Life is tough and rough. It is like driving on off-road. I had been threw a death experience, parent divorce, death of my father, depression from not improving my skills and knowledge of my career and, hard times to get a job where I want to be belonged. Sometimes, I thought that hard time always gave me the reasonable answer to why I should continue what I do now. I have been 12 year of culinary field, plus I grew up at my parent restaurants before I actually made my mind to be a cook.
It is still so funny that why I started cooking for life. I had no interested of good eatery or something good in my mouth. I still do eat instant ramen often because it actually brought the memories of the ramen that it was actually good food when I grew up. I didn’t mean I was living with poor family. Despite of the fact that, my childhood neighborhood was the last part added to the capital city and the area was full of working class families. I was one of the luckiest one since my parent owned a restaurant and I didn’t have to worry about being hungry. The restaurant was my home and my playground. Especially, I love to be in the kitchen watching how the food had been made. My father wasn’t a chef when he open a Korean-Chinese restaurant. My father wasn’t rich or didn’t have any dreams about what he wanted to become. He stepped the restaurant business by working as Chinese restaurant delivery boy. With that experiences that he had, he got married to my mom and opened a restaurant in capital city to raise their children within capital city education system.