A Bowl of Jjajang, The Son-in-Law of Jegalse - Chapter 570



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Episode 570 Aunt

The skewers were giving off the unique aroma of lamb skewers along with the steam on the plate I put down.

Cheonma looked at the skewer and asked.

“Goyangyukwan (roasted lamb skewers)? You mean skewered, roasted lamb?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Then, perhaps to help me, my mother quickly came out and explained to Cheonma in a polite voice.

“Holy fire. It looks a little different. It’s a dish commonly sold on the roadside in the villages below Daesan. As Cheongun said, in our area, it costs one copper coin, which is about the same as one iron coin in the Central Plains. You can eat two of the cheap ones for one copper coin.”

I was worried that I might have to pay the price of lamb, but my mother was kind enough to assist.

I looked towards Okso-gyo, wondering if the nosy Okso-gyo would say something else, but Okso-gyo only glanced at the meat over Cheonma’s shoulder and said nothing else.

Mother, you were dispatched to Jungwon, but Okso-gyo is probably new to Jungwon and has no idea about the prices here.

‘There’s no need to argue about price.’

For a moment, my mind was somewhat at ease.

That would be the case. It wasn’t that I was intentionally trying to deceive Cheonma, but because I was making it from Cheonma’s perspective, I ended up making the skewers with the most expensive lamb in the Central Plains.

That’s why the thing that bothered me the most was the price of lamb, but thanks to my mother, I felt like I could get over it easily.

“I know.”

Cheonma nodded at his mother’s explanation along with the answer and looked at me and smiled.

“In the end, it’s just a dish of grilled lamb… Are you planning to fight this Heavenly Demon with simple right fists instead of fancy new martial arts…?”

Just by seeing and hearing about something like Shin Gong-jeol-hak, I thought that a fancy and magnificent dish would come out, but it was clear that it was a monologue to myself that it was a simple, basic dish like stabbing or cutting.

Maybe you think I don’t understand, but I saw a wuxia novel in my past life, so how could I not understand it?

I decided to go along with her monologue as Cheonma had said.

It wasn’t that difficult to pretend to be a master if you used your martial arts knowledge from your past life.

“I am just a lowly cook and do not know much about martial arts, but I know that even the splendid Shin Gong Jeol Haks is just a collection of stabbing and cutting techniques.

That is why we prepared it with the kind of food you would enjoy in Daesan.

You must have eaten it in the tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, countless times, so you will definitely be able to tell the difference.”

As soon as he finished answering, the eyes of the Heavenly Horse sparkled.

She nodded, looking at me with a curious face.

“You are right. Most of the guys in Daesan don’t know that. No matter how great the divine art of swordsmanship is, it is all just stabbing and cutting. Your enlightenment, as a lowly cook, is better than theirs.”

“You are flattering me. I was just stating the natural course of things.”

“Really? That’s natural···. Yes, a dish like a hearty meal. I will accept this.”

‘It feels like a Zen question and it’s fun.’

Cheonma’s answer made me think of that.

If this were a situation where you taste the food, how cool would it have been?

It was probably something like this scene.

A situation where Cheonma and Baekdo Murim’s divine spear Ryu Cheong-un meet in front of Sipmandaesan and engage in a life-or-death battle.

The two, who had fought for three days and nights and had most of their clothes torn, were facing each other on the cliff, and Cheonma, who felt that this was the last moment when both of their internal energy was depleted, asked.

“Now that our strength has been exhausted, both you and I have one last move left. How will our confrontation end?”

“I will put an end to this duel with my stabbing technique, which has been honed tens, hundreds, thousands, and tens of thousands of times by the six masters of the Central Plains···.”

“A simple stab? But if you melt your life and enlightenment into it, it will be great as our last. Alright. Come! This heavenly horse will accept it!”

Then the two of us clashed violently and I heard groans.

In my imagination, the Cheonma holding its stomach let out a groaning voice.

“Haha… This is the first time I’ve ever shed blood….”

As my delusion continued like that, Cheonma, who had finished answering, raised his body that was leaning against Okso-gyo, took the lamb skewers in his hand, and began to slowly bring them to his lips.

Then he took a piece of lamb that was skewered on the end of the skewer and gently bit it with his lips before pulling it off the skewer.

The moment Cheonma takes a bite of the skewered lamb, the lamb fat slightly moistens Cheonma’s red lips.

As the piece of lamb disappeared completely into Cheonma’s lips, leaving behind only a trace of oil, Cheonma’s lips began to move.

Gastrodia elata, with her eyes tightly closed, savors the taste.

Yeong-yeong, Mimi, and Cheong-i were all nervous as they watched Cheon-ma’s lips.

Well, I did cook, but my husband was fighting with Cheonma.

‘This will be something to brag about for a long time.’

I feel like this will be a life achievement.

As I was waiting with a slightly nervous look to see what Cheonma would say, Cheonma’s eyes sparkled and he let out a loud laugh.

“Ahahahaha… I thought it was just a simple power, but I didn’t know there were such hidden changes! I’m satisfied! Can you explain how you made it?”

The eyes of Ok So-gyo and his mother widened at Cheon Ma’s loud laughter.

Perhaps it was a compliment, but this kind of emotional reaction seemed unfamiliar to both of them.

That’s why my heart raced at Cheonma’s huge, satisfied laugh.

Because I thought the results would naturally be good.

And even though Cheonma may not know much about cooking, she can understand something, just like I can understand what she says.

First, I decided to give her a detailed description of the dish as she wanted.

“First of all, to make this dish, you need seasoning, and the most basic thing that goes into seasoning is salt. First, I boiled seawater to make salt.”

“Oh. You boiled seawater and made salt yourself?”

“Yes, regular salt has a bitter and astringent taste, but salt made by boiling sea water does not have that taste.

“I mixed the roasted cumin, sesame seeds, herbs and pepper to bring out the flavor and ground them in a mortar to make a powder. I also added sea tangle and fragrant pepper to enhance the flavor.”

“Are you saying that you paid attention to even the basics? And?”

“We take soft, odorless meat from a sheep that is less than eight months old, skewer it, season it, and grill it.

Of course, we made oil from the intestines taken from the fattened sheep and fried the almost fully cooked cat meat one last time to bring out the rich flavor of the lamb.”

“Fried lamb in oil made from the intestines of a fattened sheep? Oil made from the intestines of a fattened sheep. That must be an epiphany from someone?

Yes, even if it is a simple book, if you add the wisdom you have accumulated throughout your life and the enlightenment you have received from someone when you first open it, you can create this kind of power.”

I went on to explain the process of my cooking in the style of Cheonma, but what would Cheonma think?

Just hear the answer you’ve been waiting for.

Cheonma smiled and finally told me what I wanted to hear.

“Yes, you won. It’s really delicious. You can be happy since you satisfied this heavenly horse.”

“oh!”

‘Ugh… Did I end up satisfying Cheonma?’

As expected, Cheonma’s answer was that he liked my cooking.

When Okso-gyo blinked his surprised eyes behind Cheonma, Cheonma continued speaking.

“It was such a delicious dish that it granted me three wishes as a reward.”

Then he brought the remaining meat from the skewer to his mouth.

Cool victory without having to look at the inventory.

When the mother heard that the celestial peas were delicious, she made a proud expression, and on one side, the wives were jumping for joy.

The wonderful man Ryu Cheong-un who defeated the ‘Cheonma’ with cooking, that’s the husband of the wives.

I’ll probably have to suffer for a few days under the pretense of celebrating this event, but what can I do?

It’s all fate…

‘It’s a familiar pattern···.’

“Cheongun-ah, your mother is proud of you.”

“Yeah, there’s no way you could say Gaga’s cooking is bad! Gaga, it’s awesome!”

“I’m proud of you, my lord. Mimi loves you the most.”

“Congratulations, old man!”

Everyone seemed to be jumping for joy because the game was over, but he smiled at everyone and said.

Because this isn’t over yet.

“Everyone, calm down. It’s not over yet.”

“It’s not over?”

“It’s not over, you say? Old man?”

“Cheongun-ah, what does that mean?”

“Gaga, what does that mean?”

Even Cheonma, who was eating skewers, tilted his head at the words that it wasn’t over yet.

Answered everyone’s questions.

“The cooking is over, but our dinner isn’t over. Dinner is just beginning.”

-Whoaaah!

I grab a handful of skewers and hold them over the grill, the flames rising.

What’s now over is a simple cooking competition.

Our dinner was just beginning, so we had to move quickly.

***

No matter what anyone says, the perfect match for lamb skewers is beer.

If there was one thing that satisfied me while studying abroad in Central China, it was beer.

While Korean beers emphasize a refreshing taste by increasing the carbonation to the extreme instead of using expensive hops, Jungwon has a fairly high hop content, allowing you to enjoy a deep taste.

However, since beer was not available during the Song Dynasty, makgeolli was used instead.

As I was looking for a carbonated drink, the only one that had a slightly tangy taste was makgeolli.

Since raw makgeolli contains a lot of carbonation, I thought it would go well with lamb skewers.

“Have a drink too. Goyang Yukgwan goes best with alcohol.”

“okay?”

“How are you?”

“Good. It goes well with fatty meat.”

“That’s fortunate.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the pleasure of eating.”

There’s no way a martial artist would get drunk on alcohol, and I prepared it to be eaten with lamb skewers, but Cheonma seemed to like it and ate it up without fail.

Okso-gyo and his mother were also holding lamb skewers with happy expressions.

It’s something I eat every day, but it’s especially delicious.

“I didn’t know that a Chinese person could cook lamb so deliciously. It’s so frustrating!”

“Elder Ok, but isn’t Cheongun my son? He is half a member of the Central Plains and half a believer.”

“Oh, really? Anyway, it’s delicious.”

The wives were also showing off their delicious taste by absentmindedly taking meat off the skewers and eating it.

“Old man, I just realized that lamb tastes good when roasted. Lamb is usually used to make soft lamb.”

“That’s right. Normally, it’s made with soy sauce because it smells bad, but this looks really delicious.”

“It’s my first time eating grilled lamb, but I think it’s really delicious.”

Most of the sheep coming into the Central Plains are older sheep.

That’s why boiled dishes are more common than grilled dishes, and as you know, yeonyang is a dish made by boiling old lamb with lots of spices.

That’s why, even though they may not have known about other skewers, lamb skewers were an unfamiliar dish to the three of them, so they felt it was a new and interesting dish.

Because yang is lamb that has been boiled so thoroughly that the meat becomes mushy, it has almost no texture.

“Eat plenty.”

That was how the enjoyable dinner continued for a long time.

A gaze felt as he looks at his wives with a pleased gaze.

I turned my head and looked at the place where I felt the gaze, and Cheonma was wagging his finger at me.

‘What? Are we running low on meat?’

First, I took a skewer off the plate and approached Cheonma to ask.

“Do you need more meat?”

Then Cheonma answered with a smiling face.

“No. I said I would grant you a wish, but I was wondering what you would wish for. Do you have something in mind?”

I couldn’t decide what to ask for earlier, but while grilling the skewers, one thing came to mind.

He answered slightly hesitantly towards Cheonma.

I wondered if Cheonma would listen to this.

“Yes, there’s one thing that already came to mind, I wonder if it’ll be okay···.”

But when Cheonma saw me, he said with an indifferent expression.

“It’s okay, just tell me. This heavenly horse will grant any wish you have.”

‘Is that okay? A woman as tall as a thousand horses wouldn’t say anything else, right?’

Emboldened by Cheonma’s answer, I decided to tell him what was on my mind.

“Would you be my aunt?”

“aunt?”

-Clank.

As I spoke, the sound of plates breaking was heard loudly from the wives.