God of cooking

Chapter 104: Cooking Style (3)

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"Just because you have to cook for your family doesn't mean that you should forget about us. You have to present not only a dish that is for your family, but also one that can be given an objectively high score to survive on this mission."

Jo Minjoon let out a sigh inwardly. This mission was the most disadvantageous for him. In the case of Kaya and Anderson, they only needed to make a familiar meal, but in the case of Jo Minjoon he had to make a Korean familiar meal.

To satisfy the tastes of the judges......In conclusion, it wasn't an easy mission. But of course, just like they are epicureans, they would be able to ignore the likes and the dislikes in ingredients like tofu and rice cakes to a certain point......

It was a mission he hadn't thought about. Because originally, this mission didn't even exist. Was it called butterfly effect? His sole existence changed the flow of the mission..... That made him proud but it wasn't that welcoming of a sensation.

"Kya, chee up!"

As he turned to look at the stammering voice, he saw Gemma half-clenching her fist. The regretful thing was that as her fist was half-clenched, her middle finger was more extended than the others.......But Kaya smiled brightly. More brightly than ever. You couldn't even see a trace of embarrassment from her face regarding her disabled sister.

"I will make you a really delicious thing. Just believe in me."
"Ung, bilive!"

As Gemma did that, all the other families felt that they also had to cheer. It was when Jo Ara yelled "Oppa, you can do it!". Anderson's parents, Fabio and Amelia stared at each other blankly. Amelia said with a voice full of arrogance.

"What are you doing and not cheering?"
"Won't the mother's cheering be of more strength than of the father's?"
"That look of yours was really pitiable so I married you, but it's difficult if you also act like that here."
"What? You confessed to me first. Distorting the truth like this on a broadcast is difficult."
"........I'm fine with the cheering, so just be quiet."

Below, Anderson said with a tired voice. He thought that he would be free of that couple's fight while he was on Grand Chef's house.

Joseph smirked.

"You are still the same. Fabio, Amelia. Your son climbed to the top 3 on this competition. What do you think of it?"
"I'm planning on making him independent if he can't win."
"Huh, and if he wins?"
"I will still make him independent because he will be able to walk on his own. It's on me whether I choose if it would be a good independence or not."
"What do you think? Anderson."
"If both sides are making me independent, does my words even matter? Because I already became independent."

Amelia's eyes became sharp. Anderson got intimidated and turned to look away. And then continued to say in a rather low voice.

"And regardless of what my parents think, I'm going to prove myself on this competition. That's not only to get a good independence, It's because I want to stand on my own."
".......Doesn't that mean that you want to get independent in the end?"

Anderson's eyes shook for a moment. '........Is it the same thing?' Anderson reddened his cheeks as if he was ashamed. Then coughed and turned to look away.

"I have to design the recipe. Don't bother me."
"I'm sorry Joseph. Our child is still a kid."

At the word 'kid', Anderson's brows twitched, but he didn't react. Because it was obvious that if he said something only he would get exhausted. In some meaning, Amelia was more difficult of an adversary to handle than Kaya. Because she was a mother that made you more tired than someone you have an enmity with. Just how steep of a life was this.