A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 567



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Episode 567: Roasted Lamb Meat

“Gaga, are you crazy!? Gaga, you idiot, you moron! Why are you making a bet with Cheonma!? Do you think Cheonma will win and do what you want him to do!? Winning and losing are also Cheonma’s feelings!”

“Oh, that’s right, my lord. Why did you do that! Mimi is so worried, she’s going crazy!”

“Old man, I’m worried just like you! What do you mean, a bet all of a sudden?”

As soon as I finished dinner and reached the kitchen, my wives’ nagging erupted like a giant dormant volcano.

During mealtimes, he held back his words, but as soon as he arrived at a place where Cheonma and his mother were not present, he started pouring out all the words he had been holding back.

My wives were talking passionately and holding me back from all sides.

Well, it was probably natural since he was making a bet with none other than Cheonma.

‘This chef’s pride…’

To be honest, it was right not to make a bet with Cheonma, but honestly, the gains would be so great that it was hard to refuse.

If I asked him to attend my wedding in secret after winning, I thought the wedding would go quietly.

He responded to his wives’ fuss with a smile.

Well, I’ve already decided to make a bet, so there’s no way I can turn it down.

“Young-Young, you clearly said you were a good horse, so why are you so worried? Were you wrong?”

“Four!? Oh, no, that’s because… He’s a kind-hearted demon, but… T, T, but.”

Young-young’s logic is immediately suppressed by Young-young’s logic.

Cheong-i added an explanation that Cheong-i could understand.

It’s hard to convince a smart Cheong-i, because if you tell him a story that’s convincing enough, he’ll back off quickly.

“Cheong, don’t worry too much. I just wanted to accommodate you a little since you said you wanted to come out to the Central Plains and do something fun.

And from what I’ve heard, he seems like a fair person. Don’t you think so too, Mr. Cheong?”

“That’s true, but···.”

Although it doesn’t look like much, it’s not wrong, so Cheong takes a step back from the trivial question.

That would be the case, since my question contained several questions.

If Cheonma hadn’t asked for the advantage, you might think that he wouldn’t be convinced by the match or that he would arbitrarily decide whether it was ‘delicious’ or ‘not delicious’, but if you listen to Cheonma’s story, it’s a situation where he asked for the advantage because he was at a disadvantage.

He said that he would sincerely accept this match and that he would do it fairly, so Cheong-i would naturally agree.

Asking for an advantage means asking for compensation because you might lose.

Furthermore, he had heard Cheonma’s thoughts that lying was something only the weak did, and if he thought about it from the perspective of a strong person, he would have thought that Cheonma would not change his thoughts over trivial matters, so he quickly accepted what I said.

‘Then, a woman as wealthy as a thousand horses wouldn’t do that over a trivial bet.’

Finally, he smiled and asked Mimi, who was left behind.

“Mimi, do you really think I’ll lose to cooking? This Ryu Cheong-yun who satisfied the tongues of the dragon, the emperor, and the empress dowager?”

“Huh!? Oh, no. That’s absolutely not it, my lord. I, I was just worried…”

Mimiya is a person who worries a lot due to the nature of her job, but if you relieve her of that, she tends to become more docile, so when I showed off my skills, she quickly became docile.

Survival tips learned from living with six wives.

‘This is a customized strategy. Haha.’

That was when we were sorting out our concerns among ourselves, each in a way that suited them.

My mother appeared on the road leading to the pavilion.

Contrary to the wives’ concerns, my mother quickly came over, grabbed my hand, caressed my cheek, and expressed her delight.

“Our Cheongun, who would have grown up to be such a great man? To make a bet with Seonghwa? Isn’t it an honor for the family? Try hard.”

It was nice to see his manly appearance, and I felt like I fell in love with the way he made a bet with the company president.

The wives laughed awkwardly at that sight.

My mother seems to be convinced by my explanation, and although she doesn’t seem to know much about Cheonma, she doesn’t seem to be expressing any great concerns, so it seems like this bet isn’t all that dangerous.

Then, Yeong-yeong, who had become mute after hearing my kind words, clenched his fist and shouted.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s like this anyway. I’ll definitely win! What’s the big deal, just win?”

As expected, Young-Young is quick to change positions.

At Young-Young’s words, the other wives also clenched their fists.

“Yes, that’s right. Your Majesty’s cooking is the best in the world.”

“Yes, old man. We will win. Us!”

“Yeah, then wouldn’t you be my person?”

It was a strategy for conquering Cheonma, starting from the tongue of the martial arts world, Light Now.

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He asked his wives, who were lying in their quarters in the middle of the night, their heads resting on their arms and chests.

“But do you have to sleep like this?”

“Why, Gaga? Doesn’t it remind you of the past and make you feel good?”

“Oh, that’s when you were here. Sister Young-young? Before you met Mother?”

“Yeah. Well, it’s Mimi instead of Soso now. Hehe.”

“That’s right. I’ve only ever seen you sleep like this, my lord, but now that I’ve tried it myself, I think I know why you sleep like this. I wish I could sleep like this sometimes, even when I go to a bar. It’s fun because we all sleep together.”

Wives who keep chattering about what’s so great about it.

The wives were all excited and had fun, remembering the time when they took Cheong-i, So-so, and Yeong-yeong to Lake Baikal to cure Cheong-i’s illness.

“No, the Heavenly Horse isn’t going to attack at night···.”

When I asked if it was really necessary to sleep like this, Cheong-i, Yeong-yeong, and Mimi of the chest looked at me and smiled faintly and answered.

“It’s not because of that. It’s because we want to sleep like this.”

“That’s right, my lord.”

“You don’t hate it, do you? Gaga?”

No, honestly, I felt less burdened than before.

I don’t know what Cheong-i did, but I felt almost no burden on my chest.

But somehow this situation feels stifling?

As I was smiling awkwardly, I heard Young-young’s question from my left ear.

“By the way, Gaga, what kind of food are you planning to make? It seems like there aren’t many dishes that you can make with just one iron plate. What could there be?”

“No, Young-young, if you think about it, it’s not that little. Allowance and grilled shrimp? Grilled fish costs about the same? Tofu is also sold for about the same?”

“But you can’t win with that, Sister.”

As Mimi said, there were quite a few things that could be bought with just one iron coin from the Song Dynasty.

A block of tofu, a candy shaped like an animal, and a skewered piece of grilled fish or grilled shrimp.

There you can buy all sorts of snacks, like skewers of horse meat that are fraudulently sold as venison.

Well, when there are a lot of croakers caught, you can buy three or four croakers with one iron pole, so there are things like that.

“Well, it would be hard to win by giving up just one block of tofu, right?”

“Gaga, what are you thinking about?”

“That’s right. I wonder what you will make.”

The wives seemed very curious about what I would make for the bet, and the three of them answered with smiles.

I already have a plan for what to make, but I just want to play around with it.

“It’s a secret.”

“yes?”

“It’s a secret?”

“What is it, my lord? Why is it a secret?”

Then the angry wives started to pounce on me.

“Let’s stick together and not let go until you answer!”

“Yes, Young-young. Stick to me!”

Yeong-yeong and Mimi, who cling tightly to each other, and Cheong-i, who looks like she’s having fun, lying on their chests and locking eyes with them.

He answered with an expression that suggested he had surrendered to the pressure to speak quickly.

“Oh, I understand. I will answer. I will treat you well.”

“Official?”

“A coffin?”

The Chinese character for skewer is gwan (?), which means skewer, just like its appearance.

When I said I would treat her to skewers, Cheong-i nodded and asked.

“If you’re a coffin maker, you can certainly make a dish that’s worth the price, but what kind of skewers do you plan on making and selling? Old man?”

“That’s right. There are many types of coffins. Ga Ga.”

“What kind of coffin is it?”

He answered the three questions with a smile.

“In a competition like this, it’s best for the eater to compete with dishes that can be clearly compared.”

“Can we compare?”

“Yes. Think about it. Let’s say I serve Cheonma a dish he has never tried before. Since it is an unfamiliar dish, he will not be able to properly taste it, and he will not be able to tell whether it is delicious or not.

And if there were any ingredients that Cheonma dislikes in it, wouldn’t that be a disaster?

So, we have to compete with dishes that are familiar to Cheonma, but are also delicious.”

Originally, in this type of cooking competition, the way to make a clear impact is to serve a dish that is completely different from the dish in the eater’s memory, rather than a fancy and new dish.

Eating a dish for the first time can be unpleasant, and if you don’t know what Cheonma likes or dislikes and put in an ingredient he doesn’t like, it’s just a minus.

So, if my opponent was Korean, I would have naturally cooked something related to rice.

Because we eat it every day and are very familiar with it, it is quick to compare tastes, and with just a little technique, we can create many variations and tastes.

“Oh, then what kind of ingredients would be familiar to Cheonma?”

“What does Cheonma eat every day?”

Yeong-yeong and Mimi tilt their heads at my answer.

Cheong-i answered the two’s questions with wide eyes.

“Could it be sheep meat?”

As expected, Cheong.

As expected, Zhuge Qing figured out the answer by combining my little hints.

He nodded to Cheong-i’s question.

“That’s right. I’ll make a dish with lamb.”

The reason I came up with this dish at Cheonma’s suggestion is because, although Cheonma is of Western blood, she lives in Xinjiang, which means in her previous life, she was in the Xinjiang Uyghur region.

So, it was natural that Cheonma’s staple food would be lamb.

It was a certain story, because the warriors of the Cheonmasingyo who had previously been dispatched to the main house with the mother ate a lot of lamb.

It would be lamb, which Cheonma was accustomed to eating, so it would be the best ingredient to compare the tastes with.

“But isn’t lamb expensive?”

“That’s right, my lord. Lamb is expensive, so would you like it on skewers?”

Then, Young-young opened his eyes wide and asked, “What about my lamb?”

As Yeong-yeong said, the price of one sheep in Song Dynasty was so high that it was worth four or five silver coins.

But it didn’t matter.

The meaning of the iron plate suggested by Cheonma is to satisfy yourself with a low-value dish, not to make you a real iron plate meal.

Tianma lives in Xinjiang, which is a different country in this era, and even has a different cultural sphere.

Let’s say I made a seafood-only dish here. Since there is no sea where Cheonma is, seafood must be very rare, so would Cheonma be easily convinced by the result?

Lamb would be a low-value ingredient by Cheonma’s standards, so lamb would have been a better ingredient.

‘It’s natural to think from the perspective of the person eating. Of course.’

In short, I thought the point of this bet was whether I could sufficiently satisfy the tongue and thoughts of the Heavenly Horse, and the actual price was a secondary issue.

“Since the area around Sipmandaesan where Cheonma is located is a place where lamb is cheaper than pork, lamb would be a much better option for convincing Cheonma.”

“Lamb is cheaper than pork!? Wow, this is a place I definitely want to visit sometime.”

Yeong-yeong was shocked to hear that lamb was as cheap as pork.

Yeong-yeong, who had been looking blank and drooling at the corner of her mouth as she thought of the mountain of lamb, came to her senses and asked again.

“Then, the dish that Gaga will make is lamb sashimi?”

“Yes, what I’m going to make is a cat nursery.”

Grilled lamb chops.

Grilled lamb skewers.

That’s why it’s called lamb skewers.

The one dish I prepared was lamb skewers.

‘I’m thinking of a cold beer and lamb skewers…’