Mr. Queen (철인왕후)

ALL CHARACTERS, ORGANIZATIONS, AND EVENTS IN THIS DRAMA ARE FICTITIOUS,

AND ARE UNRELATED TO HISTORICAL FACTS

Even the most aggressive beast

doesn't bite the hand that feeds it.

It wags its tail.

I began cooking when I was 13 years old.

My dream was to work at Cheong Wa Dae, no matter what.

I wanted to be the one to feed the most powerful being.

And that's why I became a cook.

Like you said, you became the youngest Cheong Wa Dae chef ever.

The first.

I'm sorry?

Here.

The cod.

That'll do.

The ambassador is sensitive about fish bones,

so please take extra caution.

If you say that one more time,

I'll only serve the head of the fish.

The chef is cleaning it, so you don't need to worry.

What is he, the first Qin emperor?

First Qin emperor?

The fish cake was invented because of the first Qin emperor.

The first Qin Emperor was very picky and controlling.

Although he loved fish and ate it every day,

if he found a single bone,

he chopped the cook's head off right away.

Cooks were dying every day,

and this one new cook thought,

"I'm going to die too".

He lost his mind, gave up,

and he chopped the fish on the cutting board with a knife, and…

Eureka!

Yes, he was very lucky.

You might wonder how anyone could kill a person over just food,

but no food is "just food".

A perfectly cooked dish can

pierce through an iron wall around one's heart.

It's like the most charming bullet in the world.

So this is what I think when I cook in Cheong Wa Dae.

Cooking is politics.

Speaking of which, let's hear the real story

which everyone wants to hear about.

Some behind-the-scenes stories at Cheong Wa Dae, for instance.

Before that, let's make sure of this.

Keep me anonymous. Pay me for this in cash.

Okay?

That?

It's been broken for a week due to a short circuit from a leak.

Is it broken? Or did someone break it?

Sometimes, you need to let things slide like this.

Thanks to that, I can also

get some benefits, like this.

By the way, is it okay for us to be doing this?

Once the main dish is served, it's game over.

I'm sure the Chinese ambassador is

tasting heaven right now.

Chef Jang!

Find Chef Jang!

Chef Jang!

-Where are you? -Seriously.

Life can be tiring when you're too good.

Did the Ambassador love my food so much

that he wanted to compliment me himself?

I'll be back soon, Sun-young.

It's Hye-jung.

Sun-young suits you better.

JANG BONG-HWAN IN WONDERLAND

BEWARE OF DOG BITES WHEN BOTHERED

That scared me.

Hey, you do it.

Mr. Jang Bong-hwan,

we're from the Jongno Police Detective Division.

That bastard Jang Bong-hwan's family name

sounds like "the best" in Korean,

and they call him "The Best Chef."

I feel like his name beats mine.

When globalization projects for Korean food take place,

the name that will become world-famous is

Bu Seung-min.

Not Jang Bong-hwan.

Give it your best and keep your mouth shut.

Right.

We shouldn't be suspected in any way.

We're innocent.

BEWARE OF DOG BITES WHEN BOTHERED

You scared us.

You need to come with us to the station.

The fishing hook thing turned out to be because it was caught by angling.

I took responsibility and got dismissed.

Now what?

There are circumstances of corruption with ingredient deliveries.

How much?

It's been two years, so it's quite big.

And those circumstances point toward me?

Who said that? You're just coming as a witness.

You're a terrible actor.

Open the door, please.

I'm sure you know this,

but a single chef can't pull something like that at Cheong Wa Dae.

That bastard Bu Seung-min, who's a forever sous-chef,

has been in the Cheong Wa Dae kitchen the longest.

He's a deep-rooted evil.

That bastard teamed up with someone high up and framed me.

So come to the station with us

and explain your situation to us.

I wondered why he was going so far

to just make me quit, and this was it?

This can only be done by the chief of staff or higher.

Did the Chief of Staff do this?

What's with the sudden monologue?

We're in a hurry.

What do you think? I'm stalling.

We're busy, so…

What the heck?

-Mr. Jang Bong-hwan! -Stop!

You're all so impatient.

I'll come in after I hire an attorney…

and find some dirt on that bastard, Bu Seung-min.

Detectives, you need to eliminate corruption and be promoted.

Let's stop this, okay?

Did you hear me? Okay.

Go home.

Hey.

He's like a rabid dog!

That's why the sign says, "Beware of dog".

Don't come any closer.

Mr. Jang! You're making things worse!

Oh, right.

Can I ask you an important question?

What is it?

Why do you give blood sausage soup in the holding cell?

What kind of a crazy question is that?

I really hate blood sausage soup.

Do you think it's a restaurant?

You think it's a rest stop on a freeway?

Why are you going on about the menu?

I'm a chef!

I only think of food even in a desperate situation.

I'm the Best Chef!

What a load of crap.

Don't let go!

That was close.

Isn't it beautiful?

No.

There are so many girls that I haven't dated yet.

Help.

I want to live.

I want to live so badly.

Am I in heaven?

No. I'm going to live.

What is this cloth?

Am I in the morgue alive?

I'm not.

Right, there's no way I would go to heaven.

I didn't do anything bad, but I didn't do anything good, either.

But what is this place? It's so anachronistic.

Hanok Village?

But I fell from such a high place.

How is my body completely fine?

Lower body exercise does make a man.

I'm fine, aren't I?

My precious…

Why are my muscles gone?

Where are my babies I've worked out so hard to grow--

They say muscles turn into fat when they're all relaxed.

Just how long have I been out?

What?

What?

It's a dream.

I'm dreaming of a woman even when I almost died.

I am fine.

But I should dream of sleeping with a woman.

What's the point of becoming one?

Good grief.

There's such a fine line between nightmares and good dreams.

Wait, this woman seems familiar.

Did I see her on Instagram?

No. I'm close enough to her to make physical contact.

Soo-yeon?

Chae-young?

The water ghost!

Did my voice change too?

Your Highness!

You finally woke up.

I knew you would wake up.

I'm so thankful.

It's a relief.

Please don't move.

Why? What?

You're still not well, so I'll…

Yes, this is more like it.

It's great--

What is this? It tastes like crap.

Is it that uncomfortable to drink?

Why is my sense of taste so vivid in a dream?

I will tell them to concoct it with more licorice.

Wait, so it's not a dream?

What on earth is going on?

It's all my fault.