a kid with sparkling eyes like this.


    As Yeomra said.


    Done. Looks like we''re done. Good job, Haru.


    We talked about Haru, Hyunmyeong''s dream, dream, delicious food, and hard work.


    A little bit of white powder filled his spice bottle in the table heaven.