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Veal tenderloin.

Australian kind, okay.

Korean tenderloin.

Okay.

Lamb, got it. I'm out of here.

That's cold.

Oh my god.

What are you two doing in here?

I need to find some foie gras too!

If you're going to keep this up,

can't you at least do it in the freezer?

And freeze to death?

-Right, baby? -Yeah.

With the way you two are stuck together, how could you freeze?

I don't know.

I didn't see anything.

Not a thing.

That's right, you didn't see anything!

I didn't see anything, so don't worry and just go out.

Quite the lovebirds, those two.

Okay.

-Yes, Chef. -Yes, Chef.

Hey You-kyung!

-Yes. -I need clean frying pans!

Okay!

You-kyung!

You-kyung, I need some plates!

Okay!

Three plates.

Here you go.

Table number 11.

One spaghetti vongole,

two chitarras,

and one lobster ravioli.

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

-You-kyung! Wine! White wine! -Okay!

Bring the lobster and turn off the broth!

Okay!

Number 11 is still waiting!

How much longer?

One minute!

-Thirty seconds! -Hurry it up!

-You-kyung, we're out of fresh noodles! -All right!

-You-kyung! Plates! -Coming!

-Over here too! -Two plates!

Okay!

You-kyung! The frying pans are piling up! Start washing them!

All right!

-Here you are! -Okay!

-Water. -Okay!

Here it is.

Dishcloth!

Yes, Chef!

I'm exhausted.

Let's go.

Wait for me.

-Nice job! Good night! -Thanks.

-You too! Good night. -Okay.

-Finish up and go home. -All right.

Do you want to grab a beer?

There's a new bar right down here.

It's so hot.

I'm dead tired.

-Congratulations! -Congratulations!

So you'll have a gofer starting tomorrow!

-I heard it's a guy. -And they say he's good looking.

After three years, is You-kyung finally getting the chance to cook?

Has the cat got your tongue? Say something!

Thank you.

Thank you. I'll do my best.

Do your best!

-Congratulations! -Congratulations!

-Hello. -Hello, madam.

Do you have any cigarettes?

YOU-KYUNG'S CHINESE RESTAURANT

Dad!

Your mother liked this.

But does she have to eat noodles in death too?

That's what the departed liked.

Then shouldn't we lay out what the departed really liked?

Mom loved a cigarette before a meal. You were her husband and you didn't know?

Hey, give me a lighter.

Don't play dumb, hand it over!

Father, you have one, right?

I know you do, give it here!

Goodness!

From next year I'll be holding this service for both you and your mother!

How dare you pull out a cigarette in front of your father?

How could you?

-I can't believe this! -Dad.

Hold it! Hold it right there little girl! Darn it!

So you played innocent all along, Mom?

Father didn't even know.

He just turned the table over.

You must be hungry.

Mom.

I'm really going to be a chef.

Hello. I'm Oh Se-yeong of Chef's Table.

The weather has gotten cold lately, hasn't it?

When our children come home with their noses and hands icy,

what can be more welcoming than a warm,

roasted sweet potato gratin waiting for them?

It's a snack filled with nutritional value that would bring a smile on their faces.

Today's item will be...

-Hello. -Hello.

I'll just carry this, but please send the rest of my order right away.

Okay.

Here's your receipt. And for purchases over 100,000 won, we're giving these away.

Do they live long?

It depends.

Just leave them then.

Eggs for today Eggs for tomorrow

If I switch these two, only I will know Nobody else would

What are you doing?

Oh, come in! It's cold outside!

When you come tomorrow, bring an extra 200 cartons for March,

and make it 1,200 cartons from this month, okay?

And I want the king-sized ones.

I know!

King-sized.

I know! King-sized eggs! Did we just start doing this yesterday?

-Bye, then. -Alright. By the way--

That'll be 700 won.

I'm sorry.

Sorry!

Oh, no!

-Cup your hands together. -I'm sorry?

Are you ready?

Run!

Thank you.

They almost died, these little guys.

I'll take those plastic bags now.

Oh, right.

Hold on. How are you going to hold these plastic bags?

This won't work.

-Okay, then-- -Hey, it's leaking.

He's a player!

First, put them in my hands, take your plastic bags

and then we'll move the fish back to your hands again.

I guess so.

It's just a slight burn,

but the doctor bandaged it so it wouldn't scar.

Well, just give them to me. It's okay now.

Do you have superpowers?

Let's go. There's only one solution...

Which way?

This way.

Maybe he's just a gentleman?

Do you know the memory span of a goldfish?

No.

-Two seconds. -"Two seconds"?

Every two seconds, their memory is lost

and the world begins anew for them.

-It's leaking. -Here.

Then I guess they have no problem living in a little bowl?

That's right. After two seconds, they would already forget where they are.

"Where am I?" After two more seconds, "Now, where am I?"

Everything's new every two seconds.

They're dumb.

Yes, they're dumb.

Real dumb.

We're here.

-Here? -Yes.

Thank you.

Take good care of them.

Okay.

Bye.

Excuse me!

Yes?

Would you mind getting my keys for me as well?

They're in the pocket of my backpack.

I've forgotten that your hands aren't free.

Okay, hold on.

Yes, they should be in there.

I don't see them.

I always put them there. That's odd.

They're really not here.

That's strange.

Are they in my coat?

Could you check the pocket of my sweater?

Are you sure it's all right?

Yes, of course.

Hold on.

-They aren't there? -Nope.

Not there.

No, not there either!

In here, there's a pocket. Are they there?

Are you just saying that you don't know where they are to make me touch around?

No.

I'm just joking because this is awkward.

But since we're doing this... hold on.

Hey!

Hold on.

Open the door, please.

Do you have some time tonight?

Why are you hesitating?

You're supposed to refuse on the first time.

I would be free around midnight.

At what time?

Eleven o'clock.

There's only one thing a man and a woman could do together at that time.

They sleep together.

If that's your intention, then thanks.

What?

It's only because that's when I finish work!

I guess you find me quite attractive.

You didn't turn me down once and even agreed to meet me around midnight.

You're in such a hurry.

I only wanted to buy you a beer to say thank you.

If I were you, I would've put the goldfish down to find the keys myself

rather than let someone feel me up.

-Hey! -Fine.

I'll see you at 11, at that crosswalk from earlier.

Not tonight or tomorrow, but the day after.

Let's just say you turned me down for tonight and tomorrow.

I'm helping you to boost your self-esteem.

By the way, do you know where La Sfera is?

I'm new to this neighborhood.

Why are you asking about that place?

I'm going to work there. That's where I'll be working.

So then, by any chance...

THE ITALIAN RESTAURANT

Then...

are you...

a chef?

Here?

Hey, kid!

What?

How old are you?

Do you think they like it?

In the kitchen, experience trumps age, so I will speak casually to you.

What you'll have to do is...

Well, there's really nothing to explain.

Just keep your eyes, ears, and mouth shut for a year and bear with it.

That's all.

With your mouth, just say one thing.

"Yes, Chef.

Okay, Chef. Thank you, Chef."

Try it.

"Yes, Chef.

Okay, Chef."

Why aren't you saying anything?

You're just going to leave?

I have a question.

Yes, anything.

When will the boss be here?

You're going to work here?

Yes.

There are still a few months left on your contract,

but you're fired, Chef.

"Fired"?

Why? What's the reason?

Over the past several months,

the cost of your phone calls to Italy

could already pay the salaries of several cooks.

If you miss Italy that much,

go back.

That's the reason?

Your salary has increased yet the restaurant's sales do not.

Your menu has already become a commonplace thing on other restaurants.

Your recipes have become boring.

They are not special...

anymore.

That's ridiculous!

Do you think La Sfera can function without me?

Mamma... Mamma mia!

We'll start tomorrow, then.

Bye. See you tomorrow.

About those goldfish...

They're going to die soon.

Why?

They're unsuitable for our kitchen.

Why not?

By the looks of them, they're females.

So?

Nevermind.

-Come on, hurry up! -Hurry!

Chef Totti!

-Buon giorno! -Buon giorno!

What's up with him?

Put in a word with the chef. Take a little for yourself too.

What's this?

1, 10, 100, 10,000, 1,000,000, 10,000,000.

Ten million won?

You give it back to him.

What?

Give it back to him yourself.

This money wasn't meant for me.

They're giving it to you.

Let's take this opportunity to change vendors.

Let's order from another vendor.

And...

I don't know anything about this. I'm just returning the money to you.

I don't know anything about it.

Okay?

It's expensive. Take care of it.

-Welcome! -Welcome!

Do you have a reservation?

No.

This way, please.

Excuse me, Chef!

Please take me to my table.

Yes, sir.

What's good today, Chef?

Is the steak good?

The lobster was only so-so last time.

In other countries, customers can normally call the chef to ask for recommendations.

And sometimes after eating, they'll tell the chef,

"It was really delicious."

Or "Your food is...

better than sex."

Those are a few things which could be said to a chef.

It seems like you've heard a lot of things.

But what can your cooking actually surpass?

What?

No, I'm just...

Won't I get a menu?

Thank you. I enjoyed the meal.

Did you come out to see me off?

Don't come back again, sir.

What kind of restaurant tells their customers not to come back?

Do you know me?

You should say, "Come again, sir!"

The people in the kitchen are looking at me funnily.

The executive chef and the others are there.

Every time you come, you ask me what's good, to recommend something.

It's like I'm judging their skills and at the same time need to be honest.

You're a good liar.

What?

That soup which you had recommended was terrible.

Well, that's good.

In the future, I'll just recommend dishes that don't sell--

things made with stale ingredients or sample items.

It's up to you whether you would still come or not...

You and your high-class palate.

Goodbye, trash bag.

SEO YOU-KYUNG

The cactus has bloomed.

So they bloom...

Is it tilted?

-Hello. -Hello.

Starting from today,

Chef Totti will no longer be working here for personal reasons.

A new, talented young chef

will be taking command of the kitchen as of today.

As the newly-appointed chef has full authority over the kitchen,

I hope that everybody will adjust and cooperate

as quickly as possible to help La Sfera regain its reputation.

It's the first day and he's late. Hurry up and get over here.

Here he is.

-Welcome. -Thank you.

Hello everyone.

I'm Choi Hyeon-uk.

So, who is he?

I'm kitchen assistant Jung Eun-su. Nice to meet you.

Take good care of him, You-kyung.

Yes, sir.

I'm a sous-chef, Kum Suk-ho.

So you're my number two.

I'm also a sous-chef, Lee Hui-ju.

I have two sous-chefs. Okay.

I'm Park Mi-hui.

I'm in charge of the pasta.

Yes, I'm Jung Ho-nam. I also work on the pasta.

I'm Park Chan-hui. I handle the antipasto.

I'm Min Seung-jae. I cook pasta.

I'm Han Sang-sik. I'm the antipasto assistant.

I'm Seo You-kyung. I'm the pasta assistant.

They're open!

-Welcome. -Welcome.

Please follow me.

You-kyung is finally getting a chance to cook!

I'll say it's a bit awkward!

How long has it been since you last cooked?

Three years.

-Do your best! -I will.

He's coming.

There's always a little nervousness when waiting for the first order.

But there's always happiness when empty plates return.

So just relax and continue what you have been doing before.

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

Shall we get started?

Table number four,

one granchio, one porcini,

two fettuccines and three vongole.

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

Hui-ju.

I could just melt at the sound of the Chef's voice!

-Come to your senses, you foolish girl. -Gosh.

You can use this room. If you need anything, just let me know.

I'd like you to keep your hands off the kitchen.

It should completely be my territory.

Of course.

How was the kitchen anyway?

They've worked together for quite a while now.

I'm sure you'll find them very useful.

It's a complete mess.

What?

I haven't made it my kitchen yet.

I haven't even started.

Bye.

No wonder.

Chef Totti just completely ignored us yesterday morning and left.

I liked Chef Totti.

Nonsense. Let's be honest here:

Totti isn't really that bright.

Are you sad? Are you sorry he's gone?

Not because of that...

I mean, he did help me climb up from being a mere kitchen assistant.

He gave me the chance to cook.

Hey!

What are you doing?

They say the new chef just came in from Italy.

Don't you think he's unlike other Korean men?

He's just like a bottle of fresh-squeezed olive oil!

He's a masterpiece!

Don't you think so?

You like Italian men?

I feel motivated. I could even go to work an hour early tomorrow.

I'm tired.

I'm going to sleep.

-Did you wash the rice? -Yes.

Okay. Good night.

She's taking tangerines to bed.

-Good night. -Good night.

Hey, it's leaking.

Hello. I'm Oh Se-yeong of Chef's Table.

Today we're going to make linguine with blue crabs and rose sauce.

"Linguine" is an Italian word that means "little tongues."

It looks similar to spaghetti

but if you look at it carefully, it's a bit flatter and it is also very tasty.

The rose sauce is made by combining tomato sauce and cream sauce.

I'm late!

Hold on!

Sorry about the other night.

Don't forget about tonight.

Eleven o'clock.

At the crosswalk.

Right.

Thank you.

So what do you like better, cooking or men?

I like men who cook.

I've never cooked before.

You're boasting.

Yes, I'm boasting.

Then try cooking for me. Tonight.

Next please!

See you later.

WOMAN WHO RECOMMENDS PASTA OH SE-YEONG

-Be careful not to break them. -Okay.

What's this guy's problem?

These are new clothes.

Don't you know we're not buying from you anymore?

What's wrong You-kyung?

I figured I'd get a warm reception today.

What?

I wanted to say hello to Chef Totti.

Yesterday, Chef Totti...

He didn't give you the money back?

Buy yourself some clothes and take care of your parents.

Do you want me to wire you more money?

I should have a nice cup of coffee before leaving. It's cold.

These eggs are small.

CHEF TOTTI

The number you have dialed is not in service.

I don't care that you have a new chef.

Just keep doing the same thing! What's so hard about that?

Just continue what we've been doing.

You try hard, don't you?

Do you want to look that good?

Are you all excited about what today's first dish will be?

Yes, Chef!

-Welcome! Right this way please. -Welcome!

Excuse me.

Here is the menu.

Is your girlfriend here?

Excuse me?

If the customer is not your girlfriend, then why is this piled up so high?

Do you think it's height that makes a dish?

Do you?

It's going to fall over on the way to the table.

The customers will think we're serving them leftovers.

Table number eight.

Two Rome sets with abalone steaks, tuna carpaccio with caviar,

tomato soup, shallot endive salad.

Instead of tenderloins, the order's now one of both grilled and garlic lobsters.

I can't hear you.

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

What's this sickening pasta?

Pine mushrooms flavored with olive oil.

How much oil did you use?

I used an acceptable amount.

"Acceptable"?

You call that "acceptable"?

You can only serve this oily hair clump of pasta to your family!

And here's another one like it.

Yes, Chef.

You have to devein this.

I was in a hurry.

"In a hurry"?

Is it the shrimp's fault?

Should the shrimp be blamed?

I'm sorry.

Should I devein your brain?

Would that fix you?

No, Chef!

Again.

Yes, Chef!

Again.

Yes, Chef!

Again.

Thank you, Chef.

Yes, madam. Can I get you something?

Why is this lobster so dry?

Do you think I came here to eat this dry thing and still pay added tax?

I apologize. I'll bring you another one.

They're reporters from Gold Spoon.

-Don't look. -Why?

They are food critics...

writers who rate restaurants by awarding stars.

Don't just stand around like telephone poles. Move! Now!

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

Hey.

You've used ten eggs but only produced this small amount?

Yes, Chef.

Move, you slugs!

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

Yes, Chef.

Do you want our guests to die of starvation?

Can you remove all their bodies?

Who's going to do that?

Focus!

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

There's about a month's worth of your salary in here.

Get back to work!

-Yes, Chef! -Yes, Chef!

Yes, Chef.

They complained that it's been overdone.

Please redo it quickly.

Get some lobsters.

Okay.

Are they women or men?

They're women.

They practically finished it off!

If you have time to curse at returning plates, shut up and cook instead.

Here.

Is that the lobster?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

We redid the dish Please enjoy.

Are your lobsters now better?

Are you sure these aren't just thawed-out frozen lobsters?

Give me the menu.

Here it is:

"Live lobster cooked in mustard sauce." It's clear as day.

I guess the live lobsters all died yesterday.

That's right. But you'd never know until you taste it.

I'm sorry.

Goodness...

What are you going to do?

-It's burning-- turn it down! -Yes, Chef!

-Is it about to be finished? -Here.

They said it's their first time eating such expensive processed crab meat.

They said it doesn't taste like fresh lobster and it must've been dead.

I've got to see those two bitches!

-Hui-ju! what are you doing? -Oh, gosh, Hui-ju!

Remain on your places.

-Where is she going? -Your prawn is getting burnt!

Oh, God!

-Here! -Gosh!

Do you think we're your training mutts?

Did you lick these plates half-clean for these to taste like crab meat?

These are live lobsters!

Do you want them raw?

Half-cooked? Completely cooked? What the hell do you really want?

Gosh!

I'll do it myself. Just tell me how you prefer them!

-Are you crazy? Stop her! -Yes, sir.

I apologize.

-How was that crab meat? You know nothing. -I'm so sorry.

Let go!

Excuse me.

We're doing a survey for Gold Spoon.

Can I see the chef?

What's this about a Gold Spoon survey?

Where do you think you're going?

Do you think I came here from Italy to beg for some stars?

Do you?

You're fired.

What?

Hey!

You!

Get back to work!

I could grind him up and it wouldn't be enough.

I'm not going to accept this.

That bastard!

What? "You're fired"?

Who does he think he's firing!

Calm down.

It really makes me mad to think about it.

Where did that piece of crap come from anyway?

-I'm mad. I'm so mad! -Gosh.

Is he crazy or something?

What a foul mouth!

How could a chef have such a dirty mouth?

When a new chef takes over, things can change

and people tend to make mistakes in the kitchen.

Yeah.

Baby...

It's dreadful to think about working for a crazy guy like him.

I agree.

And he threw that risotto on your stomach earlier.

I can't let that go.

I'm going to get that punk.

Honey, forget it.

Don't do something because of me, okay?

I'm sorry, baby.

What for?

You just...

don't know how a man feels.

I love you, Mi-hui.

I love you too.

I know you're busy but...

can you move aside for a minute?

We need to get something.

List down the freezer inventory in the kitchen.

Yes, Chef.

Chef!

Oh, Chef!

It's...

Chef, Mi-hui felt cold. I only held her so she wouldn't become sick.

Because she was cold?

With half your clothes taken off?

You're setting a good example for the junior staff.

I'd like to turn your guts into sausages and hang them up to dry.

Is the kitchen your bed?

You think this place is a playground for your love?

You're fired.

What?

Including you.

You're both fired.

Chef! Please give us another chance!

Let go!

Get out of the way!

Any last words?

She kept on returning plates that were prepared for live lobsters.

Am I supposed to just accept that?

Those were freshly-caught lobsters which were packed in styrofoam and refrigerated.

You're already fired.

I'm not the kind of boss who kindly explains the reason.

The wasted time is making me crazy.

In case there still are some stupid cooks who might try the same foolishness,

I will explain once and once only:

Don't you know that you can't store styrofoam boxes inside a refrigerator?

It can't get cold because air doesn't pass through styrofoam.

It only causes fresh lobster to ferment!

And every time you'd receive a complaint,

you would probably run out,

without shame, like a crazy woman waving lobsters.

That's not...

how a cook shows pride.

Now,

you may run out and go home.

Next!

Whoever makes out in the kitchen will be fired.

Rubbing your co-worker's breasts and butt with the hands

that had just been used to make a dough? Not in my kitchen.

You may touch your partner's breasts beyond that door.

Of course, the guy back there is also fired.

Next...

Isn't that a bit too much?

Is love a crime?

Who are you?

I'm her sister.

If you want to look for love in my kitchen then the same--

Fine!

I won't work in an unjust kitchen like this! I can't!

Bravo! Just great!

Then you can quit.

Next...

The most dangerous thing in a kitchen, among knives, flame, and oil,

is neither of the knives nor flame...

it's oil!

You scare me.

How does it feel being a suicide bomber

who threw a bunch of ice into a pot of boiling oil?

Do something crazy with the ice in the kitchen: you're fired.

Please let Ho-nam stay!

What we did in the kitchen...

was my fault!

If I'm not here,

he wouldn't have anyone to fiddle with because of love.

You all did a great job on being huge screw-ups.

Then...

That's all.

There will be no women in my kitchen.

Go easy there. My gosh.

About those goldfish...

They're going to die soon.

Why?

They're unsuitable for our kitchen.

Why not?

By the looks of them, they're females.

He planned it all along.

You planned to fire the women all along, didn't you?

You wanted to get rid of us all, right?

That's quite a face for a girl who came to meet a guy.

You've never gone out with a guy before, have you?

Let's do it.

Go out with me.

Hey!

Don't call me "Chef."

The boss who fired me--

Call me something else. Anything but "Chef."

Are you nuts?

You got fired, didn't you?

"Fired"? Who said I got fired?

The women all got fired.

If he wants to dig his own grave a little deeper,

we should at least pretend to stop him.

That chef is a real piece of work.

This is scary.

Everything in here's covered with thorns.

"You-kyung's Chinese Restaurant"?

-You-kyung's Chinese Restaurant? -What if it's third-rate?

I thought that trash like you would at least be able to prepare one meal.

You three, take your positions!

-Si, va bene! -Si, va bene!

I can do it. Just give me a chance.

You really are a goldfish.

I want to cook pasta.

Pasta! Just shut up!

What are you going to bet?

Subtitle translation by Ellie Oh