A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 534
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C.
While I was whispering to Yeong-yeong, the man started cooking.
“Where is the Ningmong (?? lemon)?”
A man who finds a lemon in a basket and takes it out first and cuts it in half.
-Knock knock.
The man quickly prepared a lemon cut in half, then grabbed the already trimmed rat by the tail and slammed it on the cutting board.
-Thud!
Then the rat’s stomach splits wide open.
The size of the groomed rat was about the size of two fists put together, and fortunately, it had been given basic grooming.
If Nana and Young-young had skinned the rat in front of us, wouldn’t it have been hard for both of us?
No, judging from the condition of the meat, it doesn’t look like the skin was removed, but rather the hair was burned off.
I watched the man cook, thinking that next time I eat, I should just eat the meat and not the skin.
-Thud! Thud!
The next action of the man who spread out the rats he had prepared was to squeeze the juice of a lemon cut in half onto the rat meat.
-Squeak. Squeak.
The sound of a lemon being squeezed in the palm of your hand sounds like the scream of a rat.
The man, who had been rubbing lemon juice on the rat meat while turning it over, piled the rat meat on one side and then prepared salt.
-Whack.
The cooking process was simple.
Sprinkle lemon juice to tenderize the meat and season with salt.
It was a simple recipe that involved tenderizing the meat with lemon and seasoning it with salt.
-Whew. Whoosh.
Then, the sound of a blowtorch being stepped on a couple of times was heard, and a bright red flame shot out from the man’s crater.
The man’s next move was to impale the rat on two bamboo skewers he had prepared.
The man who had been skewering rat meat with a practiced movement, placed the rat skewer on top of the flames of the fire pit as soon as they died down and began to quickly grill it, turning it over.
-Cheek.
Flames and smoke rise as fat from the rat meat drips onto the charcoal.
The delicious smell of meat grilling on charcoal soon began to spread.
“Hmm… It smells good.”
“Yeah. Why does it smell so good?”
The Medicine King looked a little expectant as if he was used to it, but the Spear King showed some discomfort at the fact that the first skewer he had ever seen was rat meat.
-Whoosh.
-Chiiiiiik.
A rat that is cooked to a golden brown color, with a subtle fragrance coming from the smoke rising from the oil dripping from the charcoal fire.
What’s interesting is that, like Kaoruju (???, roasted milk pig), a considerable amount of men are careful about roasting it.
Usually, direct grilling in the central region is done roughly, but the man was turning the meat over and grilling it until it was nicely browned so that it wouldn’t burn.
Moreover, the man was holding a dozen rats.
He quickly continued grilling, alternating the overlapping mice with both hands.
[Why do you bake it so nicely? It’s annoying.]
[I agree.]
Yeong-yeong and Chang-wang were now of one mind and began to grumble as they watched the man continue cooking, but after a while, the man put the rat he was roasting down on the plate in front of him and held it out to us, saying:
“It’s done. Come taste it.”
The time has finally come to taste the long-awaited flavor.
First, I accepted the rat meat.
But, because it was my first time eating rat meat, I couldn’t bring myself to put it in my mouth.
‘No, it’s all good, but why is there a head and a tail…’
It was then that I heard a voice from the side.
-Crispy.
Looking to the side, the only person who had already put meat in his mouth was, as expected, the Yakwang.
-Tsk tsk.
The sight of a rat biting and tearing at its body.
The fat that fell from the rat’s meat dripped down the medicine king’s beard and onto the floor below.
“Oh, good. It’s cooked very well. As expected from Joheung High School.”
Well, I never tried it in my past life, but I heard it was delicious.
And it’s good for your health too?
Rat meat is rich in protein and fat and is said to cure frequent urination and nocturia.
First, I asked the man before eating.
“Is this a mountain rat?”
Although it seems like the people of the Central Plains would eat all rats, the rats used in the Joheung Goseo are not the common rats found in the city. They are mountain rats called shanxi.
Of course, in my past life I ate all the rats.
However, the rat eaten in the Joheung region, where Joheung Goseo originated, is the mountain rat from Shanxi.
The man nodded in agreement with my question.
I was worried that maybe it was caught in a back alley, but what the man had brought back seemed to be a mountain rat.
“Yes, you are indeed Ryu Daein! That is true. People sometimes think that Choheung Goseo catches and eats rats that run around back alleys or houses, but that is not true.
When it comes to rats, it has to be Shanxi.
Rats raised in the mountains have strong legs because they run around, and they are moderately fat and oily. Rats found in houses are large but are too oily and greasy, and their flesh is not firm, so they are not good for Joheunggoseo.
No, I don’t know much about you unless you’re from Joheung, but aren’t you Ryu Dae-in, the star of cooking?”
It was good because I sucked too much.
The food I brought was rat meat.
As soon as I grabbed the rat’s leg, I could feel the oily, hot rat meat on my fingertips.
-Squeak.
And when you grab it and tear it, the grease drips down your cheeks.
A little bit, how should I put it?
Should I say it tastes like the sparrow meat I used to eat as a child?
A man who is serious about cooking, Ryu Cheong-woon, who has cooked even rat meat as a dish and has expertise and pride in the dish.
It may be a bit awkward, but then again, as a chef, it’s only natural that I should taste it.
As I put the torn rat meat into my mouth, the rich rat fat moistened my tongue, followed by the mild taste of the meat.
My first impression was that if I hadn’t heard it was rat, it would have felt like a pretty high-quality bird meat.
Any dish that has a slightly grotesque feel like this is difficult to take the first bite of, but once it enters your mouth and tastes good, it’s not difficult at all.
‘delicious···.’
Before I knew it, the leg of the rat I was holding in my hand was reduced to nothing but bones.
“Gaga, is it delicious? How is it?”
“Teacher, are you okay?”
“Cheongun, what do you think? Is it edible?”
Three women looking at me and asking questions.
Yeong-yeong looked at the faces of the three kings and slowly nodded.
“Young-young, this is more delicious than your favorite venison skewers.”
To be honest, Young-young’s favorite venison skewers are just old horse meat in disguise.
Of course, it had to be more delicious than that.
In response to my words, Young-young asked me to cut the meat for him, as he didn’t want to catch the rat with his own hands.
“Then, just give me one point. Ga-ga. Joe, just a little bit.”
Yeong-yeong opened her mouth towards me and closed her eyes.
It seemed that greed took precedence over disgust.
“Okay, I understand.”
-Squeak.
As Young-young had requested, I tore off the meat remaining near the hind legs of the rat I had just caught and fed it to Young-young.
Then, Young-young’s mouth, which had shuddered once, closed, and soon after, Young-young slowly moved her jaw and opened her eyes wide.
“Oh, is it delicious!?”
The question of how rat can taste good.
“Seo, teacher, me too.”
“Okay, I understand.”
Even the shy girl closed her eyes and stuck her mouth out toward me.
Immediately after, when he tore off some rat meat and put it into Garyeon’s mouth, she reacted exactly like Yeongyeong.
“It’s very delicious, perhaps because it has the subtle aroma of charcoal and the meat is tenderized by the charcoal. It’s grilled carefully so that it doesn’t burn, so the skin is crispy and the oil in the middle is really nice.
“Is it because I grew up eating only rice that I taste sweetness in meat?”
As Garyeon’s sentiment continued, a surprised man’s voice was heard.
“Huh, wow, that’s amazing. How did you know? They’re called Shanxi, but they live around rice paddies, so they only eat rice to survive.”
That was when.
-Tuk, tuk.
A feeling on the shoulder.
As I turned my head while listening to the man’s explanation, the king looked at me and spoke.
“Okay, ah···.”
‘What is this woman?’
The sight of the thirties-year-old Changwang closing his eyes and sticking out his mouth towards me.
When I looked at Garyeon and Yeongyeong next to me, they both had expressions of bewilderment.
That’s understandable. Aren’t Young-young and Ga-ryeon my wives?
So I can put it in your mouth, but the king is someone else.
He spoke to the king with a bewildered face.
“Your Majesty, there are so many people. How can we···”
Then King Chang replied annoyed.
“What do you want me to do when there’s a person there? I don’t want to touch the rats, so I’m asking you to feed them to me? Those who grumble will be fine, so just pierce their tongues with a spear.
Ah… Are you saying that people are just making excuses and that they only feed the women who are stabbed with Cheongun’s spear, so if you want to eat it, you should promise to stab me too, or something like that?
Phew… Cheongwoon’s greed for women is really…
It seemed like the King of Chang’s sex drive was about to start, so I quickly ripped off the leg of the opposing team and covered the King of Chang’s mouth.
If you leave her alone, her sex jokes will continue endlessly.
She looks like some kind of intelligent secretary, but she just opens her mouth and spews out dirty words.
‘Surely you’re not throwing a tantrum about having many wives when you haven’t even gotten married yet, are you?’
I’ve never met a man until that age and I’ve only trained on my own, so I feel like something’s wrong.
If you think about it, there wasn’t a single normal person among the Eight Kings.
Her sexy joke becomes quiet as she puts meat into the king’s mouth.
Only then did other people begin to taste it and share their impressions.
“Hmm. This tastes really good.”
“The meat is tender. I was a little hesitant because it was said to be Western meat, but this is excellent.”
“Isn’t the taste of the Bokjiju good?”
“That’s true, sir. Your Majesty.”
It looks like even Po-hyung and Su Dong-po like it.
But King Chang, who had eaten all the meat, spoke in a dissatisfied voice.
“It was tasty, but a bit disappointing. I wish the skewers had been skewered more carefully. Think of the muscle fibers······.”
He waved his hand at Biyeon while leaving the king to his own devices.
Anyway, the king is just a follower and a face madam.
Because your presence here means a lot to me.
It was just a skewer, but I still had a bad feeling that a rat came out of it.
[Did you call? Cheongun-nim.]
[Yes, Biyeon. This time, I will cook from top to bottom.]
[Okay, I understand.]
[Gaga, it’s delicious, but why is it on top and bottom?]
[It tastes good, but there is no special recipe, so I did it from top to bottom.]
[Aha. Then, me too.]
[I will do it up and down, sir.]
As our evaluation results continue to come in, Biyeon takes note of them.
Other judges also shared their findings.
[I’m in the middle. I guess it’s a dish that some people may like or dislike.]
[If it’s a dish that the people can eat cheaply and deliciously, I’ll go with Sangjung. It’s like a pearl in the mud, like pork.]
It was when we had finished judging the large man and arrived at the third stall.
Standing there was a woman wearing a mask, and somehow she felt very familiar.
‘What? Why does it look so familiar?’
He spoke to the woman, feeling very familiar with her.
“Okay, then, let’s start cooking.”
“Understood, Mr. Ryu.”
I expected a woman’s voice, but what I heard was a thick, distorted voice.
The words just came out of my mouth without me knowing.
“Hey, Sister Maeng-hee?”
I didn’t notice it until I heard the voice.
Yes, I thought it looked familiar, and it was a familiar body shape that started from the height and continued through the waist and hips.
Moreover, the chest size is familiar.
I was sure because it was a familiar feeling, even if I didn’t know anything else.
I don’t know about anything else, but this Ryu Cheong can’t be wrong.
The feeling in my hands, which had squeezed countless pieces of dough, and the feeling of touching it once, I could never forget and could estimate its size. That was 100% Maenghee Noona.
The feeling of a full C.
That’s why I asked with confidence in my voice.
“Oh, why are you here?”
Then the woman answered in a panic, forgetting to change her voice.
“Oh, Maenghee? You’ve got the wrong person.”
Sister Maenghee, it was certain.