78 Reading books gives you more experience! 78

In Kim's room, Jong-seok was looking at Michael's SNS.

And what we found out was that two years ago, Michael was extremely fond of food reviews.

I was just leaving a message saying, "I went somewhere and ate something."

And the content has been decreasing since this year.

'If I'm right, you've been having problems with your body since last year. And this year it got worse?

I heard a rustling sound when I was thinking about it.

"Yes!"

Jong-seok turned off his cell phone and approached Kim Sook-soo, who opened his eyes and raised his body with a small sound.

"Did you wake up?”

"Oh, my God, I must have fallen asleep."

Kim's voice, rubbing his face, was filled with a sense of refreshment.

He slept for about two hours, but he seemed to be relieved of his fatigue.

"Drink some water."

When Jong-seok poured water into the glass, Kim drank water.

"Crowl! It's cool."

Looking at Kim Sook-soo, who put down his glass of water with a smile, Jong-seok quietly opened his mouth.

"I heard from my old man."

At Jong-seok's words, Kim Sook-soo seemed to have hardened for a while before nodding his head.

"I don't know if I've worried you about nothing."

"No, it's not a small thing that you've been denied your whole life."

"Do you think so?”

"Yes."

"Thank you."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head to Suk-soo Kim's words, opened his mouth in that condition.

"And it's not Master Kim's food that was denied."

"Huh?"

"It's Michael's body and tongue that's unclean for food."

"Body and tongue? What do you mean?”

"I think Michael is sick."

"Is Michael sick?"

"Yes, so why don't you ask Michael again?"

"It's, ··.".".".""

At Jong-seok's words, Kim's face was a little hesitant. It hurts the pride of a master to call back the person who says he doesn't like his food.

"It's also for Michael. You might not know you're sick. If you can't eat because you're sick, it would be better to make your palate go wild with more delicious food. Food is both cooking and life."

What Jong-seok said convinced Kim little by little. But in fact, Michael must know he's sick.

There was no reason why such a rich man would not visit the hospital when he was sick.

"Or did you not go to the hospital because you were afraid you might find yourself sick? No, no matter how important the money is, I would have gone to the hospital if I thought I was sick. And if you were that rich, how would you go to a hospital that was kept secret?'

But there's nothing certain. For now, the priority was to call Michael back and serve him a meal again.

And how to get Michael's taste buds.

"Okay. I said I'd stay in Korea until this month, so I'll call you."

Jong-seok nodded at Suk-soo Kim and took a shopping bag and took out plastic bags inside.

"What's that?"

"It's herb powder.”

"About herbs?"

Looking at Kim Sook-soo, who looked at him in a strange way, Jong-seok opened the envelope and said,

"Do you have any paper or something?”

"There is."

Along with the horse, Kim Sook-soo brought the paper from one side.

Seeing it, Jong-seok nodded, brought a spoon from the kitchen, took the powder from the envelope and began to mix it.

'I'm glad you didn't make any medicine.’

Add and subtract herbs accurately through the vein is a characteristic of Jongseok's medicine.

A medicine only for one person, that's what Jong-seok makes. And making this medicine included not only the experience of a lawmaker but also the experience of a cook.

Each herb has its own taste. Using the flavor, Jongseok uses the correct liver to create an optimal mix of medicinal herbs.

It's a mix of tachycardia.

And now he was combining medicinal herbs according to the condition of Kim's body, which has been damaged by depression.

Anyway, Jong-seok, who saw the liver little by little while making the ring, soon spilled all the powder into the bowl, added a little honey, and began to rub it.

The powder was mixed so that one of them was well made, and the mixed stalactites was checked to make sure that there was no lump in the powder and tasted it.

'흠······ 조금 부족하네.’

Recalling the slightly deficient herbs, Jong-seok took a spoonful of herbal powders, put them in a bowl, and began to rub them again.

For so long, the powder was mixed well so that there was no lump in it, and the empty stalks took off the medicine little by little and began to roll it round in the palm of their hands.

"Hmm, can I help you?”

"I can do it alone."

"When are you going to finish this amount when you make such a small ring? I'll help you."

With the horse, Kim Sook-soo washed his hands and lifted the ring made by Jong-seok.

Then, he opened the medicine and rolled it in his hand as if he had got the hang of it.

And then it comes out before I know it.

"What do you say, do you think it's well-made?"

When Kim said, Jong-seok received a ring and looked at Jong-seok and nodded.

"You did a really good job.”

"Hoo! It's like making a small scepter."

Then, when Kim Suk-soo opened the medicine again and began to make a ring, Jong-seok began to follow him.

***

Jong-seok was talking to his owner in an old bookstore.

"So you didn't taste it if the liver was weak?"

"Right."

"Then how much seasoning should be given to make it taste good, or did you feel it?"

"I felt the salty taste well, but I didn't know the sweet taste. If you dip it in sugar, you don't know the taste. If you eat a lot, it's sweet."

Now Jong-seok is here to find out how he felt when he was sick.

There's no guarantee that Michael is really sick, and even if he's sick, that changed appetite will be like you, but knowing will help rather than not knowing.

Jong-seok, who asked the owner this and that, stood up and asked, thanking him.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been telling you not to drink and smoke for five years, and I'm dying right now.”

"Please hang up this time for your health."

Then Jong-seok stole his master's hand. It is to check the condition of the owner's uncle through a vein.

But the owner, who didn't know it, smiled and held the hand together.

"Yes, thank you for your concern."

He thought he held hands because he was worried about himself.

"Oh, yes."

Jong-seok slipped his hand off his uncle's words.

You've gotten a lot better. Is it because you stopped drinking?'

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, shook his head while looking at him for a while. I thought I'd make you some medicine, but you're on hospital medication now.

It could have been poison to give a ring because you don't know how the medicine will work.

That's why the parents of Kim Sook-soo and Lee Soo-mi asked first what medicine they were taking and made an exchange.

"When I graduate from Kyunghwa University's oriental medical school, I'll be your assistant."

"Yes, please."

"I'll be back then."

Jong-seok, who bowed his head, turned around and left the old West Room. Then, I took out my cell phone and called Moon Jae-cheol.

Mr. Lee, long time no see.

"How are you?”

Did you do well on your CSAT?

"Of course."

That's great. Oh! And thank you for your help in the previous fraud case. I'll give you a present next time I see you.

'Oh! Come to think of it, you haven't even asked me what happened to the scam.’

It's my first phone call since the fraud, so I don't know what happened after that.

"How did you get paid for the fraud?"

Fortunately, there were genuine items in the store. The damage was compensated for the disposal of the product.

"Good thing."

Mr. Lee's kindness is considerable. If it weren't for Mr. Lee, the damage to our collectors would have been considerable damage.

"I just did what I had to do."

No, if this kind of fraud breaks out on this side, people have distrust of ancient art and it has a very bad effect. In that sense, Mr. Lee is a great hero to collectors. ha, ha, ha!

Moon Jae-chul, who was talking on the phone with a pleasant smile, suddenly asked.

So, have you decided on your route?

"I'm going to Kyung Kyung-dae Oriental Medicine.”

한······ 의대······.

Jong-seok laughed at his poor voice.

'You're a doctor, so you must have some distrust of Oriental medicine.’

Modern medicine doctors call Oriental medicine alternative medicine.

Unlike modern medicine, which has been scientifically proven, Oriental medicine does not believe in guinea pig.

Jong-seok, who was thinking about it, suddenly tilted his head.

'Then doctors don't take any medicine?'

said Jong-seok, who was thinking like that.

"If I become an oriental medicine doctor, I'll give you a herbal medicine."

Why did you decide to take the medicine? Seeing that you went to oriental medicine, I think you wanted to save someone.

"I've had a few things to do. I'll tell you when I see you next time."

If that's what you mean, ·· 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다 알겠습니다. Oriental medicine or modern medicine have the same meaning of saving and saving people, so I will support you.

"Thank you. And I'm calling to tell you something."

Ask me.

At Moon Jae-chul's words, Jong-seok said what he called.

"Not anything else. When you're sick, your appetite changes.”

That's right.

"If you have any data on how your taste buds change, could you give me some?”

It's not difficult. If you let me know your email address, I will send you the data.

Of course, Moon Jae-chul won't send it. The people under Moon Jae-chul will examine the data and send it to you.

Jong-seok, who gave Moon Jae-chul his e-mail address, greeted him and hung up.

***

Jong-seok and Kim Ho-young stood in front of the transport boat. Today was finally the day Michael Chang came back to the transport ship.

Soon as Michael Chang was waiting, three cars began to enter side by side.

Then a car stood in front of Kim Ho-young's party.

Squeeze! Squeeze!

With the sound of the door opening, foreigners got off the front and rear cars and began to stand around the car in the middle.

Then in the middle car, a generous-looking old man got out of the car.

'That's Michael Chang.

Jong-seok, who was standing behind Kim Ho-young, knew that the old man was Michael Chang.

Jong-seok got out of the car with a handsome face and looked closely at Michael approaching.

'Your complexion isn't bad, but your lips are red.'

From the looks of it, Michael didn't look sick anywhere. But looking closely, I saw some discomfort with Michael.

'Are you pulling your feet a little?'

The left foot seemed a little heavy and slightly pulled.

But that alone didn't tell me where it hurt. There are many reasons for dragging your feet.

"Welcome."

"Sooksoo Kim has invited you in particular, so of course you should come.”

"Then let's go inside."

Kim Ho-young and Michael talked in fluent English. And Jong-seok could understand the English without difficulty.

'It's a peaceful start.'

Jong-seok, muttered inside, followed Kim Ho-young and Michael who were ahead.

Kim Sook-soo appeared in the room where Michael entered.

"Thank you for coming back."

Michael smiled when Kim Ho-young interpreted Kim's words.

"Why wouldn't I come when you're inviting me so much? I'd like to ask for some good food today."

At Michael's appearance, Jong-seok looked at Kim. When Kim nodded to the gaze, he held up the bowls on one side of Jongseok.

Twenty bells were placed on the tray. And there were liquids in each jar.

"Please try dipping it with chopsticks and point it out when it tastes salty and sweet."

When Kim Ho-young interpreted Jong-seok's words, Michael, who was looking at Jong-seok with a mysterious face, tasted the liquid in Jong-ji with chopsticks.

and pointed by hand the two liquids contained in the abscess.

"These two."

When Kim Ho-young interpreted the two pieces of paper, Jong-seok's appetite melted.

'Sweet taste is at the beginning, sweet taste is at the old level, ·······니, so you can't taste it.’

The liquids were the liquids of salt and sugar. The average person would feel salty and sweet at this stage, but Michael is way above it.

Jong-seok carried the paper bags and entered the kitchen with Kim Sook-soo.

"Taste this."

When Jong-seok pointed to the paper Michael chose, Kim Sook-soo tasted it with chopsticks and frowned.

"You're stronger than I thought."

"Yes, I think I'll have to make it very strong today."

What Jong-seok thought was the way to get Michael's taste is to suit his taste.

There are many other flavors, but salty and sweet are the standard of all flavors. Knowing this standard will satisfy Michael's appetite to some extent.

But, ·····.

"I'm afraid I can't do this."

Due to Kim Sook-soo's sudden words, Jong-seok's face was puzzled.

"What? You don't season it like this?”

At Jong-seok's question, Kim Sook-soo opened his mouth looking at Jong-ji.

"It's food that people eat to stay healthy. If you cook with a liver like this, it's like poison, not food, so I can't."

Jong-seok's face was flustered by Kim's words.

"But if you cook with your liver, Michael will taste, ····."."

"I'm only doing my best."

Jong-seok nodded as he stared blankly at the remark.

'I was wrong.'

Jong-seok only thought of Michael enjoying his food, but he thinks that good food is good health.

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