God of Cooking

<The Life Outside The Window (2)>

Marco’s levels had gone up. His baking level had levelled up to 8. Just what happened while they were away from each other? Marco looked at Minjoon strangely.

“What’s up, Minjoon?”

“Ah, it’s nothing. By the way, Marco, can I ask you something?”

“Course. Fire away.”

“If you couldn’t develop your own recipes, what were you doing?”

“You know… Just checking the dough, checking the oven… I was practically an intern. I know that internships are important, too, but…”

“It wasn’t what was written in the contract. I know. So, was that owner of yours good at baking?”

“Well, yeah, of course. He used my name, but people liked the food in the end.”

“That was bad bread.”

Lisa butted into the conversation out of nowhere, startling Marco. She slid in a ciabatta sandwich in front of them. It was a sandwich made with cheese, avocado cream, lettuce, tomato, and smoked turkey.

‘That’s… 9 points.’

It was a simple dish, but the score was amazing. Probably because of the bread itself. Minjoon turned to look at Lisa.

“We haven’t actually ordered anything yet…”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s my treat for you treating Ella so well. Don’t come everyday though.”

Lisa smiled. Minjoon returned it, and took a bite of the sandwich. His face turned happy almost instantly. The bread was chewy, almost like mochi rice.

‘…As expected of Jack’s daughter.’

She’s learned next to a master baker for over 30 years. The amount she’s learned in that time far outsurpassed Marco. Marco could feel this himself. His hands were trembling with joy with the sandwich in his hand.

“This… you made this?”

“Of course. Did you think I bought it?”

“Ahaha. R-right. Right.”

Marco scratched his head awkwardly. Lisa smirked, and glanced at Marco’s hand. While most would imagine that bakers would have soft hands from kneading dough all the time, this wasn’t exactly the case. Sometimes, the dough could slap the baker like a whip, and many times a baker would have to dip their hands in something cold or hot.

‘He’s worked hard. His hands are still a bit swollen, and they look pretty hard as well.’

It’s only been a few months since Lisa met Minjoon, but she trusted him quite a bit. The man was trustworthy, and was also a good man. Maybe that was why she had faith that Marco would be a good person?

“Where did you learn to bake?” She asked.

“Yes. Yes?”

“The bread. Did you go to school?”

“Ah, no. I worked a bit in restaurants, and I tried learning it in my free time… Stuff like that.”

“Must’ve been hard. It’s hard to learn stuff like this by yourself.”

Marco looked down with an embarrassed look. Lisa took a look at the counter, then stood up from her seat.

“Sorry for bothering you. Would you like to come in the kitchen after you eat? I’d like to see you bake.”

“Ah, I’m not actually here for a jo…”

“Thank you, Lisa. I’ll send him in.”

Minjoon cut off Marco immediately. Lisa took off to the counter, and Marco turned to look at Minjoon annoyedly.

“I didn’t decide to get a job yet though.”

“You think you’d ever decide to get one without someone’s help?”

“…No.”

“It’s nice to have people helping you out at times like these, you know.”

“You’re not helping me out, you’re practically throwing me straight into a battlefield.”

“No worries man, I’m not strong enough to throw you.”

“I’m not talking about that.”

Marco ended up cracking a small smile at the joke. Minjoon turned to Kaya.

“Kaya, help me out here. If Marco comes here…”

“Later, I’m busy.”

Kaya responded with a smartphone in her hand. Minjoon peeked at her phone, then sighed.

“Looking at the comments again?”

“Again? This is my first time today!”

“What is it? The stalker one?”

“They uploaded a video. It’s got 800k views already. Think it’s going to pass a million by today.”

“Seriously? Show me, show me.”

Marco stretched out his hand with wide eyes.

“Use yours.”

“…Fine.”