I Got the Almighty Tongue - Chapter 144



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144 You are not qualified

[Did you all watch Master Chef this week?]

└I was watching TV and something made me feel touched. Ella, who was like a baby, has grown up a lot.

└Dominic has also changed a lot. He had a unique aggressive aura, but I saw him kindly explaining things to the participants. Can a person change this much in a year?

└The teamwork in the kitchen was awesome. I thought these were real chefs. How frustrated must Gordon have been?

└It’s already been a year. It was really fun when Shin Je-hee was here.

└Wasn’t that little Asian female chef cute?

└You thought about that too. I searched because your taste was exactly right. He’s a Korean chef with a CIA background.

└I thought this kitchen would be peaceful without any subordination. Wouldn’t the newbies all be humble when they see the size and arm muscles of Sous Chef Sam?

└I wonder if it’s possible to make a dish in just a few minutes. Didn’t they give you an hour each during the competition?

└It’s not fair to compare professionals with amateurs. Those people are current chefs working at top restaurants.

“What? Are you still looking at it?”

Paul passes by and looks at Jack’s laptop screen, scolding him.

“I love it. Did you know that for the past two weeks, our program has barely been mentioned in the Reddit community? Now, it’s all about us. I had no idea it would work this well.”

Jack smiles happily as he drinks his coffee.

“In my opinion, I think Chef Shin Je-hee chose the wrong profession. If she had been a broadcasting station PD or writer, she would have earned more than she does now. She definitely has insight. She just reveals everything without hiding anything, which makes me feel relieved.”

Paul also lost 5 kilos while filming this season, and it was due to stress.

“We also need to start preparing for the next round. The new chef has made it clear that he will only appear on this competition. I was going to try to coax him to appear on a few more shows, but the restaurant is too busy.”

“It’s a shame. I wanted to use the restaurant’s screen a little more because it has good visibility. Even if it’s not here, I should definitely try to recruit them when I do another show.”

“I was thinking about that too.”

To the two of them, Shin Je-hee was a true golden goblin. There seemed to be an endless amount of things to pluck from.

* * *

“Honey, I got an invitation. What is it?”

Olivia, who was checking her mailbox in the morning, found a letter in a fancy envelope and asked her husband about it.

“Hmm? It must be an invitation to a charity party. Give it to me.”

Hayden ran a fairly large distribution company in New Jersey. As part of her business, she often attended charity parties, so she took the letter from her and opened it with a cold expression.

[To Hayden Wilson.

Hello. I am Shin Je-hee, the head chef of Segreto. This time, the Master Chef US competition will be held at our restaurant. We would like to invite guests who are familiar with Segreto’s cuisine and ask them to judge it, so if possible, please attend.

“honey?”

Her husband’s expression as he read the letter was unusual. Olivia looked at his face with concern and asked.

“Oh! You know that TV show? Master Chef or something.”

“Of course I know!”

“They want me to be a judge for the competition there. It’s supposed to be held in Segreto, and I’m very sensitive to taste.”

Olivia noticed that her husband’s expression had changed. It had been the same look he had when he had signed an unexpectedly big contract a few years ago.

“When is the date?”

“It’s this Friday.”

“Didn’t you say you had a business trip that day?”

“Hahaha. Don’t worry about that. I can put it off for now. No one can properly judge someone like me. This is a letter written by Chef Shin Je-hee herself. Would you ask just anyone to do this? It would be rude to refuse.”

Hayden quickly folds the letter, puts it in an envelope, and puts it in his suit pocket. He has always been serious about food and is proud of his taste. But a famous chef with an absolute sense of taste had sent him a letter specifically targeting him.

Jehee sent out invitations to a moderately selective group of guests, both picky and tolerant. Jehee simply sent out invitations thinking that it was an event that the guests would enjoy, but they took it as a compliment to their tastes and palates.

‘I need to sharpen my sense of taste. First, I need to quit smoking for a few days and not eat too strong food.’

Jehee didn’t know that his letters had the side effect of making the guests overly immersed in their roles.

* * *

It’s 8pm on Wednesday evening. I managed to get off work on time again. And as soon as I open the door and enter the house, I press the remote control.

“Phew. It’s not too late.”

The opening of Master Chef was just beginning.

[Welcome to MasterChef Kitchen.]

The highlights of the previous episode flash by in quick succession, and the faces of the ten nervous contestants are zoomed in on the screen one by one.

[Today’s contestants will face their biggest challenge yet.]

The contestants gathered in the lobby with nervous faces, waiting for the judges. Soon, the door opened and three men appeared before them.

“Today’s mission is a big challenge for us as well. We have to serve meals to real guests. But if you truly want to become chefs, this is a process you absolutely cannot avoid.”

The participants nod at Gordon’s words.

“What you need is not only skill, but also trust and respect for each other. Remember what the chefs here did last time? Perfect collaboration makes the impossible possible. I hope you have a great result.”

As Joe finishes speaking, Graham steps forward.

“Remember Ella and Dominic, your predecessors. It was a beautiful collaboration. You can do it too.”

Pep talk (pep talk) was the job of the newbie Graham.

“There has to be a head chef in the kitchen. I’ll take care of one side. The other side…”

Gordon stops talking and looks into the corner. It’s where Segreto’s chefs are gathered.

“Are you sure you can’t?”

The camera focuses on Jehee.

“Yeah. As the owner of a restaurant, you have to make sure the food is edible for the customers. Will you do that?”

“My appearance in the kitchen must be very different from when I am a judge?”

“Of course. Just do as you usually do.”

“All right.”

[The head chefs for both teams have been decided. Both are owner chefs of Michelin-starred restaurants. Will the contestants be able to live up to Gordon and Jehee’s expectations?]

“Wow! This is crazy. Shin Je-hee is going into the kitchen.”

Wow.

Naira mutters to herself as she puts a potato chip in her mouth. It’s hard to predict how the program will proceed.

Daughter.

The door opens and the first guest finally comes in. Then other guests start to enter. Jenny and other hall staff members greet the guests.

“Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. Thank you for coming.”

“We are the ones who should be grateful for the invitation.”

Following Jenny’s instructions, guests begin to sit at the tables. And then the ordering begins.

“Two scallops, amatriciana, two truffle risottos, three sirloin steaks!”

As soon as Jehee called out the order, the kitchen started to get busy.

“Kelly starts preparing the scallops. Theo prepares the garnish and sauce for the steak. He also makes a lemon dressing for the scallops. Kyle prepares the steaks. Mia and Lily take care of the pasta and risotto. Let’s go!”

As Jehee divides up the roles, the participants’ hands get busy. The kitchen is filled with the sound of fire burning in the stove, ingredients cooking, and pans clanking.

“Kelly! You have three minutes left. Hurry up!”

“Yes, Chef!”

The time has come for the first starter to go out.

Kelly’s mind became anxious. She quickly put the scallops on the pan and started cooking. She fried the peas with butter and ground them with double cream. She made the fries and turned the scallops over. Kelly looked at her watch. Then she served the dish with the final plating. However, she received feedback that was different from what she had expected.

“Kelly, I can’t serve this dish to guests.”

Kelly’s attitude sharpens at Jehee’s cold voice.

“Why?”

“The scallops are overcooked. And they’re soaked in oil, so it looks like they were left on the pan before it was hot enough. You can tell without even tasting them. They’re rubbery and tough.

The texture of the sauce is also a mess. It should have been reduced by 20% and then blended, but they just blended it while it was still thin. It wasn’t even stir-fried enough in the first place. We can’t serve this kind of dish to our customers in our restaurant.”

Kelly’s expression distorts as Jehee points out each mistake.

“Chef, but I don’t have time.”

Kelly looks at Jehee with a longing expression.

“If you don’t cook it properly, you won’t pass. Make it again.”

Kelly lowers her head and begins to prepare the scallops again.

The screen switches to Gordon. He is yelling at Isabelle.

“Damn it. Isabelle! What is this risotto? Is it porridge? The consistency is completely off. The seasoning is terrible.”

[The head chefs seem dissatisfied with the contestants’ cooking. Will they be able to safely serve food to the guests today?]

Crazy.

Mia trips on something while carrying a fan and falls loudly to the kitchen floor. As she falls, she knocks over a bowl on the table, causing all the ingredients to fall to the floor. Everyone looks at her in confusion.

Step by step.

In the silence, Jehee walks towards her.

“Mia. What the heck are those shoes?”

Everyone’s eyes are drawn to her shoes, which were exposed. When she was standing, they were hidden by her long pants, but she was wearing high heels that were over 7 centimeters high.

“I can’t believe you came into the kitchen wearing high heels and were cooking.”

Jehee looks at her as if he can’t believe it and says.

Mia wanted someone to hold her hand, but everyone just looked at her with cold eyes. Jehee came closer to her. He sat down in front of her as she collapsed and met her gaze.

“I put on makeup and even sprayed perfume.”

Jehee grabs Mia’s hand and puts it against his nose.

“It smells like lotion. Did you really mix the dough like this?”

Mia couldn’t say anything.

“It’s not a question of whether you’re good at cooking or not. You’re not qualified. Get out of here right now.”

Mia’s face turned venomous at Jehee’s words, which were so cold that she could feel the chill. Then she took off her apron and walked out of the kitchen.

[Mia, 23, Miami]

“I’m only 23. Is it a crime to want to look pretty? I wear high heels even when I go to the convenience store in front of my house. I’ve adapted to it perfectly. If someone hadn’t spilled sauce on the floor, I would never have fallen. It’s not my fault.”

[I got kicked out for wearing makeup?]

“Don’t your mothers wear makeup or use lotion? They all do. But don’t you all enjoy the food your mother makes at home? It’s not fair. I feel wronged.”

The first eliminated contestant was decided much earlier than the production team expected.