Chapter 135 Festival (2)
“…….”
Silence engulfed Park Ryong-mun’s street stall.
The disciples dared not come out to meet my gaze, and the master stood there, flustered, breaking out in a cold sweat.
I spoke to that master.
“What is this?”
“I-is it that bad?”
“Did you burn your tongue? You wouldn’t know unless you tried it.”
After being scolded, the head of the Park Ryong-mun sect picked up the bowl I left behind and sipped the broth.
“It’s actually tasty…”
Seeing his reaction, I realized this stall had been flawed from the start.
Shake shake.
A sight that made one shake one’s head involuntarily.
That was it.
How could someone who didn’t know taste judge food?
I wanted to smash the stall right then and there, but since Park Ryong-mun and I weren’t strangers, I calmed myself once more.
“What were the reactions of the people who’ve eaten it so far? You must have held a tasting event with acquaintances.”
“……Well, it’s only a three-day pop-up stall, so we didn’t hold a separate tasting event.”
“Bullshit.”
I looked around at my disciples and asked.
“How was it for you guys?”
“…….”
My question plunged the stall into silence once more.
Of course. In the martial world, where the principle of master and disciple as one prevails, no one would dare say their master’s handmade noodles were bad.
“Ugh, I knew it.”
But since no one said it was good either, that was answer enough.
“Hey. You.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Go over to the Jangga Guesthouse and learn how to make fried pork. Tell them I sent you, and they’ll teach you.”
