***
"Mr. Cha Hae-jun!"
Han So-yul appeared at Cha Hae-jun's truck with Hans.
"You're here?"
"Unnie. It's nice to see you again."
"Hello, Min-ju. You're getting prettier and prettier. Are you dating these days?"
"Dating? Oh, no."
Min-ju waved her hand with a flushed face.
And next to her was another man with a flushed face. Han So-yul's die-hard fan, Lee Kang-hoon, covered his mouth and shouted.
"Oh my. H, Han So-yul!"
"Hello."
Kang-hoon trembled as she greeted him with a bright smile like a spring flower.
'A person can be this beautiful. I'm glad I'm alive. Sobbing···.'
"Let me introduce you. This is Manager Leo Hans."
"Hans. These are the chefs and staff of my favorite restaurant. I specially requested their help with the catering for today's shoot."
So-yul introduced Cha Hae-jun's group and Hans in fluent English.
Hae-jun, who had exchanged brief greetings in English, poked Kang-hoon, who was staring blankly at Han So-yul, in the side and said, "Salad!"
"Ah! Salad. I··· Miss So-yul. Here's the s, salad."
"Thank you."
"No. It's my honor. You're even more beautiful in person. I thought an angel was walking by."
"Haha. Thank you."
Kang-hoon, who had greeted Han So-yul in person from a meter away, shed tears of emotion.
After hearing his sister's words, he praised himself for doing well to interview at Sunflower. Then, with trembling hands, he handed the salad to So-yul.
"It's a Serrano cheese salad. I added some special toppings."
Hae-jun explained instead of Kang-hoon, who was moved to tears.
He had finely chopped homemade bacon and lightly grilled it, and added newly cultivated green grapes. It was a more generous salad than ever before.
"Thank you. Boss. You not only granted my request, but you also took care of my lunch box."
"Don't mention it. But isn't the director coming?"
The decisive reason why Cha Hae-jun was brought here under the guise of a food truck.
He had looked for Director Christopher Jackson, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Actually, the atmosphere on set is a bit strange right now."
"Yes? Why?"
So-yul briefly explained what had happened on the set.
Leonardo Pitt Jr. was a famous actor who even Hae-jun, who was not interested in movies, knew well. Like So-yul, he had started as a child actor, but he was on a different level. With his natural handsome appearance and excellent acting skills, he had won the youngest Oscar for Best Actor and gained worldwide popularity.
He didn't know that there was such a hardship behind the glamorous spotlight.
'Being an actor is not an easy job either.'
Come to think of it, the reason he became friends with Han So-yul was also because of a diet salad. Even though he earned an astronomical income, he couldn't eat what he wanted to eat with peace of mind, so being an actor didn't seem like such a great job.
In that sense, Hae-jun had a blessed life.
After all, he can eat the most delicious food in the world whenever he wants.
‘By the way, what should I do about actress Han So-yul?’
Jackson personally hired him with a lot of his own money to treat him, but Hae-jun was just as embarrassed because the person in question was refusing to eat and was only thinking about filming.
“Should I pack you a lunchbox?”
“A lunchbox?”
“Is there anything Director Jackson likes? I’d like to make it if possible with the ingredients I have.”
He had brought a little bit of everything from the farm’s ingredients, not knowing what would happen on set.
“I think mixed fried noodles would be fine. Actually, what I really like is wine, but that’s not available here. Fried pork cutlet made by Hae-jun will be enough.”
Hae-jun, who had been listening to So-yul, glanced under the kitchen.
‘Wine?’
If it’s wine, he has some.
Wine made and aged directly on the Dimensional Farm.
Hae-jun doesn’t know much about the taste of wine and uses it as an ingredient in his pork cutlet sauce, but according to Uncle James, who would wake up even from his sleep if he smelled wine, Hae-jun’s wine is the wine of a lifetime and he praised it very much.
“I’ll make it right away. Please come back in about 10 minutes.”
“Thank you, Hae-jun. Then I’ll wait over there while eating salad.”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
Hae-jun, who saw So-yul off, devoted himself to making new fried food.
He planned to complete the lunchbox by packing fried food, salad, and sauce, and adding a glass of wine.
And one more thing.
‘I hope you feel better after eating this.’
.
.
.
“So-yul.”
Hae-jun, who had finished the food, went straight to So-yul and handed her the lunchbox.
The fried food was in a state where the entrance was open so that it wouldn’t get soggy. He didn’t forget to tell her to eat it as soon as possible.
“Thank you.”
“And this is wine. I made it myself, but I don’t know how it tastes.”
Even though it’s lunchtime, it’s not strange for Westerners to eat wine or alcohol with their lunch.
Hae-jun gave the wine he made himself as a gift to Jackson.
“You made it yourself?”
“Yes. The taste is quite good.”
He seemed sincere as he showed a confident expression.
It was the same back then. Even that day when she went crazy to buy a fat sandwich at dawn, Cha Hae-jun had amazed her with a fantastic salad that seemed like it shouldn’t exist in the world. Maybe even Director Jackson, who only enjoys the finest wines like she did back then, might be amazed by this wine.
“I’ll trust you this time too.”
“You can trust me. Oh, and this too.”
“What’s this?”
“I boiled some abalone porridge. It’s the best for a cold. Please give it to Leo.”
Hae-jun handed the lunchbox to Leo’s manager, who was next to So-yul, and asked him to interpret.
“Abalone porridge? When did you···?”
“He’ll feel better if he eats it.”
Hae-jun suddenly recalled what had happened a while ago and boiled the abalone porridge.`
Hae-jun, who had a cold after going fishing and snorkeling on the Dimensional Farm, clearly remembered recovering after eating porridge made with Grade B abalone.
After eating the Grade B abalone, he felt his energy strangely surge.
At the time, he thought it was because of the soju, but he had experienced rapid fatigue recovery several times after eating Grade B abalone. That was why he had prepared Grade B abalone for Min-ju and Kang-hoon today.
“It’s a Korean soup. It’s a nutritious and healthy dish. It’s also a popular dish for people who are sick.”
So-yul relayed Ha-jun’s words to Hans.
Hans received the abalone porridge and thanked Hae-jun with a fist bump. Then he ate the cutlet that he had been waiting for, and he gave it a thumbs up, saying that it was the best cutlet he had ever eaten.
“Anyway, I hope you both enjoyed the food. I’m busy, so I’ll be going now.”
Hae-jun returned to his seat as customers rushed in.
***
“Leo. Eat this.”
When Hans returned to the trailer, his actor, Leo, was lying on the sofa, shivering.
Somehow, his complexion was paler than 30 minutes ago, and he looked to be in bad condition.
“Are you okay?”
“Ugh··· No. Not really.”
“Eat this.”
“What is that?”
“It’s soup. It’s Korean, but they say it’s good for you, so eat some. The special chef that Yuri hired made it.”
Yuri was the nickname they called Han So-yul instead of her difficult-to-pronounce name.
“Yuri?”
He had been thinking about something warm anyway.
Leo got up from his seat and sat up straight.
His body was trembling slightly, and his muscle pain had gotten worse.
“That chef is good.”
“Really? What was on the menu?”
“Cutlet. I can say for sure that it was the best cutlet of my life.”
He didn’t like fried food that much, but the taste was excellent.
Leo, who had forced a smile at his manager’s ecstatic expression, opened the lid of the bowl.
The unidentified oriental food was a strange visual with a thick texture like risotto and a greenish tint.
“What are these grains?”
“They said it’s abalone. It’s soup boiled with thinly sliced abalone.”
“Hmm···.”
Leo hesitated for a moment before scooping up a spoonful of porridge and taking a bite.
The soft and smooth texture gently enveloped his sandy mouth. He didn’t even chew it a few times before it went down smoothly and warmly embraced his stomach.
‘It’s warm.’
He didn’t have to chew hard for it to go down.
The unique taste and aroma of the sea stimulated his appetite.
“How is it? Is it okay?”
“It’s good. No, it’s really delicious. It didn’t look that appetizing, so I hesitated to try it. But it tastes great.”
The oriental food was unfamiliar, but the taste was amazing.
His body gradually warmed up, and he felt his energy rising as sweat trickled down.
Slurp- Clatter, clatter-
“Mm··· Ughmm···.”
Only the sound of eating porridge and light exclamations quietly flowed through the silent trailer.
After quickly finishing the bowl of porridge, he suddenly felt sleepy.
“Hans. I’m going to get some sleep.”
“Okay.”
Leo, who had finished his meal, quickly fell asleep.
And when he opened his eyes again 30 minutes later.
‘Huh? My body feels lighter! The muscle pain is gone, and so is the feeling of a cold.’
Surprisingly, his condition had recovered.
***
“Director.”
Christopher Jackson, who was sitting in front of the monitor and monitoring the footage of the 30th take, smiled brightly.
“Yuri. What’s up?”
“I brought you something to eat.”
So-yul shook her lunch bag.
“I’m not really hungry. Did you eat, Yuri?”
“I ate enough to fill my stomach so that no one would hate me for having a swollen face and let me starve to death on a salad.”
So-yul complained cutely.
It was to soften the tense atmosphere on set, even a little.
“Haha. Why are you being so sensitive?”
“Please have this.”
“What is this?”
“A cutlet lunch box. It was made by a chef I specially invited. And this is.”
“Oh! Is it wine?”
Jackson’s face lit up even more when he saw the wine bottle than when he saw the lunch box. Even more so than when he had met So-yul earlier.
“You like this more than me.”
“Sorry. I just happened to be craving a drink.”
Sometimes a glass of good wine can clear your clogged mind.
Jackson, who was delighted to receive the wine bottle, tried to check the label, but it was not visible.
Since there was no label, he could not tell the winery name, production region, grape variety, or alcohol content.
“The chef who made this cutlet also made this wine himself. He said it’s really delicious?”
“Hmm, is that so?”
A vintage-less, personally produced wine. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those.
Sometimes you can find an incredibly delicious taste in these kinds of wines, so Jackson, a wine enthusiast, was excited.
“Should I just have a glass? I have a good side dish too.”
Jackson opened the wine bottle after spreading out the cutlet lunch box.
As he poured it into a separately prepared glass, the faint scent of grass and flowers bloomed, as if he had entered an old forest in a secluded countryside village.
‘The aroma (the first scent that rises when wine is poured into a glass) is impressive.’
The color was beautiful, and the scent was excellent and exquisite.
Somehow, it reminded him of the top-class wineries in Burgundy, France.
Jackson, who had admired it enough, took a sip of the wine.
‘A wine with a delicate balance of sweetness, sourness, bitterness, and astringency.’
It went down smoothly like silk, but it had a good aftertaste.
A glass of excellent wine that made him feel good.
Jackson’s mind became peaceful.
.
.
.
After spending their time separately, filming resumed.
The one-take action scene that had made everyone suffer all morning.
Leo, who had regained his energy, showed perfect action and acting, completely different from the morning, and received an okay sign from Director Jackson in one take, while receiving cheers and applause from the staff who were watching the process.
"As expected of Leo."
"Amazing. Such action and acting. It's simply perfect."
"Isn't Leo going to win this year's Oscar? If this scene is included in the movie, it's going to be a huge issue."
After finishing the scene, Leo put down So-yul, who he had been holding in his arms.
So-yul also applauded Leo's acting as his co-star.
"As expected, you're the world's best actor."
"Thank you, Yuri. By the way, I'd like to see that person's face."
"That person? Who are you talking about?"
"The special chef you hired. I want to see him."
The mysterious soup was what had brought Leo back to his peak condition, and he wanted to express his gratitude to the chef who had made it.
"I was going to meet him after the shoot anyway."
"Why?"
"Director Jackson also asked me to introduce him."
So-yul smiled mysteriously.
***
"Mr. Cha Hae-jun!"
Han So-yul appeared at Cha Hae-jun's truck with Hans.
"You're here?"
"Unnie. It's nice to see you again."
"Hello, Min-ju. You're getting prettier and prettier. Are you dating these days?"
"Dating? Oh, no."
Min-ju waved her hand with a flushed face.
And next to her was another man with a flushed face. Han So-yul's die-hard fan, Lee Kang-hoon, covered his mouth and shouted.
"Oh my. H, Han So-yul!"
"Hello."
Kang-hoon trembled as she greeted him with a bright smile like a spring flower.
'A person can be this beautiful. I'm glad I'm alive. Sobbing···.'
"Let me introduce you. This is Manager Leo Hans."
"Hans. These are the chefs and staff of my favorite restaurant. I specially requested their help with the catering for today's shoot."
So-yul introduced Cha Hae-jun's group and Hans in fluent English.
Hae-jun, who had exchanged brief greetings in English, poked Kang-hoon, who was staring blankly at Han So-yul, in the side and said, "Salad!"
"Ah! Salad. I··· Miss So-yul. Here's the s, salad."
"Thank you."
"No. It's my honor. You're even more beautiful in person. I thought an angel was walking by."
"Haha. Thank you."
Kang-hoon, who had greeted Han So-yul in person from a meter away, shed tears of emotion.
After hearing his sister's words, he praised himself for doing well to interview at Sunflower. Then, with trembling hands, he handed the salad to So-yul.
"It's a Serrano cheese salad. I added some special toppings."
Hae-jun explained instead of Kang-hoon, who was moved to tears.
He had finely chopped homemade bacon and lightly grilled it, and added newly cultivated green grapes. It was a more generous salad than ever before.
"Thank you. Boss. You not only granted my request, but you also took care of my lunch box."
"Don't mention it. But isn't the director coming?"
The decisive reason why Cha Hae-jun was brought here under the guise of a food truck.
He had looked for Director Christopher Jackson, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Actually, the atmosphere on set is a bit strange right now."
"Yes? Why?"
So-yul briefly explained what had happened on the set.
Leonardo Pitt Jr. was a famous actor who even Hae-jun, who was not interested in movies, knew well. Like So-yul, he had started as a child actor, but he was on a different level. With his natural handsome appearance and excellent acting skills, he had won the youngest Oscar for Best Actor and gained worldwide popularity.
He didn't know that there was such a hardship behind the glamorous spotlight.
'Being an actor is not an easy job either.'
Come to think of it, the reason he became friends with Han So-yul was also because of a diet salad. Even though he earned an astronomical income, he couldn't eat what he wanted to eat with peace of mind, so being an actor didn't seem like such a great job.
In that sense, Hae-jun had a blessed life.
After all, he can eat the most delicious food in the world whenever he wants.
‘By the way, what should I do about actress Han So-yul?’
Jackson personally hired him with a lot of his own money to treat him, but Hae-jun was just as embarrassed because the person in question was refusing to eat and was only thinking about filming.
“Should I pack you a lunchbox?”
“A lunchbox?”
“Is there anything Director Jackson likes? I’d like to make it if possible with the ingredients I have.”
He had brought a little bit of everything from the farm’s ingredients, not knowing what would happen on set.
“I think mixed fried noodles would be fine. Actually, what I really like is wine, but that’s not available here. Fried pork cutlet made by Hae-jun will be enough.”
Hae-jun, who had been listening to So-yul, glanced under the kitchen.
‘Wine?’
If it’s wine, he has some.
Wine made and aged directly on the Dimensional Farm.
Hae-jun doesn’t know much about the taste of wine and uses it as an ingredient in his pork cutlet sauce, but according to Uncle James, who would wake up even from his sleep if he smelled wine, Hae-jun’s wine is the wine of a lifetime and he praised it very much.
“I’ll make it right away. Please come back in about 10 minutes.”
“Thank you, Hae-jun. Then I’ll wait over there while eating salad.”
“Yes, that’s fine.”
Hae-jun, who saw So-yul off, devoted himself to making new fried food.
He planned to complete the lunchbox by packing fried food, salad, and sauce, and adding a glass of wine.
And one more thing.
‘I hope you feel better after eating this.’
.
.
.
“So-yul.”
Hae-jun, who had finished the food, went straight to So-yul and handed her the lunchbox.
The fried food was in a state where the entrance was open so that it wouldn’t get soggy. He didn’t forget to tell her to eat it as soon as possible.
“Thank you.”
“And this is wine. I made it myself, but I don’t know how it tastes.”
Even though it’s lunchtime, it’s not strange for Westerners to eat wine or alcohol with their lunch.
Hae-jun gave the wine he made himself as a gift to Jackson.
“You made it yourself?”
“Yes. The taste is quite good.”
He seemed sincere as he showed a confident expression.
It was the same back then. Even that day when she went crazy to buy a fat sandwich at dawn, Cha Hae-jun had amazed her with a fantastic salad that seemed like it shouldn’t exist in the world. Maybe even Director Jackson, who only enjoys the finest wines like she did back then, might be amazed by this wine.
“I’ll trust you this time too.”
“You can trust me. Oh, and this too.”
“What’s this?”
“I boiled some abalone porridge. It’s the best for a cold. Please give it to Leo.”
Hae-jun handed the lunchbox to Leo’s manager, who was next to So-yul, and asked him to interpret.
“Abalone porridge? When did you···?”
“He’ll feel better if he eats it.”
Hae-jun suddenly recalled what had happened a while ago and boiled the abalone porridge.`
Hae-jun, who had a cold after going fishing and snorkeling on the Dimensional Farm, clearly remembered recovering after eating porridge made with Grade B abalone.
After eating the Grade B abalone, he felt his energy strangely surge.
At the time, he thought it was because of the soju, but he had experienced rapid fatigue recovery several times after eating Grade B abalone. That was why he had prepared Grade B abalone for Min-ju and Kang-hoon today.
“It’s a Korean soup. It’s a nutritious and healthy dish. It’s also a popular dish for people who are sick.”
So-yul relayed Ha-jun’s words to Hans.
Hans received the abalone porridge and thanked Hae-jun with a fist bump. Then he ate the cutlet that he had been waiting for, and he gave it a thumbs up, saying that it was the best cutlet he had ever eaten.
“Anyway, I hope you both enjoyed the food. I’m busy, so I’ll be going now.”
Hae-jun returned to his seat as customers rushed in.
***
“Leo. Eat this.”
When Hans returned to the trailer, his actor, Leo, was lying on the sofa, shivering.
Somehow, his complexion was paler than 30 minutes ago, and he looked to be in bad condition.
“Are you okay?”
“Ugh··· No. Not really.”
“Eat this.”
“What is that?”
“It’s soup. It’s Korean, but they say it’s good for you, so eat some. The special chef that Yuri hired made it.”
Yuri was the nickname they called Han So-yul instead of her difficult-to-pronounce name.
“Yuri?”
He had been thinking about something warm anyway.
Leo got up from his seat and sat up straight.
His body was trembling slightly, and his muscle pain had gotten worse.
“That chef is good.”
“Really? What was on the menu?”
“Cutlet. I can say for sure that it was the best cutlet of my life.”
He didn’t like fried food that much, but the taste was excellent.
Leo, who had forced a smile at his manager’s ecstatic expression, opened the lid of the bowl.
The unidentified oriental food was a strange visual with a thick texture like risotto and a greenish tint.
“What are these grains?”
“They said it’s abalone. It’s soup boiled with thinly sliced abalone.”
“Hmm···.”
Leo hesitated for a moment before scooping up a spoonful of porridge and taking a bite.
The soft and smooth texture gently enveloped his sandy mouth. He didn’t even chew it a few times before it went down smoothly and warmly embraced his stomach.
‘It’s warm.’
He didn’t have to chew hard for it to go down.
The unique taste and aroma of the sea stimulated his appetite.
“How is it? Is it okay?”
“It’s good. No, it’s really delicious. It didn’t look that appetizing, so I hesitated to try it. But it tastes great.”
The oriental food was unfamiliar, but the taste was amazing.
His body gradually warmed up, and he felt his energy rising as sweat trickled down.
Slurp- Clatter, clatter-
“Mm··· Ughmm···.”
Only the sound of eating porridge and light exclamations quietly flowed through the silent trailer.
After quickly finishing the bowl of porridge, he suddenly felt sleepy.
“Hans. I’m going to get some sleep.”
“Okay.”
Leo, who had finished his meal, quickly fell asleep.
And when he opened his eyes again 30 minutes later.
‘Huh? My body feels lighter! The muscle pain is gone, and so is the feeling of a cold.’
Surprisingly, his condition had recovered.
***
“Director.”
Christopher Jackson, who was sitting in front of the monitor and monitoring the footage of the 30th take, smiled brightly.
“Yuri. What’s up?”
“I brought you something to eat.”
So-yul shook her lunch bag.
“I’m not really hungry. Did you eat, Yuri?”
“I ate enough to fill my stomach so that no one would hate me for having a swollen face and let me starve to death on a salad.”
So-yul complained cutely.
It was to soften the tense atmosphere on set, even a little.
“Haha. Why are you being so sensitive?”
“Please have this.”
“What is this?”
“A cutlet lunch box. It was made by a chef I specially invited. And this is.”
“Oh! Is it wine?”
Jackson’s face lit up even more when he saw the wine bottle than when he saw the lunch box. Even more so than when he had met So-yul earlier.
“You like this more than me.”
“Sorry. I just happened to be craving a drink.”
Sometimes a glass of good wine can clear your clogged mind.
Jackson, who was delighted to receive the wine bottle, tried to check the label, but it was not visible.
Since there was no label, he could not tell the winery name, production region, grape variety, or alcohol content.
“The chef who made this cutlet also made this wine himself. He said it’s really delicious?”
“Hmm, is that so?”
A vintage-less, personally produced wine. It’s been a while since I’ve seen one of those.
Sometimes you can find an incredibly delicious taste in these kinds of wines, so Jackson, a wine enthusiast, was excited.
“Should I just have a glass? I have a good side dish too.”
Jackson opened the wine bottle after spreading out the cutlet lunch box.
As he poured it into a separately prepared glass, the faint scent of grass and flowers bloomed, as if he had entered an old forest in a secluded countryside village.
‘The aroma (the first scent that rises when wine is poured into a glass) is impressive.’
The color was beautiful, and the scent was excellent and exquisite.
Somehow, it reminded him of the top-class wineries in Burgundy, France.
Jackson, who had admired it enough, took a sip of the wine.
‘A wine with a delicate balance of sweetness, sourness, bitterness, and astringency.’
It went down smoothly like silk, but it had a good aftertaste.
A glass of excellent wine that made him feel good.
Jackson’s mind became peaceful.
.
.
.
After spending their time separately, filming resumed.
The one-take action scene that had made everyone suffer all morning.
Leo, who had regained his energy, showed perfect action and acting, completely different from the morning, and received an okay sign from Director Jackson in one take, while receiving cheers and applause from the staff who were watching the process.
"As expected of Leo."
"Amazing. Such action and acting. It's simply perfect."
"Isn't Leo going to win this year's Oscar? If this scene is included in the movie, it's going to be a huge issue."
After finishing the scene, Leo put down So-yul, who he had been holding in his arms.
So-yul also applauded Leo's acting as his co-star.
"As expected, you're the world's best actor."
"Thank you, Yuri. By the way, I'd like to see that person's face."
"That person? Who are you talking about?"
"The special chef you hired. I want to see him."
The mysterious soup was what had brought Leo back to his peak condition, and he wanted to express his gratitude to the chef who had made it.
"I was going to meet him after the shoot anyway."
"Why?"
"Director Jackson also asked me to introduce him."
So-yul smiled mysteriously.
