A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 566



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Episode 566: A Penny of Iron

While the two elders of Cheonma and Cheonma Shingyo and the three daughters of the five great families of the Jeongpa Murim were awkwardly eating, they headed to the kitchen to get the second dish, Cheonma Don-gye.

“Cheongun-ah.”

I hear my mother’s voice from behind.

When I looked back, I saw my mother quickly approaching me from the pavilion.

I guess you followed me.

He asked, tilting his head.

“Mother, why don’t you eat with me? Why are you here?”

That would be the case, since Cheonma had said that he didn’t need to ask for permission while he was here, but his mother was currently accompanying the president of her company.

It may be just an empty promise that you don’t need permission, but even if it were true, isn’t it basic social behavior to act with caution?

It is already a well-known fact that if you call the chairman this or that without any consideration, such as ordering palm time at the first company dinner, you will be fired.

‘If this continues, there will be problems with your performance evaluation, Mother.’

But my mother, oblivious to my worries, came up to me and held my hand tightly.

Then my mother, who had her arm around mine, smiled and said:

“I want to walk with Cheongun, so let’s go together.”

“Well, is that so?”

I was worried, but what could I do if my mother wanted to walk with me?

I decided to try harder to cheer up Cheonma, and held my mother’s hand.

Perhaps it was because he liked the lotus flower that celebrated his mother’s return.

Because of that, I thought she wanted to talk to me, so I put my worries aside and smiled as I turned to the kitchen.

Then my mother spoke to me with a proud expression.

“Seonghwa said it wasn’t bad… As expected, Cheongwoon’s cooking is the best in the world, just like this mother thought.”

Earlier, Cheonma said that eating lotus was not bad, so I thought it was just an expression, but it doesn’t feel like that.

I tilted my head and asked my mother.

“I thought that was just what the Heavenly Demon said, but I guess that wasn’t the case?”

My mother answered my question with a look of absolute no.

“Yes. It’s not often that I get to see the Holy Fire up close, so my mother can’t say she knows him very well, but she’s only said twice that he wasn’t bad since I came to Bokju. And she’s never heard any more praise than that.

So, Cheongwoon can be proud. He’s great. Our Cheongwoon.”

“Twice?”

“Yes, just twice. Oh, now three times. I’ve never heard more compliments than that.”

Cheonma: Perhaps a bit stingy with praise.

But when I thought about it, I thought it was funny that someone as powerful as a thousand horses would praise his subordinates for trivial things.

‘What!? You cut off the neck of the head of the Jeomchangpa review index!? Well done! Well done!’

‘You planted someone in the royal family? Great! Very well done!’

How ridiculous would it be if Cheonma praised his subordinates for every little thing?

It’s funny to even imagine.

If you are a person of a thousand years of age, you should be stingy with your praise so that the praise shines even brighter.

But I still couldn’t shake the feeling of regret.

The soul of a chef lives and breathes within Ryu Cheong-un.

Because I couldn’t be satisfied with just saying it wasn’t bad.

‘Young man! Are you satisfied with just hearing that you’re not bad?’

Although it wasn’t that long ago that Ryu Cheong-un devoted himself to cooking with a passion for it, he had built up his skills with his outstanding talent, and he always heard from people who he cooked and served that his food was delicious. However, he couldn’t be satisfied with just saying, “It’s not bad.”

Saying something is delicious is like a badge of honor for a chef, while saying something is not bad is just a meaningless statement.

Even if Cheonma’s words that it was not bad meant the same thing as saying it was delicious, I really wanted to hear Cheonma say it was delicious.

So I looked at my mother and answered.

“Then, I must make sure that my mother is even more proud of me, and that Cheonma-nim says that it is delicious.”

“The sound of something delicious coming from Seonghwa’s mouth?”

“Yes, Mother. I feel that I must ‘satisfy’ the Heavenly King with my cooking.”

Then my mother stopped walking, looked at me with a longing look, and spoke in a voice that showed she couldn’t bear it any longer.

“How can you become so manly and manly···.

When his mother sent Cheongun away from Bokju, she was very worried that he might suffer greatly due to his frailty, but he was not afraid in front of Seonghwa and confidently said that he would satisfy him.

I was curious as to how he was able to lead all the daughters of the Five Great Kings. What woman wouldn’t fall for such a spirit?

Yes. Try to ‘satisfy’ Seonghwa once.”

The desire to win soars as I even receive support from my mother.

As I quickly arrived at the kitchen and opened the lid of the pot that had been boiling, a familiar, delicious aroma wafted out.

That’s the scent of Samgyetang.

The cooking method, process, and ingredients are a bit different, but it is similar in that the chicken is boiled with ginseng, jujube, etc.

And then I heard my mother’s joyful voice as she smelled the fragrance.

“Hmm. It smells really good.”

“I’m glad your mother likes it.”

I forced my mother, who was trying to help me, to sit down in the hut and poured the last ingredient, Gastrodia elata, into the pot.

-Pong. Pong pong.

Now that the Cheonma has warmed up, you can eat it right away.

That’s because the most delicious moment is when the Gastrodia elata is slightly undercooked and crunchy rather than fully ripe.

“I think it would be okay if I boiled it a little more.”

“Okay. Then, in the meantime, why don’t you talk about other kids?”

“Other kids?”

“Daughters-in-law. Among them, I’m curious about Mimi.”

Mother said she was curious about what kind of people her daughters-in-law were, and among them, she was curious about Mimi.

I thought it was probably because I brought Mimi this time, but my mother continued speaking.

“I was worried about Cheong-i and Yeong-yeong, so I went back to Shingyo last time to check what kind of kids they were, and they weren’t bad kids. They also had good reviews from people around them.

But I’m curious about what kind of child Mimi I saw today is. She doesn’t seem like a bad child, but she doesn’t seem to have learned the martial arts of the Murong family.

Moreover, she is said to be the daughter of the Murong family, but as far as I know, the Murong family does not have any daughters.”

After hearing my mother’s story, I got the feeling that if she had been in a previous life, she would have been a bit of a brat.

It seems like you were doing some background research on your daughters-in-law.

However, since he himself belongs to the Cheonmasin Church, it is natural for him to be worried if his son marries the daughter of a successful member of the enemy faction.

He said, holding his mother’s hand tightly with an expression that said, “Don’t worry.”

“Mimi is a good girl. She saved Cheong-i’s life.”

“You said Cheong-i almost died?”

“therefore······.”

When I roughly explained the Mimi Hamryu episode to my mother’s question, she opened her eyes wide.

When my mother heard Mimi’s true identity, she blinked in surprise.

“Hey, Mimi is the king of fighting!?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Oh, there’s nothing more surprising for Mom, right?”

The mother thought she was just the daughter of the Odaese family, but upon hearing the hidden identity of Mimi, she asked if there was anything more surprising.

If you’ve done any background research on your daughters-in-law, you probably already know this, but I’ll give a rough explanation of the remaining three.

“Yes, you probably already know that Ga-ryeon is the daughter and disciple of the King of Kwon, and that So-so is the daughter of the King of the Namgung family. And that Sister Maeng-hee is the daughter of the Beast Princess, so I don’t think there’s anything more surprising.”

“Well, that’s something I know too. But it’s even more surprising to hear it directly.”

After a short conversation with my mother, I took out a piece of Cheonma with my chopsticks and placed it on my philtrum, and felt a warmth.

Since the Gastrodia elata seemed to have warmed up enough, I scooped up some Gastrodia elata into a bowl.

-Gulp.

-Whoosh.

Appetizing meat served in a large bowl.

The fragrance of ginseng, the luxurious sweetness of jujube, and the unique scent of slightly ripened yam.

I sprinkled green onions on top of the food divided into each bowl and mixed in salt and pepper and set it aside.

“Go ahead, Mother. Everything is ready.”

“Really? The scent is so good, I’m sure Seonghwa will say it’s delicious, just like Cheongwoon said.”

“I hope so.”

As I shared the dishes with my mother and approached the pavilion, the servants were hanging lanterns in the pavilion, perhaps because the sun was setting. The dining atmosphere was no joke.

It was a cold atmosphere with no one saying a word.

Judging from the bewildered expression on Yeong-yeong’s face in the middle, it seemed like she had done all the work herself. When my mother and I approached her with the food, she greeted us with a smile on her face as if she had met her deceased ancestors.

“Gaga! Mother! Phew… Thank goodness.”

I could roughly understand why Young-young was reacting so numbly.

Perhaps Young-young asked both sides a few questions to change the mood, but everyone seemed to have given short answers.

As Young-Young approached me and snatched the tray from my hands, I patted his head.

“You’ve worked hard, Young-young.”

“No. Can I share this with you?”

“okay.”

Yeong-yeong quickly went to the pavilion with a tray and placed Cheonma, his mother, and food on each seat.

Cheong-i and Mimi also came and took their mother’s tray and took it to their mother’s and their own seats.

As the dishes were distributed and Cheonma stared blankly at the bowls in front of him, he explained about the dishes.

“I have prepared a dish to nourish your body since you have been on a long journey. Please season it with a mixture of salt and pepper before eating.”

“okay?”

Cheonma, looking at Oksogyo Bridge at my words.

Okso-gyo quickly approached, seasoned it with salt and pepper, placed the meat of the Ogolgye and the Gastrodia elata on a spoon, and blew on it, bringing it towards the Gastrodia elata’s mouth.

-Ouch.

The sound of Cheonma being chewed can be heard as the meat of Ogolgye and Cheonma disappear into Cheonma’s mouth.

At that sound, Cheonma’s eyebrows twitched slightly, and soon a satisfied voice was heard from Cheonma’s mouth.

“This isn’t really that bad.”

It was probably meant to be really delicious, but it still wasn’t a satisfactory answer for me.

Cheonma looked at me and asked.

“Yes, is there any meaning to this dish?”

I smiled and answered, probably because he seemed to be asking what meaning it contained, like a lotus.

I just made a dish with a similar sound of Cheonma because it was a dish that Cheonma would eat, but who am I?

A person whose tongue speed is so fast that even Mimi, who has the fastest tongue in the Central Plains, cannot keep up with her.

“Yeonhwa is a dish filled with memories of my mother, but this dish is one prepared entirely for you, Cheonma.”

Then Cheonma asked back with an expression of interest.

“For me?”

“Yes, the name of the dish is Cheonmadongye (????). It is a simple dish that originally meant boiled Cheonmadongye and chicken, but this time, I added Ogolgye.

“The reason I added Ogolgye is to symbolize the black clothes of Cheonma-nim, and the yellow soup symbolizes the gold threads embroidered on those clothes and Cheonma-nim’s blond hair. I hope you like it.”

Cheonma stared blankly at the black Ogolgye meat and yellow broth in the bowl in front of him in response to my answer.

“This is cooking for me···.”

Cheonma, who had been chewing on something, nodded.

“That sounds plausible. It’s fun. But there’s something about it that makes you feel dissatisfied. Why is that?”

‘No, did you catch that?’

I was careful, but I feel like Cheonma found out my true feelings.

I decided to be honest about what happened.

“Ahem… Actually, I heard from my mother that the words ‘it’s not bad’ were great compliments. But to a chef, a single word saying it’s delicious is incomparable praise.

“I wanted to hear the delicious words from the mouth of the Heavenly Demon, but I was disappointed that I couldn’t hear that. Maybe it’s the pride of a chef?”

“You said it was delicious? You want to hear that?”

“yes.”

Cheonma smiled for the first time in response to my answer.

“It’s true that you’re a very talented cook, but you’re asking for too much. But I can tell you. I’ll tell you.”

‘Clothes! You’re going to do it?’

I was secretly delighted at Cheonma’s answer that it was nothing special, but it was delicious.

The following is Cheonma’s answer.

“But I can’t do this dish. I haven’t heard it taste good enough to eat it myself.”

‘Oh my. Could you please satisfy me a little more?’

Surely, if it were this easy, it wouldn’t be Heavenly Horse.

Cheonma’s words were filled with pride.

Then Cheonma looked at me and answered with a smile on his face.

“Even though it’s just cooking, you’re being so arrogant in front of me. How long has it been since I’ve felt this way? Great! Then, let’s make it a little more exciting. Bring me some money called Sogyo.”

“Do you mean money?”

Ok So-gyo, who asked back when suddenly asked to bring money, was glared at by Cheon-ma for no reason and quickly ran away.

Cheonma, who was looking at the back of Oksogyo, said.

“You’re so talented, let’s make a bet.”

“Are you talking about a bet?”

“bet?”

“Seo, Holy Spirit, how can I bet!”

People were surprised and opened their eyes at Cheonma’s sudden suggestion to make a bet, thinking that he would at least pay for the meal. Then, amidst the surprised gazes of those people, Cheonma spoke.

“You are so talented that I have told you twice that you are not bad, so if you do your best next time, you will surely cook a wonderful meal and satisfy me.

Then of course I will tell you what you wanted, that it was delicious. So···.”

And then Cheong-yi’s question cuts off Cheon-ma’s words.

“Can’t you never say it’s delicious?”

Cheonma answered that question with a smirk.

“This, Cheonma doesn’t lie. Lying is something the weak do to avoid their own crisis.

That is why this heavenly horse does not lie.

So don’t worry, if the food is really delicious, I will tell you that it is delicious.

And the reason for the bet is to be fair to both of us, so don’t worry.”

“Is that fair?”

“Yes, just as it would be unfair for me to fight you without any martial arts skills, wouldn’t it be unfair for you to fight me with your outstanding cooking skills?”

“Ah, that’s definitely···.”

What he meant was that he was going to be honest in this match, so give him the advantage.

When she nodded, thinking that there was nothing wrong with her logic, Okso-gyo opened the bag he had brought and Cheonma poured the money out onto the table.

-Rumble.

As the gold and silver coins poured out onto the table, Cheonma picked out one of them and placed it on top with a loud sound.

-widely.

Cheonma said, pushing the iron sword towards me.

“I have never used money, so I do not know its value. I only know that silver is more precious than iron, and gold is more precious than silver. And I know that money made of iron is of the lowest value.

Honey, make me a dish worth one iron plate.

If you can satisfy me with that, I’ll grant you one wish along with saying that I’m delicious. If you win, you’ll grant me one wish.”

So, what Cheonma meant was that he was telling people to satisfy themselves with food worth one iron coin.

Is this a quest that suits Cheonma?

Because the saying is to satisfy your highest self with the lowest amount.

He nodded and answered.

“That’s a really interesting bet. However, if I win, it would mean that I’ve satisfied the Heavenly Demon, but isn’t one wish too few? How about three?”

Then Cheonma looked back at his mother and answered.

“Sohwa, I like your son.”

The bet was successful.