Around early afternoon.
The ‘Our Table’ team, who had finished filming the opening and meal at a large snack bar, had dispersed. The filming team was divided into teams of Ahn Jong-hak and Yeon Baek-kwang, Ha Kang-soo and Hwa-rin, and Kang Woo-jin and Hong Hye-yeon.
Because the teacher and the filming location were different.
Among those three teams, PD Yoon Byung-sun, the general producer, was assigned to the kitchen team. That is, Kang Woo-jin and Hong Hye-yeon. Since the theme of ‘Our Table’ is cooking, it seemed fitting for PD Yoon Byung-sun, the main character, to be there.
anyway.
“Okay, let’s get settled in first!!”
The place where Kang Woojin’s team gathered was, of course, a filming studio, but it wasn’t a typical place. It was a kitchen studio. It was natural because they had to cook. There was a spacious kitchen with a decent interior, tables placed in front of it, various dishes, various kitchen tools, a refrigerator, etc.
It was just like a kitchen, except for the lighting and the feel of a filming set.
The ‘Our Table’ team began to settle into the studio. Since it was already rented, the filming setup was almost complete, and all that was left was to place the lights and small cameras.
Around here.
“Woojin, Hyeyeon, it’s over!!”
Two kitchen team members who had finished their makeup outside entered the studio. Transparent masks were handed out to Hong Hye-yeon and Kang Woo-jin, who had long hair tied up, and Woo-jin, who was slowly putting on his mask, quietly looked around the kitchen studio.
‘Ah- I guess all food-related filming is done in places like this.’
Well, of course, it was a new world to him. But he didn’t show it. After the microphone, the two were given aprons exclusively for ‘Our Table’. They were beige aprons with the ‘Our Table’ logo on them. Soon, PD Yoon Byung-sun, who had taken his place around the table, smiled and began to explain.
“Both of you have experience cooking- well, if we do it too blandly, it won’t feel like practice, right? So let’s try running a real restaurant. We serve customers, take orders, and cook. Hye-yeon, you’re good at making wine snacks, right?”
Hong Hye-yeon, who was wearing an apron tightly tied around her waist, answered the question a little awkwardly.
“No? Rather than making it well, just enough for people to eat.”
“Hmm. That should be enough.”
“Is that enough?”
“You can learn it, right? Then, let’s start with Hye-yeon for the cooking test. Woo-jin will take care of the cooking and assistant.”
Woojin was secretly lost in thought at the sight of Hong Hye-yeon wearing an apron, and barely managed to answer.
“Can I take orders and help with cooking?”
“Okay, shall we start right away?? Okay, everyone, take your seats!”
Dozens of staff, including the writers, sat down at the table covered with corn. Soon, Hong Hye-yeon, who was entering the kitchen as the main character, was flustered.
“Hey, all of a sudden like this??”
Hong Hye-yeon is clearly being a jerk. Her confidence as a top actress is nowhere to be found. Of course, her appearance was already being filmed, and Woo-jin was inwardly impressed.
‘Isn’t it wrong for someone like that to be pretty?’
Regardless, among the dozens of staff members who had already settled in, PD Yoon Byeong-seon raised his hand toward Woo-jin.
“Here’s your order-”
Pretending to be a guest, Kang Woo-jin approached him with an indifferent expression.
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Please give us kimchi pancake.”
Hong Hye-yeon’s voice was heard right from the back kitchen.
“Wow, kimchi pancake?? I’ve never made that before!”
The answer was given by the guest, PD Yoon Byeong-seon.
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“You can take your time, you can search and make it, anything is okay!”
Hong Hye-yeon quickly took out her cell phone. However, the customers’ orders did not end with kimchi pancakes.
“Us! Give me ramen, rice cake ramen!”
“Can I have pasta? Can I have pasta aglio olio?”
“You said it was a concept Korean meal?!”
“If that doesn’t work, give me bibimbap-”
The orders were pouring in all at once. Hong Hye-yeon bit her lower lip as if her thoughts were all jumbled up, and Woo-jin, who had written down the order indifferently, handed the bill to the chef.
“Kimchi pancake, tteok ramen, aglio olio pasta. If pasta isn’t an option, bibimbap.”
The chef was horrified when he saw the bill sticking out.
“No, I don’t know. I haven’t tried them all.”
Kang Woo-jin said calmly.
“Take your time. It’s okay if you’re a little late.”
“yes?”
“Because I’ll get cursed at a little.”
“Mr. Woojin?”
Woojin pointed to a menu with his index finger as Hong Hye-yeon forced a smile.
“Tteokbokki ramen. I think you should start with ramen.”
“Right. Ramen.”
“For the rest, boil the ramen first and then try it.”
“all right!”
Hong Hye-yeon, who had made a decision, searched around the kitchen and took out a suitable pot. But it was a bit big. Woo-jin pointed it out in a low voice.
“It’s big.”
“Oh, is it big? Then.”
“Under there. You can make it concave.”
She quickly changed pots like an avatar. However, her movements were mostly sloppy. When opening a ramen bag, when filling water, when taking rice cakes out of the refrigerator. She was just a beginner. PD Yoon Byung-sun and the staff were satisfied with this.
“Is it good?”
“Really? It feels good.”
It was full of mistakes, but it was just the kind of painting they liked.
“But Woojin, you really don’t help me at all? I told you to, but I didn’t know you’d just watch.”
“You’re both sloppy, so you don’t want to make a big deal out of it, right?”
“Well, it might be like adding insult to injury.”
About 15 minutes passed?
-widely!
Hong Hye-yeon, with a serious expression on her face, placed the finished ramen in front of Woo-jin.
“Tteokbokki ramen is done.”
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Woojin’s gaze, which had been blankly looking at her face, slowly lowered. Towards the ramen. And then he didn’t say anything.
“······”
Well, I did give an evaluation in my head.
‘I guess I can swim too.’
Hong Hye-yeon, who didn’t know this, grumbled for no reason.
“What? Why?”
“No. I was thinking about how to catch it.”
The tteok ramen she made was literally overflowing with soup. The bowl was too small to hold all of Hong Hye-yeon’s ambitions. However, somehow the ramen arrived in front of producer Yoon Byung-sun. Soon, he and the writers began to eat with their chopsticks.
-Hurrup!
The expressions are subtle. In particular, PD Yoon Byung-sun was like that. He held out wooden chopsticks to Woo-jin.
“Woojin, would you like to try it too?”
“Ah- yes.”
When Kang Woojin was scooping up ramen, Hong Hyeyeon, who was in the kitchen, also joined him. Soon, Hong Hyeyeon, whose eyes were wide, asked Woojin, who was slurping the ramen in his mouth.
“Oh, how is it?”
Woojin’s answer was short, as he swallowed the ramen without much reaction.
“It tastes like ramen.”
The staff held back laughter. On the other hand, Hong Hye-yeon furrowed her brows.
“···Since it’s ramen, it’ll probably taste like ramen. I asked if it was delicious or not.”
“It tastes like ramen somewhere in between.”
“Ha, really? Then this time, Woojin, go into the kitchen. I’ll watch the hall.”
As if he had been waiting, PD Yoon Byung-sun gave his permission.
“Substitute player!”
Woojin calmly walked into the kitchen, but honestly, he was a little nervous. It was his first time cooking in front of so many people.
‘Oh, are you nervous? I have gas in my stomach.’
The writers who were watching this scene laughed quietly.
“Oh my, look at Woojin’s serious face.”
“Is it just me who feels like the soup-filled ramen will come out again?”
“But even when Woojin cooks, he’s always a bit cynical, which is kind of cute.”
“Still, I can see Woojin being flustered today.”
As soon as Kang Woo-jin entered the kitchen, Hong Hye-yeon took the order. The order was the same as what she had received.
“Kimchi pancake and tteok ramen! Aglio olio pasta, if pasta doesn’t work then bibimbap. Woojin, you’ll start with ramen too, right?”
But this time, the chef’s first words were instructions.
“No. Hye-yeon, please come in and get the ingredients out.”
“Huh? Ingredients?”
“Yes. I’ll make the menu at the same time. First, kimchi, green onions, sausages, green chili peppers, red chili peppers······”
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As he spoke, Woojin quickly set up several pots. One for stir-frying, one for ramen, one for pasta. The look in Kang Woojin’s eyes changed.
“Pasta noodles. They’re down there.”
“Ah···yes. Here.”
“Please slice the garlic thinly. You can do it slowly.”
Soon, Hong Hye-yeon glanced at Woo-jin while chopping garlic without realizing it.
‘What, what is it?? How do you know how to make it??’
From the preparation of materials to the professional force flowing out of the picture, VJs, producer Yoon Byung-sun, and writers were all talking.
“Woojin, it seems like you’re not just boiling ramen right now?”
“Noodles? Are you going to make pasta too??!”
“Hey, hey? Mr. Woojin, you have a knife.”
That was when.
-Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock!
The sound of Woojin’s dazzling swordsmanship filled the entire studio.
“omg?”
Everyone’s eyes widened.
A few dozen minutes later.
Before I knew it, the entire studio was filled with the smell of various foods. And.
-Ugh.
“This is the last rice cake ramen.”
A bowl of rice cake ramen decorated with rice cakes and green onions was placed in front of Hong Hye-yeon. No, to be exact.
‘You really made them all at the same time??!’
All the ordered food was ready. Kimchi pancake, pasta bibimbap, and now tteok ramen. It didn’t take that long. Hong Hye-yeon helped a little, but it was almost like Kang Woo-jin did it all by himself. Still, Woo-jin was washing his hands.
“······”
It was incredibly cold. On the other hand, PD Yoon Byung-sun and the writers who even checked the tteok ramen blinked their eyes. No, all of the dozens of staff members in this studio were like that.
“Hey, doesn’t it smell so good?”
“So. Why does it smell so good?”
“Rather than that, what Woojin-ssi cooked just now······it wasn’t like cooking for someone living alone.”
“The knife work…wasn’t it so sexy? And the way he prepared the ingredients and stuff was so effortless.”
“PD. Why are you so good at cooking, Woojin?”
Do you understand? PD Yoon Byung-sun was equally shocked. At that time, Hong Hye-yeon, with a slightly excited face, quickly approached me holding chopsticks.
“Oh, what are you all doing? It’s cold. Can I start by eating?”
Woojin, who was absentmindedly wiping the moisture off his hands, tried to pour cold water on his rapidly beating heart.
‘It’ll be delicious, right? Yeah, it’ll be delicious. Wow- shiver. I’m secretly nervous about so many people eating my food??’
At the same time, Hong Hye-yeon puts pasta in her mouth while holding her long hair. And.
“!!!”
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Lightning flashed in her eyes.
“······Huh?”
“Why, why??”
PD Yoon Byung-sun, who was startled, quickly tore the kimchi pancake into pieces and put it in his mouth. What’s funny is that.
“her!!”
The reaction is the same. From here.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ll try that ramen first!”
“I want pasta!”
“Give me a spoon! I’ll mix the bibimbap!”
From the writers to the entire staff, everyone rushed to the food, and the main writer, who had just slurped down some pasta, covered his mouth with both hands and shouted.
“Ouch! What is it?? It’s so delicious!!”
Exclamations poured out from the other staff members as if it was contagious. Woojin, who was silently watching, felt inwardly satisfied.
‘nice.’
At this time, the main writer next to PD Yoon Byung-sun whispered.
“PD-nim······Isn’t this something that doesn’t need a cooking master?”
“That, that’s right. Why is everything delicious?”
At that moment the radio rang.
“Chef Lee Yang-woo has arrived!!”
A signal that the master has arrived. Chef Lee Yang-woo with his potbelly sticking out appears in the studio.
“Hello, how are you? Oh my, it smells good. Have you started cooking already?”
He had a bright smile on his face, and PD Yoon Byung-sun and the staff stood up to greet Chef Lee Yang-woo. Soon, it was time for a brief greeting. Of course, the same goes for Kang Woo-jin and Hong Hye-yeon.
And then.
“Wow- Pasta with kimchi pancake?? You cooked a lot?”
Chef Lee Yang-woo, who was wearing a microphone, discovered the food on the table. PD Yoon Byung-sun was a little embarrassed for some reason. Other writers had similar reactions. Regardless, Chef Lee Yang-woo.
“Huh? But the food looks weird… It’s not for practice.”
He strides over to the table and looks at the dishes. Then, for some reason, he frowns slightly.
“Hey PD. This is.”
After figuring out something, he immediately picked up his chopsticks and picked up the bowl of pasta. He sniffed at the smell first. Then, his eyebrows furrowed even more. However, instead of talking, he put a chopstick of pasta in his mouth and chewed it.
In just a few seconds, he let out a hollow laugh.
“Ha- PD-nim.”
I muttered while looking at producer Yoon Byung-sun and the writers.
“This wasn’t for practice, but for demonstration purposes? Did you call another chef besides me?”
“yes?”
“No, there was no such thing. Is there something like a competition between chefs to decide who will be the master? That’s a bit difficult.”
This moment.
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“······”
“······”
“······”
All eyes, including PD Yoon Byung-sun, Hong Hye-yeon, and the writers, were turned toward Kang Woo-jin, who was wearing an apron. Among them, PD Yoon Byung-sun, who was scratching his head, muttered quietly.
“I’m the one in trouble. That’s because Woojin made it.”
Then, Chef Lee Yang-woo, who had been dazed for a moment, looked at Woo-jin with a poker face and started to be flustered.
“Hey, Woojin made this? Not another chef?”
Because he admitted it with his own mouth.
Around lunchtime the next day, the 24th.
A Korean restaurant in the mountains of Gangwon-do. The overall atmosphere of the restaurant was very homey. What was unusual was that the area around the restaurant was crowded today. Not only were there filming equipment, but there were also many staff members running around.
Even the numerous onlookers who surrounded it.
Today, we are planning to film the first episode of ‘Our Table’ at this Korean restaurant. That may be why the sign is different today.
–
The interior of the Korean restaurant was spacious. It was divided into a main hall and a sub hall. There seemed to be at least 10 tables, and small cameras and VJs were positioned everywhere in the hall.
and.
“It’s so pretty here.”
“It has to be Instagram-worthy.”
The hall was already crowded with invited guests.
“Hwarin······She’s crazy pretty.”
“I almost screamed when I passed by earlier. You were so pretty.”
“Even Yeonbaek-gwang’s face is so small.”
“Hey! Over there, Ha Kang-soo! Wow- he’s really an actor. I can’t help but gasp.”
In the meantime, Yeonbaek-kwang, full of energy, entered the kitchen and came out with food. It was kimchi pancake. The kimchi pancake was placed on a table for two women.
“bon appetite!”
“······thank you.”
The women who were captivated by Yeonbaekkwang’s appearance barely managed to eat the kimchi pancake. Soon, the two of them’s eyes grew wide.
“Wow – delicious.”
“Right? It’s crispy and just the right amount of seasoning. It’s really delicious.”
“Who’s in the kitchen?? I guess there’s a separate chef who cooks.”
Here, Yeonbaek-gwang, who had placed soy sauce on their table, smiled and answered.
“Our kitchen main, Woojin hyung. No, Kang Woojin, do it!”
Meanwhile, in Danang, Vietnam.
The filming location for ‘The Missing Island’ in the middle of a crazy forest. However, since they had just finished filming in the morning, all of the hundred or so staff members and actors were resting in their tents.
of course.
-Palac.
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Director Kwon Ki-taek, who was checking the shooting storyboard while sipping coffee, was the same. Then, he suddenly turned his head and called the assistant director.
“Tomorrow? When Woojin comes back.”
The assistant director quickly answered the gentle question.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be taking an early morning flight tomorrow and should arrive sometime before lunchtime.”
“hmm.”
“Filming is scheduled to begin in the early afternoon.”
“Cut out a few scenes. Let’s let them rest for a bit and then film one scene at night.”
“All right.”
It was at this time.
-♬♪
Director Kwon Ki-taek’s cell phone rang. He picked it up casually, but hesitated slightly.
‘Director Ahn again?’
Because the other person was Director Ahn Ga-bok, who had recently contacted me. I was a little suspicious, but Director Kwon Ki-taek politely answered the phone as he left the tent.
“Yes, director.”
Director Ahn Ga-bok’s old voice was heard over the phone.
“Director Kwon, it’s still hot in Vietnam.”
