쉐프의 키스 (Chef's Kiss)
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쉐프의 키스 (Chef's Kiss) | G
Kyuhyun/Henry/Ryeowook
At a French restaurant.
"Voila!" Ryeowook exclaims as he puts the finishing touches to his French fruit tarts and then claps his hands softly in delight. Onew, the patissier's apprentice, saunters over to Ryeowook's side, multi-coloured owl printed mitts on both his hands.
"Looks absolutely scrumptious, Ryeowook-sunbaenim," Onew says as he scrutinizes in wonder at the little baked desserts in the middle of the plain porcelain plate. The gleaming honey glazed strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, finely cut kiwis and oranges put carefully atop vanilla cream has Onew licking his lips unknowingly.
"I doubt it'll be as great as what Sungmin-sshi has made before, though," Ryeowook tells him and Onew shakes his head.
"Sungmin-sunbaenim personally recommended you for his position and Yunho-seonsangnim really has high expectations in you," Onew tells him. “I believe in you, sunbaenim!” he says cheerfully and Ryeowook smiles, ruffling his apprentice's hair playfully with his hand.
"I feel like I'm going to go crazy already," Ryeowook laughs.
"Ah, I want to taste one really badly," Onew whimpers and Ryeowook notices the younger man eyeing the fruit tarts with pitiful eyes.
“Try one then,” Ryeowook says and Onew looks at him confusedly. “I’m experimenting with something new to propose for the menu. Tell me if you like it.” Onew grins and carefully picks one of the small pastries in his hand. He takes a deep whiff of its sugary scent and sighs happily.
“Jal meokkesseumnida~” Onew chirps and just as he speaks, the oven chimes across the room and Onew drops the tarts, the dessert crumbles a little as it hurtles into the plate. “Ah! The crème brulee!” Onew cries out suddenly. “Sorry, sunbaenim!” He says to Ryeowook and he scuttles away quickly without another word, pushing through the clustered kitchen hurriedly.
“Aish! No running in the kitchen, Onew-ah!” Sous-chef Choikang Changmin snaps as the young chef darts past him, their shoulders collide and Changmin nearly spoils the tasteful garnishing of the Foie Gras before him. Onew shouts him a halfhearted apology and Changmin rolls his eyes.
"Sorry, Changmin-sshi," Ryeowook starts with a smile. "You know how fragile crème brulees are."
“Safe, yesssss!” Onew’s victorious cheer resounds from the other end of the busy kitchen the moment he removes the tray from the oven, the crème brulee lined up neatly in three rows in small custard cups. “The crème brulees are perfect!” the young chef shouts with glee and Ryeowook laughs.
“I’ll top them with berries and have them ready to be served, sunbaenim! You can count on me!” Onew says loudly as he gives Ryeowook a firm salute with his hand and scurries off with the crème brulees for some final touches before they are served to the restaurant’s dining patrons.
The kitchen becomes fairly quiet again, clanking metal pots and the sizzling sounds from the simmering meat in the pans over the stove. Two familiar rings from the bell and the waiters shuffle by to collect the finished dishes to be brought to the dining hall effortlessly.
“Wait a minute,” Donghae says all the sudden, he stops peeling shrimps at the sink.
Eunhyuk nudges him with his elbow and grumbles. “You’re not getting out of shrimp duty, Hae. These hundred shrimps aren’t going to peel themselves!” Eunhyuk shrieks furiously.
“Am I the only one who finds the atmosphere in the kitchen lately strangely peaceful?” Donghae asks. “Other than Onew’s bumbling behaviour, of course,” he says, gesturing his hand towards the young chef decorating the crème brulees nearby, tongue pressed against the corner of his mouth and eyebrows creased in absolute concentration.
“Actually,” Eunhyuk says, “Now that you’ve mentioned it, you’re right.” He glances around the kitchen briefly and then stares at Donghae with disbelief. “Something is different,” he says thoughtfully, tapping his index finger to his chin.
“Where are Kyuhyun and Henry?” Changmin asks all a sudden, noticing the absence of the two other sous-chefs.
The moment those words left his mouth, there is a loud crash at the back of the kitchen that makes everyone flinch. Somebody curses viciously and the commotion becomes worse. “Ah, so there they are,” Changmin says, strangely calm.
“Oh,” Eunhyuk says simply and then goes back to peeling shrimps. Donghae looks disappointed but doesn't say another word.
“Fuck off, Henry!” Kyuhyun bites out, a vice grip around Henry’s wrist. His fingernails carve angry red lines along Henry’s arms but Henry doesn’t let go. Henry has Kyuhyun pushed up against the freezer, fisting his hands into the front of the other man’s uniform roughly.
Ryeowook watches anxiously at Henry and Kyuhyun who are at each others' throats like wolves while everybody else seems immersed with their individual tasks in the kitchen without saying a word as though nothing is wrong. It isn't a mundane sight to see the two sous-chefs fighting, but the kitchen staffs don't seem to react to it whereas Ryeowook looks quite frightened.
“Don’t bother with them, sunbaenim,” Onew tells him offhandedly. “They’re always fighting every time they see each other. You’ll get used to it, believe me. They’ll get bored of it in awhile anyway.” Onew shrugs and Ryeowook nods his head slowly, not quite understanding the situation. Although Ryeowook tries to concentrate on his fruit tarts, he keeps glancing away.
“Shut the hell up, Cho!” Henry snarls. “Just so you know, I hate you, and I can’t stand every damn moment I have to work with you! Why can’t I get rid of you from my life?!” Henry shouts and Kyuhyun pushes him away forcefully and the back of Henry’s waist snaps into the counter and a plate tips over the edge.
The sound of the plate shattering makes the two fighting sous-chefs stop. A piece of the ruined fruit tart rolls to Kyuhyun’s feet and Henry unintentionally crushes one underneath his heels, the burst blueberry makes a silent squishy noise that has the both of them staring at the floor.
Ryeowook looks at the broken pastries covering the floor wordlessly, blinking blankly and feeling strangely depressed.
Henry and Kyuhyun standing opposite of him gives him an apologetic look but before a syllable of their apology could leave their throats, a small sack of flour falls over. White powder explodes into the air, covering all three chefs standing in the corner and one quarter of the kitchen in white.
“Sunbaenim!” Onew gasps, clasping a hand over his mouth. Donghae and Eunhyuk smack their palms over their foreheads, their hands smelling unpleasantly of freshly peeled shrimps.
"Yunho!" Changmin notices the brooding executive chef by the door and looks alarmed. Yunho’s eyes are seething amber when he sees the chaos in his kitchen.
“What the fuck?” he growls and everybody is quiet.
“Who the hell is responsible for this?!” Yunho bellows furiously and doubtlessly, everyone in the kitchen is trembling. No one dares to answer him, none of their eyes lingering to meet with his fierce ones. Yunho’s eyes catch the unusual sight of the three flour-covered chefs standing motionless in one corner of the kitchen and his dark eyes narrow dangerously.
“Cho Kyuhyun! Henry Lau! Kim Ryeowook!" Yunho shouts fiercely and Ryeowook is so frightened that his body freezes over. "You're all on cleaning duty for the rest of the week and you better start now!”
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쉐프의 키스 (Chef's Kiss) | G
Kyuhyun/Henry/Ryeowook
At a French restaurant.
"Voila!" Ryeowook exclaims as he puts the finishing touches to his French fruit tarts and then claps his hands softly in delight. Onew, the patissier's apprentice, saunters over to Ryeowook's side, multi-coloured owl printed mitts on both his hands.
"Looks absolutely scrumptious, Ryeowook-sunbaenim," Onew says as he scrutinizes in wonder at the little baked desserts in the middle of the plain porcelain plate. The gleaming honey glazed strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, finely cut kiwis and oranges put carefully atop vanilla cream has Onew licking his lips unknowingly.
"I doubt it'll be as great as what Sungmin-sshi has made before, though," Ryeowook tells him and Onew shakes his head.
"Sungmin-sunbaenim personally recommended you for his position and Yunho-seonsangnim really has high expectations in you," Onew tells him. “I believe in you, sunbaenim!” he says cheerfully and Ryeowook smiles, ruffling his apprentice's hair playfully with his hand.
"I feel like I'm going to go crazy already," Ryeowook laughs.
"Ah, I want to taste one really badly," Onew whimpers and Ryeowook notices the younger man eyeing the fruit tarts with pitiful eyes.
“Try one then,” Ryeowook says and Onew looks at him confusedly. “I’m experimenting with something new to propose for the menu. Tell me if you like it.” Onew grins and carefully picks one of the small pastries in his hand. He takes a deep whiff of its sugary scent and sighs happily.
“Jal meokkesseumnida~” Onew chirps and just as he speaks, the oven chimes across the room and Onew drops the tarts, the dessert crumbles a little as it hurtles into the plate. “Ah! The crème brulee!” Onew cries out suddenly. “Sorry, sunbaenim!” He says to Ryeowook and he scuttles away quickly without another word, pushing through the clustered kitchen hurriedly.
“Aish! No running in the kitchen, Onew-ah!” Sous-chef Choikang Changmin snaps as the young chef darts past him, their shoulders collide and Changmin nearly spoils the tasteful garnishing of the Foie Gras before him. Onew shouts him a halfhearted apology and Changmin rolls his eyes.
"Sorry, Changmin-sshi," Ryeowook starts with a smile. "You know how fragile crème brulees are."
“Safe, yesssss!” Onew’s victorious cheer resounds from the other end of the busy kitchen the moment he removes the tray from the oven, the crème brulee lined up neatly in three rows in small custard cups. “The crème brulees are perfect!” the young chef shouts with glee and Ryeowook laughs.
“I’ll top them with berries and have them ready to be served, sunbaenim! You can count on me!” Onew says loudly as he gives Ryeowook a firm salute with his hand and scurries off with the crème brulees for some final touches before they are served to the restaurant’s dining patrons.
The kitchen becomes fairly quiet again, clanking metal pots and the sizzling sounds from the simmering meat in the pans over the stove. Two familiar rings from the bell and the waiters shuffle by to collect the finished dishes to be brought to the dining hall effortlessly.
“Wait a minute,” Donghae says all the sudden, he stops peeling shrimps at the sink.
Eunhyuk nudges him with his elbow and grumbles. “You’re not getting out of shrimp duty, Hae. These hundred shrimps aren’t going to peel themselves!” Eunhyuk shrieks furiously.
“Am I the only one who finds the atmosphere in the kitchen lately strangely peaceful?” Donghae asks. “Other than Onew’s bumbling behaviour, of course,” he says, gesturing his hand towards the young chef decorating the crème brulees nearby, tongue pressed against the corner of his mouth and eyebrows creased in absolute concentration.
“Actually,” Eunhyuk says, “Now that you’ve mentioned it, you’re right.” He glances around the kitchen briefly and then stares at Donghae with disbelief. “Something is different,” he says thoughtfully, tapping his index finger to his chin.
“Where are Kyuhyun and Henry?” Changmin asks all a sudden, noticing the absence of the two other sous-chefs.
The moment those words left his mouth, there is a loud crash at the back of the kitchen that makes everyone flinch. Somebody curses viciously and the commotion becomes worse. “Ah, so there they are,” Changmin says, strangely calm.
“Oh,” Eunhyuk says simply and then goes back to peeling shrimps. Donghae looks disappointed but doesn't say another word.
“Fuck off, Henry!” Kyuhyun bites out, a vice grip around Henry’s wrist. His fingernails carve angry red lines along Henry’s arms but Henry doesn’t let go. Henry has Kyuhyun pushed up against the freezer, fisting his hands into the front of the other man’s uniform roughly.
Ryeowook watches anxiously at Henry and Kyuhyun who are at each others' throats like wolves while everybody else seems immersed with their individual tasks in the kitchen without saying a word as though nothing is wrong. It isn't a mundane sight to see the two sous-chefs fighting, but the kitchen staffs don't seem to react to it whereas Ryeowook looks quite frightened.
“Don’t bother with them, sunbaenim,” Onew tells him offhandedly. “They’re always fighting every time they see each other. You’ll get used to it, believe me. They’ll get bored of it in awhile anyway.” Onew shrugs and Ryeowook nods his head slowly, not quite understanding the situation. Although Ryeowook tries to concentrate on his fruit tarts, he keeps glancing away.
“Shut the hell up, Cho!” Henry snarls. “Just so you know, I hate you, and I can’t stand every damn moment I have to work with you! Why can’t I get rid of you from my life?!” Henry shouts and Kyuhyun pushes him away forcefully and the back of Henry’s waist snaps into the counter and a plate tips over the edge.
The sound of the plate shattering makes the two fighting sous-chefs stop. A piece of the ruined fruit tart rolls to Kyuhyun’s feet and Henry unintentionally crushes one underneath his heels, the burst blueberry makes a silent squishy noise that has the both of them staring at the floor.
Ryeowook looks at the broken pastries covering the floor wordlessly, blinking blankly and feeling strangely depressed.
Henry and Kyuhyun standing opposite of him gives him an apologetic look but before a syllable of their apology could leave their throats, a small sack of flour falls over. White powder explodes into the air, covering all three chefs standing in the corner and one quarter of the kitchen in white.
“Sunbaenim!” Onew gasps, clasping a hand over his mouth. Donghae and Eunhyuk smack their palms over their foreheads, their hands smelling unpleasantly of freshly peeled shrimps.
"Yunho!" Changmin notices the brooding executive chef by the door and looks alarmed. Yunho’s eyes are seething amber when he sees the chaos in his kitchen.
“What the fuck?” he growls and everybody is quiet.
“Who the hell is responsible for this?!” Yunho bellows furiously and doubtlessly, everyone in the kitchen is trembling. No one dares to answer him, none of their eyes lingering to meet with his fierce ones. Yunho’s eyes catch the unusual sight of the three flour-covered chefs standing motionless in one corner of the kitchen and his dark eyes narrow dangerously.
“Cho Kyuhyun! Henry Lau! Kim Ryeowook!" Yunho shouts fiercely and Ryeowook is so frightened that his body freezes over. "You're all on cleaning duty for the rest of the week and you better start now!”
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