120. So that’s about it

“wow! look at the truck Crazy.”

The second largest portion of the production cost was the rental of a high-end food truck.

The food truck, which was made by remodeling a trailer, has a luxurious appearance by matching black and gold colors.

In addition, daylight-colored lights hung here and there throughout the interior, and various tableware and cooking utensils that seemed to be able to cook any kind of food were lined up like an exhibition.

“hahahahaha, it was really hard to find. Fried, grilled, steamed, etc., you can think of it as all kinds of dishes.”

Kyuha looked inside the truck.

I liked the spacious space and neat layout enough to write alone.

“good. This would be good enough to cook. I will prepare some ingredients here in advance.”

“all right. Gyuha, you have an international driver’s license, so if you have time, you can drive and come straight to Place Grenette. We will be supporting you from behind, so if you need anything, just ask for it into the microphone here.”

“Yes, sir, sir.”

That’s how the first filming of ‘Song Table Pocha’ began.

The red sun, which had been hot in the middle of the day, slowly disappeared over the horizon, dyeing the whole world red. Soon, darkness began to settle in the red-tinged sky little by little.

Magnificent medieval architecture surrounding Place Grenette.

A cafe with an old-fashioned feel.

It was still before work hours, so there weren’t many people walking around.

A huge truck that caught the eye at once entered the large plaza.

Sigh.

After stopping at a pre-approved area, the truck opened, revealing the interior of a kitchen.

Kyuha, dressed as a chef, stood in front of a long chopping board.

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Virtually all sales preparations have been completed.

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Now everything depended on Kyuha.

PD Son Jun-Ik, who was watching, couldn’t hide his tension at this time.

Although it was not obvious, this project was carried out at a considerable risk.

It was a budget that would never have been approved had it not been for the achievements so far.

It was a project that had nothing to say even if it was thrown into the trash because it made no sense.

What kind of entertainment program would try to produce one performer without a single guest?

However, the shock of the trip to Greece with Kyu-ha was an intense memory Son Jun-ik will never forget until the moment he dies.

His sense of being called a genius entertainment PD said.

For some reason, if I were to sing Gyu-hara this time, wouldn’t he do something for me?

Jun-Ik Son, biting his lower lip once, stared at the food truck with an anxious heart.

same time.

Kyuha’s hand moved busily.

Tak tok tok tok.

Kyuha’s hands began to create something with his splendid hand movements.

Chiyiyi profit.

The gas fire heated the pan, making the sound of the ingredients cooking appetizingly.

A strong, appetizing smell pervaded the Place Grenette.

It was an irresistible scent that stimulated human primal desire.

The footsteps of people who were walking on their own path without interest in food trucks began to slow down one by one.

“What does this smell like?”

“Familiar yet different? ohh i’m hungry It’s already dinner time.”

“Should we eat outside for the first time in a while?”

However, when a man who seemed to be Asian even cooked in an unfamiliar food truck, no one approached him easily.

At that time, a man in his 30s wearing a tie that looked like an office worker courageously approached.

“Can I see the menu?”

Philippe’s eyes widened when he handed over the temporary menu.

“You make all of this here?”

Philippe’s suspicions grew even more on the menu, which consisted mostly of traditional French food.

‘Ay, did you come in for nothing? I don’t know. It’s just one meal, so how about it?’

I felt a bit regretful, but I ordered it, thinking that if it wasn’t delicious, I would at least eat bread at home.

“Just one raclette, please. then.”

Raclette is a popular dish here in Grenoble, a French home-cooked dish made with melted cheese and eaten with potatoes or meat.

After receiving the order, Gyuha immediately raised the knife.

Tak tok tok tok.

Philippe watched blankly as Gyuha cooked right in front of him.

“Oh, it smells really good. My hands are too fast. It’s delicious to see! still.”

Soon after, the steaming raclette was set up in front of the table.

“Take it with cornichon (French pickle).”

“Yeah. Then we will eat well.”

Despite what he said, Philippe didn’t really have high expectations.

It was because it was annoying to cook at home after hard labor, so I visited this place with the intention of filling it up.

Philippe tossed a piece of cheese-topped meat into a bite with vegetables.

Well well.

“Well?!”

Philippe’s eyes widened.

The people who were secretly paying attention clicked their tongues.

“Tsk tsk I knew that. It looks like something you can’t even eat.”

However, the situation was very different from what people expected.

“Buonissimo~!! (Totally delicious!!)”

Philippe’s hands and mouth began to move busily.

Raclette was a fairly common dish in France.

“different. Totally different! It’s not the raclette I ate. What is different?”

While hurriedly inhaling the food, Philippe wondered why it was so delicious.

It was because it was no different from other raclettes on the outside.

Of course, there was no way to know that this was because of the special meat aging method and special sauce that brought back memories of Kyu-ha as a court chef.

“Is it that delicious?”

“Look at what he eats. Are you eating like crazy?”

Seeing Philippe eating so deliciously, people around him began to approach Kyuha’s food truck with curiosity.

“Five! Can I have BOEUF BOURGUIGNON? Give me one of these.”

Boeuf Bourguignon means “Burgundy-style beef dish,” and it was a dish made by boiling beef in red wine and broth for a long time and eating it with carrots, garlic, mushrooms, and bacon.

People who thought they would sell sandwiches or simple hamburgers at most looked on in amazement when an Asian man cooked traditional French food.

“I am BOUILLABAISSE!”

Soon, the few tables that were empty were full of people.

“The food is out.”

It was an exquisite dish with so much care and taste that it was hard to believe that it was cooked alone.

What surprised me most was the speed.

There were many dishes with complex cooking processes, but with efficient circulation and quick cooking, the dishes were quickly prepared.

“C’est ďélicieux (so delicious)”

“succulent (delicious)”

“C’est tres bon! (The best!!)”

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Various compliments from the guests who tasted the food burst out.

The appetite-stimulating scent that fills Place Grenette made people stop in their tracks, and as the reaction of those who ate food increased, they eventually made them stand in line.

buzz buzz.

Embarrassed assistant director Yang Seong-il said to PD Son Jun-ik.

“Pi, PD. There were too many people… ? What should I do?”

“Let’s just watch. Seeing Kyuha-san, it doesn’t seem too difficult.”

As Son Jun-ik said, his hands moved busily, but the camera captured the image of Kyu-ha with a calm expression talking to the customer in front of him.

“chef. Is the food so delicious? This is a taste that no French person can dislike. Are you an immigrant?”

Gyu-ha, who diligently played with her hands in response to Philippe’s question, said.

“I am from Korea. I’ve always liked French cuisine, so I studied it diligently.”

At Kyuha’s words, Philippe raised his thumb.

“Oh! Korean! Oh, that’s why you’re so diligent!”

“Are you originally from Grenoble here? How are you living these days?”

Philippe’s complexion darkened at Kyuha’s question.

“Recently, the government is increasingly discriminating regionally. They only push it to big cities like Paris and leave places like this alone. People who were born and raised here, like me, have no choice but to grow dissatisfied. Even the unemployment rate is rising day by day, so I have no choice but to leave my hometown and go to the big city to find a job.”

While eating, Philippe unknowingly confided about the problems he had been thinking about lately, and talked about various things with Gyuha.

“Is Korea similar? That must be a lot of trouble too. Anyway, it was a fun time to accidentally eat such delicious food. thanks. You look busy. I’ll come back next time.”

After a satisfying meal, Philippe thanked them and left.

As soon as the seats were empty, the guests filled up.

Gyu-ha cooked for the guests and talked about the life of an ordinary person, which was captured on camera.

“Korean? Oh! It’s Song’s country! I am a huge fan of Triumph outfitters!!”

Another guest who was listening next to them also interrupted.

“You’re from Song’s country? The match against Jaden Jacobs was the best. Originally, I wasn’t interested in actors, but the only person I became a fan of was an actor named Song.”

Unaware of the fact that the person who cooks in front of them is the song they are referring to, they reveal their fierce fanaticism for Kyu-ha.

What made it so was that Kyu-ha’s appearance was wearing a mask and hat for hygiene purposes, so it was difficult to infer his true identity.

“By the way, you’re an Asian. Wasn’t it difficult when you first learned to cook French? Most foreigners think the names of French dishes are complicated. Because you can’t tell what kind of dish will be served just by looking at the menu.”

When a customer looked at Kyuha and asked, another local person next to him also agreed.

“hahahahaha. Maybe even the French don’t know what’s coming?”

Gyuha, who had been listening quietly, replied in fluent French.

“But that is the essence and charm of French cuisine. Because you don’t know what will come out, it makes you imagine and anticipate.

It’s not standardized.. To compare it to a movie, food like hamburgers, bulgogi, pizza, and pasta are Hollywood blockbusters. It’s stimulating and fun, but you can guess what kind of movie it is just by looking at the synopsis.

But French cuisine is like an art film. Hearing the name of the menu triggers imagination and expectations. I think that is the greatest charm of French cuisine.”

“Hey! You know better about French cuisine than this dude is French. That’s why I cook like this.”

At Kyuha’s words, the French who were enjoying the food all raised their thumbs up.

“right! That’s it. what i wanted I wanted to convey that France and Korea, which are called advanced countries, live the same in the end.”

PD Son Jun-ik’s fists were clenched with joy.

As time went by, the long line that seemed like it would never end soon disappeared.

The materials were almost exhausted, so the time to close the business came.

trudge.

Just then, someone staggered towards me from afar.

“Are you still doing business?”

An elderly gray-haired old man who looked very drunk looked up at Kyu-ha and asked.

Gyuha looked at the old man for a while and nodded.

“You seem to be in the market. I will make something with the leftover ingredients.”

“Chuckling… He’s a useless old man who’s only waiting for the day he’ll die, but he still eats well to try to live.”

There was something pessimistic and lonely about the old man.

Gyu-ha started cooking without saying anything.

Chiiyi profit.

A plate of Gyuha’s dish made from the leftover ingredients was placed on the old man’s table.

The old man took a bite of Gyuha’s food without saying a word.

“Khehehehe.”

The old man, who had food in his mouth, suddenly lowered his head and began to cry sadly.

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