Chapter 627: Newlywed Chefs (1)
Chapter 627: Newlywed Chefs (1)
Jo Ara, Minjoon’s sister, was as perturbed as their parents.
“…I didn’t know brother Minjoon was going to get married.”
“Why don’t you know? You’ve seen him getting on very well with Kaya for a long time,” their mother said.
“But I didn’t know he would marry her!” Ara said with mixed feelings.
Since her brother got married, she suddenly felt older—especially because there was almost no age gap between them.
I felt somewhat bitter when Anderson got married.
Almost everyone knew she liked Anderson a lot; her eyes sparkled whenever she talked about him. So she was truly disturbed when he married Janet.
Joseph officiated the wedding. Standing beside him was Taehoon Lee, chef of Rajumak, who served as interpreter and moderator for the ceremony. Quite a few guests came from Korea, so the entire ceremony couldn’t proceed in English alone. This was one blind spot of international marriage. Of course, few cared that Joseph was the officiant.
“Groom, come on in!” the emcee announced.
All guests stopped chatting and turned to the wedding hall entrance at the main store. Amidst fanfare, the door opened and Minjoon walked in calmly. Holding his head high, pretending dignity and confidence, he nonetheless appeared tense beneath it.
You’re really getting married.
Chloe smiled faintly watching him. She had long suffered from a crush on him but bore no resentment because she believed she had grown more mature through it.
At least today, she couldn’t help but think he was so cool. Walking among great guests in this impressive restaurant, he exuded the aura only a successful man could enjoy.
It wasn’t just Chloe who thought this. The guests saw him as cool—awkward and uneasy though he was. Though a chef’s suit suited him better than formalwear, he was perfectly fine today as the evening’s hero. Their eyes followed him, and his shy smile shone as brightly as sunlight.
Soon after, the bride entered. In a wedding dress and holding a bouquet, she came with her veil lowered and the hem of her gown trailing. She shone more brightly than anyone else there.
It was Bruce holding her hand. Though she’d grown up fatherless, she now walked toward Minjoon step by step, holding her father’s hand.
Guests instinctively glanced at Minjoon, wondering how he’d react. They saw happiness twitch across his face amid awkwardness and shyness. That was love. When love imprints a face, such twitching is natural.
For now, no tragedy had touched them. The wedding’s joyful atmosphere made even the guests smile sweetly, as if amid a flower garden.
It was a successful wedding.
Yet formal expressions like 'a successful wedding' felt inadequate. A beautiful wedding seemed too cliché.
Then, what was this wedding? What might capture their shyness, happiness, and love?
No one in the hall knew. All they could sense was their eyes sparkling passionately at each other.
In that light, perhaps it was a wedding for bride and groom alone—today’s heroes.
The guests saw only their happiness on their faces.
Shortly after, Teresa Page, the world-famous singer, performed to celebrate. Joseph solemnly asked if they vowed eternal love, and both said yes.
Guests watched them join hands. Minjoon and Kaya looked adoringly at each other and then kissed. Cheers and applause erupted. The two had finally become a couple.
Kaya and Minjoon did not take a honeymoon. Frankly, honeymoon travel felt unromantic—they’d already travelled worldwide.
Instead, they craved cozy rest, a quiet break from hectic wedding preparations and the Grand Chef competition. They decided on a fifteen-day break.
“Remember, for the next two weeks, just play. Don’t think about the restaurant or our future,” Kaya said.
“You mean doing nothing?”
“Yup. Nothing. Don’t even think about recipes.”
“Um… I can write down recipes if they come to me, right?”
“Well, isn’t writing down what comes to mind still ‘doing nothing’?” she teased, checking his feelings.
He hesitated, betraying his passion. She giggled, kissed his cheek, and said, “Okay, I can allow that.”
“Then what shall we do now?”
“Just relax!”
“Aren’t we a bit too calm for a grand wedding?”
“Well, since we usually stand out, it’s good to keep a low profile sometimes.”
He laughed heartily at her philosophy, understanding her point.
They were ordinary like others, but had earned too much fame. At first, they liked it, but over time realised fame didn’t guarantee happiness.
It wasn’t because of haters—they didn’t care about critics. No dirt on others would touch them if they stood atop the rampart.
What unsettled them was those outside the rampart. Their success raised expectations, which was troublesome. Maybe people don’t expect much when helping the poor, but when aiding one of the richest, expectations grow.
If the reward seemed small, they sulked and called the benefactor stingy.
In that way, Minjoon and Kaya were like the rich. People expected much from them and pouted when the famous couple failed their expectations. Yet the couple didn’t know how to respond properly.
More precisely, Minjoon struggled with this. When smiled at with expectant eyes, he couldn’t bear to disappoint.
But Kaya continued doing what she wanted, as always.
If we become more famous and powerful, they may try to appease us.
Still, he wasn’t sure. Even if they became the world’s greatest chefs, they might still fret about how others viewed them—whether hated or seen as foolish for their success.
Well, I don’t have to worry about that now.
He’d just married her, and she’d told him not to think about work. There was no time for useless worries.
He kissed her neck. Kaya twisted toward him and wrapped her arms around him.
These young newlyweds began making hot love on their wedding night.
“I’m sorry you lost him.”
Giggling, Teresa looked at Chloe. Of course, Chloe knew why.
“Hey, don’t misread me. I’m not sad about Minjoon’s wedding.”
“Are you kidding? Even if you deny it, I know you loved him once.”
“Nope!”
“Alright, I’ll trust you. Why are you shouting?”
Teresa smiled mischievously, watching Chloe blush and scream. Since hearing about Minjoon’s wedding, Teresa had acted like this—perhaps her way of comforting Chloe. But Chloe didn’t appreciate it.
Teresa had no intention of comforting her. It wasn’t in her nature. Chloe’s crush hadn’t turned into a relationship; instead, Teresa wanted to tease her mercilessly.
“Can you introduce someone, Chloe?”
“I’m not interested.”
“Are you going to end up a spinster?”
“Who said that? I just don’t want to date.”
“You might miss your golden dating years.”
“Who cares?” Chloe pouted.