During the lunch break, Remy was reading an article related to cooking on daily Paris newspaper. "Hmm... there is an International European Cuisine Competition... gotta get ready for it, must think of food to put it in competition... hmm..." Remy said as he read the article in the newspaper. "Wow, this is very interesting..."

"What is it?" Git walked up to him and placed his arms on Remy's shoulders.

"This article says that there is this one cook in Korea, she made pasta with ginseng, erasing all that bitter smell and taste." Remy pointed out, amazed by the article.

"Ginseng?" Git had no idea what that was.

"It is a type of herb used for medicine. It's supposed to be super bitter," Remy explained, "I never knew anyone would use anything that is used for pasta when it's medicine's main ingredient. Sure, it may be healthier than other types of pasta, but how would anyone get rid of that strong bitter taste from the ginseng? Even I don't know how I can get rid of that. I wonder... I wonder what she used to erase that strong, bitter taste..."

"You'll soon figure out," Git encouraged, "you're super talented in that area."

"Maybe. This ginseng is pretty expensive so I can't try it more often," he looked at the article again, "man, I really want to meet her. She went to Italy for a moment. I wish she can come to France and visit this bistro."

"Well, that would be awesome if it actually happened," Git said.

"Anyways, I gotta get to work," Remy stood up and put on his chef hat, his apron, and his scarf that Git gave him for his birthday. "If you want anything, feel free to ask."

"I will," Git winked as he went out to rats' dining area.

Thinking about that famous ginseng pasta, Remy continued to work. Hmm, every pasta I cook either has meat, vegetables, seafood, or other spices. They all have a very clean taste. Since I use certain spices for certain meat so their fatty and fishy smell is gone. What can I use to get the bitter taste and smell off ginseng? He thought as he examined the pasta as he cooked them for his own customers. Oh well, I'll figure it out. He seemed to get more orders related to pasta.

"Wow, pasta is even more popular today, don't you think so, little chef?" Colette asked Remy as she carefully placed the pasta noodles in the boiling pot. Remy smiled and nodded as he pan-fried the ingredients and stirred the sauce for all the portions of pasta people ordered. "They should label today as 'National Pasta Day' as how much people are ordering them right now." Remy laughed at her comment. At one point, Remy and Colette ran out of pasta noodles, so Linguini had to buy more pre-made noodles so that they would not have to feel rushed and more flour so that Remy can make them out of scratch again. Even with the pre-made noodle, with Remy's touch, the pasta was still good for people's appetite. Remy's arms ached after the dinner rush. He kept massaging his own arm after the store hour was over.

"You, okay, little chef?" Linguini asked as he watched Remy massage his arms. Remy gave him a thumbs up. "We'll be heading soon." Remy nodded. Linguini and Colette left the bistro.

"Owww..." Remy groaned as he massaged his arms.

"Sore arms?" Git asked in a distance. Remy nodded. Git went over to Remy and started to massage his arm. "How does that feel?"

"It feels good," Remy said as Git gave gentle squeezes on his arms.

"Now what have you done differently that made your arm sore?" Git asked as he gave a little more force on the squeeze.

"Ow! Too hard!" Remy yelped in pain.

"Sorry," He gave less force, and continued, "so why do you have a sore arm out of all the days you work?"

"I made more pasta than usual. I never made this much pasta in a day along with other meal. When I'm cooking something else, stove and oven do everything, but making pasta from scratch requires a lot of handworks since I have to measure the flour and water to make the dough, knead the dough, and cut them into strands, and I had to make about... I don't know, probably serving for 250?" Remy explained.

"Well, I never knew it took that much effort to make those," Git said. "In some parts, you're much stronger than I am." Git massaged him gently. As Git massaged him, Remy noticed a little scratch on Git's chest.

"What happened there?" Remy asked as he pointed at the wound.

"Oh, don't worry about that," Git said.

"Tell me, what happened?" Remy asked.

"I was spacing out while I was working out, and I accidentally scratched myself with spikes that were on the weights, I'm fine." Git touched the wound.

"We should put some ointment on there," Remy suggested.

"When your arms feel better," Git said. Remy smiled. "By the way, did you try to find a way to make the ginseng pasta that you were curious about?"

"Eh, not yet," Remy replied, "I couldn't get the ginseng, just not yet."

"Do you still want to meet that cook?" Git asked out of amazement.

"Oh, yes. I'd go to Korea just to see her," Remy imagined meeting her in person. "Hopefully, she visits France for the International European Cuisine Competition one day. Speaking of International European Cuisine Competition, which food should I challenge with?"

"What's the most popular food in your bistro?" Git asked.

"Ratatouille," Remy said without thinking.

"Well, there you go!" Git said.

"But would it fit foreigners' appetite? It's a competition between countries and countries," Remy was a little concerned.

"I'm pretty sure it would. If anyone doesn't like your cooking, they have problems with their taste buds. When is the International European Cuisine Competition?" Git asked.

"In three weeks. I saw it in the newspaper." Remy's arms felt much better after Git massaged him for minutes now. "Git, I think that's enough." Git let go. Remy twisted his arms to stretch it a little bit. He felt relieved when he made a crack sound. "Ah, it feels so much better!" Git smirked. "Now, Git, come along, let's get your wounds treated."

Once they arrived, Remy got the first aid kit and dipped the cotton swab in the small bottle of disinfectant, and carefully tapped the scratch on his chest. Git winced and groaned. He blew on the scratch before he put ointment on the scratch. "Now, you can stay here as long as you want. I gotta practice for International European Cuisine Competition."

"Why you gotta practice? The food's attractive enough."

"I know, but I still gotta come up with some ideas to attract foreign testers." He took out pre-sliced vegetables, small bottles of different pre-made sauces, and cups of spices.

"Remy, can I help?" Remy already went through much today so Git felt bad that Remy had to do more cooking again.

"I wish you can, but the medicines are still left on your chest," Remy politely refused.

"Welp, when can I help you?" Git asked.

"Not until tomorrow," Remy said. "But don't worry, there's not much work."

"If you say so," Git said. Then he lied down and said, "if you need, I can be the tester."

"Oh yes, you can be my tester." Remy placed the sliced vegetables on the pan spread with sauce, put an oven paper over it, and put it in the oven to let it cook slowly. Meanwhile, he had Git come to the kitchen to chat with him until the ratatouille was done. When it was done, he carefully opened the oven and placed some on the plate. This time, he sprinkled a few pepper flakes. Git took a bite. "It may be a little too spicy."

"Well, I should just go back to the original style."

"Yes, Remy. You don't have to change anything. The original is always better."

"I guess you're right. Try the original then."

Git tried it. He nodded his head. "You're ready for the competition."

Out of curiosity, Remy also tried to make ginseng pasta, but none of the wine, nor other fruit extracts seemed to work. Hm, how did that cook in Korea make this? She is very brilliant figuring that out.

During the three weeks, Remy asked to make ratatouille a little bit cheaper so that more people order it and he could get more practice. The more he cooked, the better the ratatouille tasted. When he tasted his own ratatouille the evening before the International European Cuisine Competition, he nodded and said, "Good enough."

Remy was very lucky this year because the Competition was held in Paris. It was also his first time participating in the Competition. His stomach felt like jumping. All right, I got this! Remy thought confidently as he entered the building with Linguini and Colette. Remy looked around as he stayed in Linguini's pocket. There were five teams competitors from France, five from Germany, seven from Italy, four from Spain, three from Portugal, three from the United States, two from Japan, two from Canada, two from England, two from China, one from Brazil, and one from Korea. Remy recognized a young woman from the Korean team. "Hey! That's the cook who successfully made ginseng pasta!" Remy wanted to meet her. As soon as Linguini reached their spot, Remy yanked on his clothes to try to get his attention. Then he wrote on a piece of paper, "I'd like to meet the competitor from Korea."

"Meet her?"

Remy nodded.

"Well, we can try."

Remy cheered.

"Alright, ladies and gentlemen," the announcer started. Everyone stayed quiet and Remy quickly hid under Linguini's chef hat, because people are still not aware that Remy is the real chef. "Please prepare your ingredients and you will have thirty minutes to complete your food. Ready, get set, go!"

As the timer started, every competitor quickly started. "You know the plan little chef. I'm ready." Remy put on his chef hat and his scarf, and grabbed Linguini's hair strands and made his move to slice the vegetables and place them on the pan after Colette spread sauce on the pan. Because there were a lot of testers and competitors were allowed to try the other competitors' food, they had to make at least thirty servings, three times more than they usually make in one time. Remy pulled and pushed Linguini's hair strands so that it looks like Linguini who is putting the food on the plate, and doing all the decorations. Just in time when the final dish was done, the time was up. Remy exhaled proudly. Colette wiped the sweat on Linguini's forehead. Then they both hugged each other and Linguini said, "You did an awesome job, Colette."

As the timer rang, the hosts announced, "Please stop what you are doing at this moment. If you proceed, you will automatically be disqualified." Everyone stopped. "Now, you may use this time to clear your spaces while the judges go around to try your food. After judges have tried the food, the contestants may try their competitors' food if they wish to do so." Linguini and Colette cleaned their spaces up while Remy ducked down so that the judges can't see him through the hat. Five judges passed each time. Their first impression was not so great as they looked at the ratatouille. Linguini, Colette, and Remy gulped as they looked at the testers' facial expression. When the first tester took a bite, his facial expression of disgust transitioned into joy. Looking at the first tester, the next one took a bite, and their face turned happy as he savored the taste. Linguini and Colette smiled with relief. Remy breathed out as he put his paw over his chest.

After all the testers have tasted every competitor's' food, they were all required to stay outside while the judges evaluated. Remy asked Linguini to talk to the competitor from Korea, but then he was interrupted by his past co-workers: Lalo, Larousse, Horst, Pompidou, and Mustafa. Colette even stood up to greet them.

"Well, didn't expect to see both of you here," Lalo greeted.

"Oh, umm, hi," Linguini nervously greeted them back.

"So you set up your own bistro?" Pompidou asked.

"We did. With the help of Anton Ego," Colette replied confidently.

"Are you guys the only people working there?" Horst asked.

"Oh, yes! It's just us. Just us." Linguini replied.

"I don't think so," Horst said in disbelief, "what about that rat that you said that it made you move with your hair?"

"Uh..." Linguini stuttered.

"That rat is not here anymore, so it doesn't matter to us," Colette replied. The rest of the pretended that they were convinced by Colette. So they distracted them by talking about their relationship. They softly applauded when Linguini announced that they are now married.

Meanwhile, Larousse sneaked from behind and quickly took of Linguini's hat. And there Remy sat. They all gasped, which caught more people's attention. "RAT!" They all screamed in horror and disgust and caused chaos everywhere in the halls. One of the competition monitors stepped outside to see what was going on. When someone reported that there was a rat with one of the French competitors, there had to be a whole investigation.

Oh well, I'm done for... Remy thought. During the investigation, Linguini and Colette tried to persuade that he is part of the team. "See, this is the registration. Alfredo Linguini, Colette Linguini, and Remy. And we didn't let him be exposed to the food."

"We clearly said that there should be no pets allowed," competition manager strictly told Linguini and Colette. Remy felt very guilty about this.

"I'm sorry, but due to the violation of the competition rules, we will have to disqualify you, but we will still give you evaluation," one of the competition monitor explained.

Feeling disappointed, Linguini and Colette stepped outside the manager's office. They both let out a deep sigh. Remy sadly sat on Linguini's head. "Little chef, it's fine. We're still going to get the evaluation. Let's be satisfied with good evaluation," Linguini comforted him with a very soft tone.

All three of them noticed the group of competitors was surrounded by a bulletin board. It was all the evaluation of the results. Linguini and Colette walked over there to see the results.

First place: Seo, Yoo-Kyung - South Korea; Ginseng Pasta

Second place: Ramsay, Gordon - Great Britain; Beef Wellington

Third Place: Morhange, Dufayel - France; Foie Gras

Fourth Place: Bianchi, Bianca - Italy; Squid Ink Pasta

Fifth Place: Schneider, Emilia - Germany; Kasespatzle

"Wow, ginseng pasta won the first place," Colette said, a little surprised, "it is not that easy to make a good pasta with that kind of herb."

"She must've worked so hard to make that ginseng past to taste good," Linguini sounded very impressed.

I would totally expect that from her, Remy thought.

All of a sudden, a man approached to Linguini and Colette and said, "Hello, are you the team with the rat who made the ratatouille?"

Linguini and Colette both said, "Yes."

"Hello, I am a translator for the competitor from Korea. She tried your ratatouille after every judge finished evaluating everyone's food. She said she loved it so much, and she heard that the rat helped out to make the food." Remy stood up to listen. "She was pretty amazed by that fact and would like to meet you and the rat."

"Oh, of course," Colette said.

"It'd be an honor to meet her. After all, she got the first place award," Linguini added.

The translator called her. She modestly walked up to them. She politely waved since she couldn't speak French. Linguini, Colette, and Remy kindly waved back.

(From here, the translator translates every time each side talk.)

"It is an honor to meet all of you," Yoo-Kyung said.

"We want to say the same thing," Linguini replied.

"Is that the rat who helped you cook?" Yoo-Kyung asked as she pointed at Remy.

"Yes, he is," Linguini replied. "And he said earlier that wanted to meet you also."

"Meet me?" She thought it was ironic. "Before the competition even started?"

Remy needed something to write with. "Uh, why don't we sit down and talk?"

Yoo-Kyung agreed. They found a place to sit with a desk so that Remy can communicate. He wrote, "I read an article about you and your ginseng pasta, and I was pretty impressed. I always wondered how you erased the bitter taste and smell."

"Oh, I can't believe that went on the article in France," Yoo-Kyung said, amazed. Then she explained, "Anyways, I used cold milk to get rid of the smell and the taste. Before I figured out that milk was the key to everything to make the pasta complete, I tried using expensive wines, but none of them seemed to work. But then I remembered there are times when people use milk for celery roots, so I tried milk, and it worked out."

Wow, even simple things can be an answer to everything, Remy thought as he was amazed by her experiments with food.

"Anyways, I'm really sorry that you had to be disqualified," Yoo-Kyung apologized.

"It's okay. We're happy that you enjoyed the food. As long as people enjoyed the food, we're satisfied." Linguini said. Colette and Remy nodded in agreement.

"Well, what positive mind you have." Then a man walked up to both teams and handed them each packet. It was their evaluation. "I'm pretty sure you scored higher than I did." Remy looked through the packet. Out of a score of 5, he scored 5, 4.8, 4.7, 5, 5, 5, 4.8, 4.9, 4.9, 5. Yoo-Kyung looked through her packet. 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 5, 4.9, 4.9. Surely, Yoo-Kyung scored better than Remy did. Remy applauded after he looked through her packet. "I never knew this would happen."

Remy wrote, "Don't underestimate yourself too much. I would like to try your ginseng pasta since judges like them so much."

"Try my ginseng pasta? Where can I cook them?" Yoo-Kyung asked.

"You can visit our bistro." Linguini offered. She agreed and asked permission to visit their bistro to their teammates, they all accepted.

When they arrived at the bistro, they led her to the kitchen so that she can cook ginseng pasta for them. She used processed pasta noodles, to make ginseng pasta. When Remy, Linguini, and Colette tried it, their eyes opened wide in amazement.

"This is amazing!" Linguini exclaimed.

"The taste and the texture... one of the best pasta I've ever eaten!" Colette said.

Remy thought it was good. He remembered something, and ran to get his handmade pasta noodles and offered it to her.

"You want me to make it with this?" Yoo-Kyung asked. Remy nodded. She made it again with Remy's handmade noodles. When the three tried it again, they thought it was much better than the one made with processed pasta noodles. Yoo-Kyung tried it also. She froze as she chewed it for the first time. "Oh wow, I should do this when I go back to Korea! Thanks for the tip." She winked at Remy. Remy smiled at her. Then she wrote her email on the piece of paper and gave it to them. "If you ever get a chance to access to media, please email me here and I'll try to respond as soon as possible. It was cool getting to know a rat who can cook. Hey, little chef, may I have your name?" Remy wrote it on a different piece of paper. "Remy, what a nice name. I hope I get to see you again when I visit France ever again. Well, I have to catch my flight, so goodbye. It was nice knowing you."

"Goodbye, we'll email you as soon as we can," Linguini and Colette exchanged good-byes with Yoo-Kyung. Remy also waved back as she left and took the cab to the airport with her translator and her teammates.

A/N: If you know what kind of cross-over this is, you are amazing! Comment "Ratatouille X ________ (insert name of the piece of work)" if you think what the crossover is. If you guess it right, you will be loved by me for the rest of my Wattpad career ;)