The number one Korean food that foreigners love the most!

The very dish from ‘Korea is insane’!

Now that the menu was decided, it was time to move on to execution.

“Babito, do we have beef?”

“Yes, there are some thick cuts.”

“I need it thinly sliced, very thin. It needs to be a tender part.”

“I understand tender, but thin beef?”

Babito looked at me with puzzled eyes.

‘It must look strange.’

It made sense since, here, beef was typically cooked thickly, either as a steak or put in stew.

“Is it not possible?”

“But the master prefers…….”

When I asked cautiously, he seemed to ponder.

There was nothing to be done if it wasn’t possible. It was rude to barge into a kitchen that belonged to someone else.

However, determination soon filled Babito’s face.

“If you, his lover, personally cook for him, the master will surely enjoy it. I’ll prepare the beef.”

“Thank you!”

“Trust me!”

Babito immediately went to prepare the beef.

While waiting for the beef he would bring, I needed to prepare vegetables and seasoning.

‘Oops, all the seasonings are in my room.’

Soy sauce, sugar, everything was packed in the red package I had brought separately.

“Eshtra, could you please bring the red package from my room?”

“Yes, I understand.”

As Eshtra began to move, she hesitated for a moment.

Wondering if there was a problem, I asked, and a small, mumbled voice flowed out.

“What’s wrong?”

“……I wish the master would enjoy the food you made.”

Soon, Eshtra left the kitchen, saying she would return shortly.

‘She was worried too.’

It wasn’t just Eshtra. Babito, all the servants, were concerned about Kashar.

“Is there anything we can help with?”

“Oh, could you please bring me some carrots and onions? Mushrooms and garlic would be nice too.”

“We’ll prepare them right away!”

The people in the kitchen began to move swiftly.

‘Shall we begin then?’
I was chopping the vegetables brought by the servants.

“Here’s thinly sliced beef.”

“Here’s the package you requested.”

“Thank you all!”

Then, all the necessary ingredients came to hand.

‘Let’s see, there’s no time to marinate the meat.’

I checked the meat on the plate.

The meat that Babito had sliced was perfect for bulgogi, and the fat was evenly mixed in.

‘First, set it aside and make the sauce.’

I put crushed garlic in a bowl, added seven spoons of soy sauce, three spoons of sugar, and three spoons of sesame oil, and mixed well.

‘It would be better with some cooking wine.’

I regretfully sprinkled in some freshly ground pepper to finish the sauce!

I tasted it with my little finger, and the seasoning was just right.

“Leave this here. Next, …”

As I mumbled and set down the bowl of sauce, eyes were drawn to me.

‘Everyone is looking at me.’

Perhaps it was the unfamiliar recipe, but I was a little embarrassed to cook in front of so many people.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Babito stealthily approached and asked me.

“May I ask what that is?”

“It’s a sauce to season the meat. Right, I need to sauté the meat; may I borrow a pan?”

“Ah, here it is!”

I took the pan Babito handed me and went to the stove. As I drizzled some oil into it, the wellseasoned cast iron sizzled.

When I placed the thinly sliced meat on the heated pan,

Sssssss

A pleasant sound filled the room.

But one mustn’t be careless. I took out the long wooden chopsticks from the package.

“What are those for?”

“They are cooking chopsticks. Used like a spatula. Like this.”

As I gently loosened the stuck meat, Babito’s eyes widened.

“Would you like to take them later?”

“Can you really give me something so valuable?”

“Of course. It’s a token of gratitude for lending the kitchen.”

I can always dream more and get a new one.

“Thank you so much! Feel free to use the kitchen anytime!”

“Thank you.”

I ended the conversation and focused on cooking.

The prepared vegetables were poured over the meat, which had achieved a proper Maillard reaction.

I quickly sautéed them and then it was time to add the sauce.

‘This way, I can achieve a more distinct flavor.’

Although marinating is good, this method saves a lot of time.

“……A sweet smell.”

“I’ve never smelled this fragrance before.”

As the cooking was completed, the people in the kitchen began to murmur.

“What’s the name of this dish?”

“It’s called bulgogi. It’s meat sautéed in a sweet and salty sauce.”

“Bulgogi… Bulgogi…”

Babito seemed entranced as I handed him the plate.

“Finished!”

Sesame seeds were sprinkled over the moist, brown bulgogi.

‘All that’s left is to serve it with some steamed rice.’

The tantalizing taste and aroma were evident in the rising steam.

The kitchen was quickly dominated by the bulgogi.

“I’ll take it out now!”

“I’ll open the door!”

As I placed the bulgogi platter on the large silver tray, the kitchen door opened.

It was the King’s procession.

“Wow, it smells delicious!”

“It’s Aileen’s recipe.”

“Come, come. Take your seats!”

Louis and Evan were the first to recognize the food.

I calmed the children and divided the portions onto empty plates.

“Let’s eat.”

A proper Korean breakfast table was set in the ducal mansion for the first time.

The eyes of those in the dining room turned to the table.

An unknown dish, but the fragrance was anything but ordinary.

“Wait a minute. Today, let’s have your elder brother, Kashar, eat first.”

“Huh, is that how it’s supposed to be?”

“Today it is.”

I gently scolded Louis and turned my head to Kashar.

“You must eat well. The children learn by watching.”
At my single word, everyone’s eyes turned to him.

Soon after, the previously silent Kashar picked up his fork.

A little steamed rice, still steaming, and then bulgogi was placed on top.

The food, neatly stacked on the fork, soon went straight to his mouth.

His chubby cheeks moved pleasantly.

How can he eat so deliciously without making a sound?

It was an established fact in the academic world that one could feel full just by watching the eating scene of the handsome man and my child.

Soon after, Kashar’s eyes widened as he swallowed the food silently.

“I’m amazed every time.”

“What?”

“The balance of salty energy and sweet taste. And it melts softly. My tongue might melt.”

The thrilling blend of sweet and salty that could be felt from the tip of the tongue.

That was the charm of bulgogi.

Gradually, the hand playing with the fork sped up. Louis couldn’t stand it any longer and picked up his spoon powerfully.

“I want to eat too, I want to eat too!”

Louis’s cheeks puffed up as he took a mouthful of bulgogi.

Then, Jilsela Evan also picked up a fork.

The cheers burst out simultaneously.

“The meat is sweet!”

“……It’s a pleasant salty and sweet taste.”

“Aileen, it’s so delicious!”

The successive praises were filling my stomach.

‘I’m proud.’

Where could there be anything as reassuring as the praise of those who eat?

‘I understand a mother’s heart.’

Kashar ate quickly but neatly. His bowl was soon clean.

“It’s delicious. Priceless, in fact.”

Kashar’s expression as he said that was truly serious.

‘Hehe, I can do it.’

Culinary skills acknowledged by a handsome man!

Mom, I’ve succeeded!

The joy of hearing those words was brief, as another surprise spread around.

“Ma, Master…….”

“Did you taste it?”

What is this noise?