Doctor’s Rebirth - Chapter 705

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Chapter 705
My Master found my way of thinking quite peculiar.
But this fellow had spouted nonsense before—what was one more time?
I continued speaking.
“And surprisingly, dumplings are also quite nutritious. Made properly, one could live on them alone. Unless you only serve fried dumplings, of course.”
“….”
“Of course, I won’t only sell dumplings. I’ll also offer wontons and noodle soup.”
Sama Hyeon’s MSG inn would be part of this venture as well.
That man who discovered MSG and then ruined his inn—I’d heard he was now living quite comfortably in Hao-mun.
‘I should reach out to Sama Hyeon by letter soon, or perhaps meet him in person.’
I said,
“Of course, making and eating food directly is ideal, but in the slums, both men and women must work. Only those fortunate enough to own their own fields have any leisure, and most families must have everyone working just to afford thin gruel.”
“Then wouldn’t it be even harder for the poor to afford dumplings?”
“Those people, I’ll employ at the inn.”
Employment didn’t simply mean servers. It encompassed those who made the food, those who distributed it, and so on.
“….”
I said,
“And while farmers might receive a midday snack, most of the poor go hungry. They work while starving, and by adulthood, they’ve lost all their teeth. It’s malnutrition.”
“You’ve seen much in your travels through the Gangho.”
“Yes. I’ve treated them. A doctor can cure illness, but malnutrition is something the King must cure.”
“You are not the King.”
“That’s right. So I’ll do what I can. If it doesn’t work, so be it. And besides.”
I grinned widely.
“I also want to enjoy clean dumplings as a snack while traveling.”
Snap—
Jegalling folded his fan.
“Then try it.”
“Oh. You’re not… objecting?”
If he’d objected this time, I’d prepared materials for a lengthy speech. But I never expected such immediate approval.
And that made sense.
I had no way of knowing that all of this was actually a trap Jegalling had carefully laid, move by move!
“I’ll be able to enjoy the dumplings my disciple makes for quite some time.”
“And noodle soup too.”
“Yes. Noodle soup as well. I look forward to it.”
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Ga Jun-hwa from Baekhaengru had come a long distance to the capital.
The fact that he came in person, despite being able to communicate by letter, showed how seriously he took this matter.
I immediately brought out fried sugar pastries as a snack.
What I meant was donuts.
Instead, I’d made them small enough to eat in one hand and coated them with sparkling sugar on top.
Mini glazed donuts.
“Is this a test recipe?”
“Yes, yes. How is it?”
Crunch.
Carbohydrates and sugar were always right.
Commoners consumed more than two of them daily while learning to read, and Kang Ho-ins could indulge in such decadence since they burned their bodies harder than professional athletes in the Gangho world.
“It tastes delicious. However, it uses a lot of oil, so it might be too expensive to sell.”
“This was made without considering the cost. And this too.”
A tang tea made to taste as similar to coffee as possible.
Slurp.
Ga Jun-hwa, who furrowed his brow slightly at the bitterness, took a bite of the mini glazed donut.
Coffee & donut.
After pushing him into an infinite calorie bomb, I spoke as if it were nothing.
“Since Kang Ho-ins lack calories, it might be good for them to grab one in their mouth while passing by an inn.”
“But the cost…”
I nodded.
“Yes. We’ll need to consider the cost as well.”
“Still, seeing how well the millet grain pills sell, it doesn’t seem entirely hopeless.”
Ga Jun-hwa spoke carefully.
“Even so, since it requires more sugar than honey and preservation is an issue, let’s think about this later.”
Truly the perspective of someone running an inn.
For me, simply feeding delicious things to people who appreciate them like this is life’s pleasure, and that’s enough.
But those around me saw things differently.
‘In the Gangho, Ilgwang is famous as an eccentric who makes considerable money from strange things.’
The problem is that my younger brother Sama Hyeon clings so tightly that he rarely gives an opening, but there are countless places that have benefited from dealing with him—the Gongseon Family, the Bota Clan, and others.
If only I could somehow restrain Sama Hyeon of the Golden Blood Hall, securing a fortune would be child’s play.
However, he’s sharp-minded and despite his appearance, his methods are ruthless, making it difficult to restrain him easily.
Meanwhile, Ga Jun-hwa himself had somehow become Ilgwang’s subordinate.
Moreover, Ilgwang is famous for taking good care of his people.
Isn’t it gradually spreading throughout the Gangho how much more the Baekrin Uiseon members earn compared to other doctors?
As a result, countless small and medium-sized medical halls in the Gangho are stirring.
There’s no loyalty before money.
“So you’re planning not just to expand the Baekhaekru but to build an entirely new inn?”
That’s why Ga Jun-hwa.
He came this far without hesitation, trying in every way to grow closer and more familiar with him.
“That’s correct.”
“If Magistrate Jin requires it, I should gladly take on the work. Should I find the people first?”
“No. That’s fine. What I need from Manager Ga is something else.”
“What might that be?”
“A manual.”
“A manual…?”
Jin Cheon-hee corrected himself with an embarrassed expression.
“We need operational guidelines for managing an inn.”
‘As expected from the Jegallim Family, the way he speaks is quite unique.’
Though the Jegallim Family once came to the brink of destruction—and many still treated them as nearly extinct given that only Jegalling remained—the family had produced eccentrics generation after generation.
Hadn’t Gae Pa Josa himself possessed something distinctly unusual from the start?
If he inherited that spirit, it was hardly surprising.
“I see.”
I continued speaking.
“Please write down personnel management, the attitudes and behaviors the inn’s servers should maintain, and those things you’ve learned through experience are absolutely necessary.”
“I have no talent for writing.”
“That’s fine. I and others will handle the organization. The goal is to compile it into a book and preserve it.”
“That’s similar to what the Golden Blood Hall does. So you’re saying you’ll call people to our branch, educate them before establishing the inn, and then periodically send inspection teams to verify quality is maintained?”
‘…I knew about the education part, but I didn’t expect it to be that thorough. And he hasn’t even been to the modern era, yet he’s doing this.’
Terrifying. Sama Hyeon!
The same discerning eye that discovered MSG!
But here, as an older brother, as the successor to Baekrin Uiseon, and as the heir inheriting the legacy of the prestigious Jegallim Family, I cannot back down!
“Exactly. And we’ll subdivide it further and document it in detail in books. We’ll also create specialized personnel for this. What you might call an academy for management.”
“A restaurant management academy…. I don’t believe the Golden Blood Hall has anything like that….”
Because the plan was to establish an entire academy from scratch.
“In fact, ordinary academies teach writing, arithmetic, and medicine—this sort of thing is usually learned through apprenticeship.”
Just as in Earth’s history, cooking in the Gangho is typically learned through apprenticeship.
One crawls like a dog as an assistant under a famous housekeeper for nearly a decade before finally learning the secret techniques and striking out on their own.
During that period, one doesn’t even receive a monthly wage.
Because it’s a learning process.
Thus it inevitably involves verbal and physical violence, which becomes beautified as the true attitude of a master.
This isn’t limited to cooking alone—blacksmiths and carpenters often operate the same way.
‘In our country, much of this has disappeared in the modern era.’
Back then, human lifespans were shorter, yet people were treated as if they’d live forever.
‘If there’s romance in establishments passing from one generation to the next….’
From a 21st century modern person’s perspective, it’s simply unpaid labor exploitation.
If someone dies from overwork before even leaving, that’s their responsibility, not the master’s.
The saying “fate is in heaven” isn’t only used when giving up. It’s also used when evading responsibility.
‘I’ll just run a franchise training center.’
Ah, I’m going to do some mass production!
I’m abandoning the greatest cuisine under heaven. Cleanly!
That’s a path only possible if ambitious housekeepers stamp themselves as a cooking king—whether it’s Biryong, Changyong, or Heukryong.
‘For service…. I’ll just keep the restaurant clean and not overcharge outsiders.’
No need for modern-era smiles or anything like that.
Once you’ve received a bowl of noodle soup with insects swimming in it from a strange village, you’ll think, ‘Wow, this really is the true Gangho world, not the modern era.’
If I aim for the same taste as Cheonha Dongmi, I must also achieve the same price as Cheonha Dongga.
So I won’t curse outsiders, I’ll serve the same food I offer others, and I won’t overcharge them.
That’s the baseline.
‘And… not embezzling is what really matters…’
I decided to learn this from Sama Hyeon.
He benchmarks himself against his older brother, so why can’t my older brother benchmark himself against his younger brother?
The Heterodox Faction beats embezzlers to a pulp when they catch them, but I won’t do that.
Even if I lose a bit more than Sama Hyeon does, I’ll just hand them over to the magistrate’s office.
‘Since the foundation is dumplings… even the Golden Blood Hall won’t find it easy to copy this.’
Moreover, since I’m pricing at the lowest point, the profit margin will likely be quite thin.
‘Right. I’ll do this prepared to go bankrupt a few times. What’s the point of good pocket money?’
The funds I’ve accumulated so far are considerable.
My Master isn’t the type to begrudge giving money to his disciples, so the front room is overflowing with it.
That’s right. Money is opportunity.
An opportunity to try again even if you fail.
In the past, I sold even a single bar of soap with trembling hands, but now I could throw money at something and not care.
“Magistrate Jin is… truly a remarkable person.”
Ga Jun-hwa was putting it very nicely—that I’d lost my sense of fear.
Indeed, running an inn wasn’t something just anyone could do.
“Do you think it will succeed?”
At my words, Ga Jun-hwa hesitated slightly.
Normally, flattery without objection was the path to power.
However, the other party was Ilgwang.
If he needed someone to flatter him, he likely wouldn’t have met with Ga Jun-hwa privately.
A moment of choice.
“Forgive me, but I must confess I have reservations.”
He chose to speak honestly.
My eyes gleamed blue.
“Oh, what part concerns you?”
My tone rose as if I were delighted instead.
“The secrets of running an inn are, like the secret manuals of martial arts, my own private knowledge and methods. They contain a lifetime of experience, and while they may seem trivial, they are precious assets.”
The methods for managing an inn.
Because he was someone who had devoted his life to it, his words carried weight.
Ga Jun-hwa said this and then lifted his teacup to wet his throat.
‘Hmm, a push and pull…’
Indeed, the Ga family. Ga Hu’s bloodline doesn’t go anywhere.
“True, management methods. It’s not easy to master and create such remarkable things. Of course, I’m not asking you to give them away for free. If there’s anything you want, I’ll do my best to accommodate it.”
Watching me speak with exaggerated enthusiasm as if I’d been waiting for this, Ga Jun-hwa thought to himself.
‘Did he anticipate this after all?’
Looking at it now, he might have been disappointed if I’d tried to give it without a deal.
‘It seems he doesn’t particularly favor those who offer blind loyalty.’
I had heard there were many eccentric figures in the Gangho, and Soggakju was certainly living proof of that reputation.
A man who preferred transactions over loyalty.
What official would ever appreciate such a thing?
But Ilgwang was different.
“If that is the case… I am shameless to impose, but I have one request…”

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