I Am This Murim’s Crazy Bitch – 107



[Episode 107] The evil woman eats malatang.

When people say prehistoric times they are not just referring to the past.

It meant the era before history.

This was before humans invented writing.

It refers to the unknown dawn of humanity with no records left.

But surprisingly there were only records left before prehistoric times.

The technical age of the record is estimated to be over 10000 years old.

It was the established theory in the academic world that these were records left by advanced human beings before mankind.

It is the Hwandangogi (桓檀古記) which records the history of the Hwan Empire the nation of the preceding humans who built the first empire humanity’s first utopia.

The truth about this hwandan meat is shown in Subak Island.

Of course there are many people who misunderstand and do not understand the reality of this Hwan Empire.

They are a people who have transcended the three thousand worlds spoken of in Buddhism gone beyond the nine heavens of Taoism and reached the heavenly world.

If intelligence is expressed in numbers it is of course impossible to understand criminals with an IQ of less than 1500.

Only geniuses with an IQ of 1500 or higher can understand that the Hwan Empire is omnipotent and omnipotent and the progenitor of all modern humans on six continents.

The only intellects that could dare to compete with these geniuses would be other groups of geniuses who realized the truth that the world is flat and set out to enlighten themselves.

As a side note because polar opposites ultimately come together it may be impossible to distinguish between a genius an imbecile or an idiot.

According to Hwandan Gogi Maratang is a traditional food of the Korean people and has been loved for a long history since it first appeared under Sindansu.

This malatang spread to the central plains and formed a primitive form of food called mochae.

(no.)

Mochae is a traditional food of Sichuan.

They carried separate baskets containing hot soup and all kinds of garnishes and when a customer ordered they were combined into one bowl and served.

It was also the food most loved by customers who were looking for a variety of ingredients even if the quantity of each item was small.

And since it was developed from mother-chae and then malatang came out again this can be said to tell the principle of the world cycle where malatang becomes mother-chae and mother-chae becomes malatang again.

And the ultimate marathon the best in the world of Danggeum was right there.

Changryong the king of cooking.

Jaejoong the best student in the world.

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There were as many as two signboards for the restaurant.

In addition to the name which is unusual for a restaurant name there is even an additional signboard attached below it.

“But you are the best master in the world. Grandpa do you know who decides such things? Are you just a person with great pride? Or do the masters stick together and decide the ranking?”

“I don’t know either. “I haven’t heard of such a custom in Jungwon.”

Choi Lyon was equally curious.

It was then.

There was someone who naturally answered that question.

“That’s what we call the last winner of the World’s Best Cooking Competition.”

“Ooh. “The best cooking competition in the world.”

After admiring Cheong he tilted his head.

“weird. “Just hearing the name makes my heart race so why have I never heard of it?”

“Well it’s a cooking competition to select the best cook in Sacheon so how would someone from outside the country know?”

“ah. But why is it the best in the world? “Then isn’t it the Sichuan First Cooking Competition?”

“Well since Sichuan cuisine is the best in the world the best chef in Sichuan will also be the best chef in the world.”

“You will have to listen to the opinions of other provinces to find out. But who is our smart friend?”

Cheong had no taste for describing men and tended to dislike them so the details were not important.

He was just a sickly young master with a pale complexion pale and weak but also cute.

“me? I’m um. Soy sauce and soy sauce would be good. My name is freedom. “What’s your story?”

Jang Ryu looked at the long willow branches hanging behind the palace and said.

The long willow branches were called soybeans.

There is absolutely no intention to hide that it is a pseudonym.

“So Jang Yu are you free? “You have to do just one.”

“Do it freely. “You’re not close to Mr. Jang.”

“okay. freedom. I’m Cheong. Seomuncheong.”

Then Freedom smiled and answered.

“Good. Is it a preface? But why speak informally?”

“Because you did it first? “Why are you teasing me?”

Cheong asked putting his hand on the hilt of the sword.

This meant that if you provoke someone do not use nice words but use a knife.

When Jayu saw that he smiled even more and continued speaking.

“To be honest yes. but. “Sojeo has a point so I won’t read my book.”

“okay. freedom. I have a habit of not being friends with suspicious people. “Thank you for the explanation but should we all go our separate ways now?”

“Don’t be so cold-hearted. From the looks of it you too are going to eat Changryong’s Mara Ultimate Soup. “Let’s just put this together.”

“I? why?”

“I put up five liquid liquors but I thought it would be a bit difficult to handle it on my own. “Are you interested in helping me?”

Oryang Liquid Liquor is a famous liquor from Sichuan that even appears in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Meng Huo’s younger brother Meng Yu surrendered to Zhuge Liang in the mythical Operation Wooden Horse. Liang knew about this in advance and treated him with wine.

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The liquor was so delicious that Mengwoo’s plan ended up being a huge failure as he tried to drink only the five liquid liquor and passed out.

It was Cheong who liked drinking.

Since we learned about Sichuan’s famous liquor even Qing who had never properly read the Romance of the Three Kingdoms let alone read it three times knew this.

“Is this by any chance Yibin? “Isn’t this Bin?”

Cheong’s eyes shined through the cotton thread.

If I didn’t use cotton yarn old Choi Lyon would nag me so much that I couldn’t bear it.

“Of course. “Isn’t it impossible to pair the food of the best chef in the world with unsavory alcohol?”

Yibin Oryang Liquor is said to be the most precious liquor among them.

There was even a proverb among drinkers that said Lee Bin’s five-liquid liquid was worth risking one’s life to drink.

Cheong also tried it a long time ago but it was a rare item that could not be accessed just because it was a gold medal.

Cheong quickly nodded.

“When I think about it true friendship is unshaken by even the slightest suspicion. friend.”

“Friend… that’s good. very good.”

Freedom smiled brightly.

Cheong knew when he saw that.

He doesn’t have any friends.

Then I can confidently collect my friend’s money.

“But who is the old man here?”

“ah. Grandpa? Grandpa is um. “You are the grandfather who takes care of me.”

When I tried to explain Choi Lyon that was the only thing that came out.

It was impossible for me to introduce myself as Daimaduisher a former member of the Demonic Cult’s Great Protection Law.

“Choi Nora.”

“Nice to meet you too Noya Choi. “Can I call you Noya?”

“…Do it.”

Choi Lyon who was looking for freedom responded like this.

A white face in clothes made of metal.

In addition the sparse leaking of the lower part was so natural that anyone could see that he was a master from a very powerful family.

Three points there.

He had palms without calluses and his solar blood was the same as that of an ordinary person so he was someone who had not learned martial arts.

So three more points.

A man talks to a woman carelessly so he is deducted 5 points for being frivolous.

This is because he is easy-going and does not care about titles.

3 points because he doesn’t have any friends and doesn’t seem like an outgoing person.

With a total of six points it was worth watching.

In Choi Lyon’s opinion the minimum required score was 100 points.

It was a time when we were flirting and wanted to stop by Changryong.

Across from the entrance there was a group of people staring at each other in crooked positions.

At first glance the business did not look good so Cheong could not suppress his curiosity.

“But what about those people over there?”

“ah. “You mean those who break off their contracts?”

“A contract breaker?”

“These are people whose reservations were canceled.”

Sometimes if there are circumstances in which we cannot receive guests those who made reservations for that day have no choice but to cancel their contracts.

The problem was the post-processing.

Since reservations were delayed by a month and a half guests either made reservations and stayed to eat Mara Ultimate Soup or made reservations on behalf of others and visited when the time was right.

Of course I felt bad because it was canceled all of a sudden and I felt doubly bad when they returned the deposit and then threw it away.

“Just return the deposit and that’s it?”

“Then what should we do? Should I make a reservation for Dalpo to come back after half a day or wouldn’t it be impossible to fill a seat by pushing away customers the next day?”

“That’s right.”

Cheong nodded.

In the first place restaurants are gangsters when it comes to good food.

Since customers were barely getting by by offering money the rule was that the more prosperous a house was the more they rested twice a week even on public holidays.

“So what are you doing over there?”

“Aren’t you going to at least protest?”

“These people really have nothing to do.”

Cheong made a sound of wind escaping.

Of course if your reservation was canceled you would feel bad but they wouldn’t respond anyway so why bother throwing harsh looks at them?

So aren’t you just throwing away your mood and wasting your time?

So they are people who have nothing to do.

…There was a time when I thought so.

“Customer Ibosho your reservation has been canceled because a valuable guest has reserved a charter for tonight.”

“What?”

“I’ll give you back double the advance payment.”

Cheong quickly took the bag.

The reservation deposit wasn’t small but it wasn’t a huge amount either so even if it was doubled it didn’t feel like a windfall.

“My my ultimate marathon….”

While Cheong was dazed Jayu came to the front.

“Hey there was supposed to be a reservation under Shin Hwi’s name but that was also canceled?”

“No didn’t you hear me? “You didn’t say that a valuable guest had rented it out.”

“How precious a guest you are.”

“How come Hae-e-hwa of the Tang family came in person? Are you done?”

Yu’s expression hardened.

Meanwhile Cheong’s stomach was boiling.

Yes it might get cancelled.

Because you are a precious guest.

In the primitive barbaric culture of China how many times have we experienced situations in which even customers are treated differently?

But the cheapness was different.

How can we keep our eyes open when this guy named Jeomso says he’s sorry he can’t even bend his back but he’s too stiff so take this and get out of there.

It was the moment when Cheong was about to explode.

“Hey.”

“Don’t do that friend. “In Sacheon it’s not fun at all to be involved in the party’s events.”

“Danga?”

“It is the Sacheondangga of the five major families of the Central Plains.”

“ah. “I’ve heard of it.”

I heard a word from Paeng Daesan and Namgung Shinjae.

Paeng Daesan commented that they were stubborn and petty guys and Geomwoo said that he was the richest man in Sichuan famous for his poison.

Panga is simple and his likes and dislikes are clearly visible on his face. Looking at his disgusted expression I wonder if he has been seriously hurt by Tangga.

It was Cheong’s idea that he could instill the talent of mind reading in anyone in the world as far as facial expressions were concerned.

In any case Yu’s expression as he stopped her was so sad that it was almost like something you would see at a mourning house.

Thanks to this Cheong who missed the time to get angry had no choice but to come out of the restaurant in a huff.

And then as if it were natural they walked to the site of the contract breakers’ protest.

“Hey friend where are you going?”

“Why are you so precious that I want to see if you can cancel other people’s reservations on your own?”

“Didn’t you hear it’s called Haeeohwa?”

“I know that much right? A flower that understands words? What kind of pretty girl do you think she is? “Then I should at least see your face.”

Then he asked back as if he was serious about freedom.

“You don’t know Haeeodoghwa a member of the Jungwon Five Flowers with a sword on your waist? “Are you really a martial artist?”