It's sizzling!

Egg water poured into the heated frying pan with oil.

I removed the strings from the beaten egg and added green onions, carrots, and onions to match the color.

Spread it very thinly, cook it about half way, and roll it up little by little.

"So far, it's not bad."

Gulp.

One day, he swallowed a dry saliva.

Next to him, nearly a hundred broken eggshells were piled up to form a shallow hill.

At 3 a.m., a big kitchen with almost all the lights out.

I stayed up all night practicing to make the "perfect rolled omelet," a homework given by my seniors, but it was not easy.

But there wasn't much time in a day.

The first restaurant in the world to receive Michelin 3 stars for Korean food.

The only restaurant established by Choi Han-seok, a legendary chef not only in Korea but also in the world.

The so-called oral fairy tale.

He entered the utopia of chefs with all his youth, but his skills did not improve.

If I fail this homework, I really might have to leave here.

Will he be able to make a comeback as a cook if he does so?….

I focused on cooking to shake off the miscellaneous thoughts that were growing like boiling egg water.

Screeching! Screeching!

After rolling it a few more times, the thick rolled omelet was completed.

This is the last time.

I tried cutting the finished rolled omelet in half.

Light touch as if cutting butter. The vegetables are cooked well, and there are no burnt parts.

Rolled omelet that would be recognized by the whole family if it was made at home.

But this is not a home.

"This time again……. The center part is a little undercooked. The egg they made was moist like pudding. Mine is... ..."

Compared to that of senior chefs, his cooking felt like food waste.

I wanted to throw everything out right away and go back home and sleep.

But he knew better than anyone that he couldn't.

Somehow and again, swallowing the cussies trying to get out of my mouth, I peeled the eggs.

"Let's do it again. Calm down."

Now that I made egg water, I heated up the frying pan.

The fire appliances for restaurants were different from those for home use.

I had to open the gas valve first and then light it with a torch.

Swoosh! Tatatat!

I reopened the valve of one fireball. I brought a torch, but strangely it didn't catch fire.

"What's this?"

I was in a hurry.

"Come on!"

Tadak! Tadak!

I pressed the torch button again and again, but it didn't catch fire.

Maybe it was because I was in a hurry, but I didn't notice one day.

Fishy—.

The fact that gas was leaking behind the fireball.

And that the gas leaking out little by little was sinking in front of him.

"There you go!"

I wonder how much he's used up.

A small fire flashed before my eyes.

"Huh?"

It was too late when I realized something was wrong.

Boom!

My eyes went blank.

* * *

"Tzutzutzutzut, a little boy goes early. That's too bad."

Black suit with good wrinkles, high heels.

Likewise, a woman wearing black lipstick clicked her tongue looking at the day.

"Yes?"

One day I couldn't understand the current situation.

Who the hell is this woman? No, where are we?

What do you mean by what happened to him?

"Who are you? No, more than that. Get out of my way. I don't have time. I don't know what will happen if I don't practice quickly.….”The first thing that came to my mind was that I had to make rolled omelet immediately.

Even if I stayed up all night, I had to finish practicing before my seniors went to work tomorrow morning.

Thinking so, he turned his head to find his own knife and spatula somewhere.

by the way

"……What is this?"

What it looks like is a disastrous landscape.

Starting with the fireball where the day stood, the kitchen materials behind it were burned and broken.

My mind went blank for a moment.

What am I looking at now?

"It's a gas explosion. He didn't even know the gas was leaking, so he kept cooking and it exploded. What an idiot."

"Gas…… Explosion…"…?”

"Well, that's what happened. Mr. Haru?"

A woman who had been a few steps away suddenly appeared in front of the day.

Looking at the eyes that seemed to be burning blue flames gave me goosebumps on my spine.

"I don't have a lot of time. I'll explain quickly, so listen carefully. Haru, you died in a gas explosion at 3:15 a.m. I'm the grim reaper who'll take you to the next world. Okay?"

A woman who introduced herself as the grim reaper put a piece of paper in front of the day.

A document that says 'the list of the underworld'.

In the middle of it was written in bright red letters, 'Haru - December 3rd Insi Death'.

The day I looked at it opened my mouth wide.

"……Are you going to die?"

"Oh, I know. Of course it's hard to accept. People who die for the first time are like that. Now, let's go to the next world. I'll call your name three times?”

"Come on, hold on! Wait! I can't die right now. I've been through a lot of trouble to get in here!"

"That's none of my business. You'll be tried when you're in the next world anyway, so tell the judge there."

"Wait, wait, please!"

If the grim reaper calls the name of the dead three times, the spirit escapes.

Once the soul comes out of the body, it cannot go back.

I thought I should stop this, so I rushed in, but it was too late.

"One day."

"Come on, hold on!"

"One day."

"Argh!"

"One day."

The grim reaper who named the day.

"Huh?"

"Huh? What's this? Why isn't it coming out?"

She had an expression of high spirits, but soon her face was wrinkled.

Far from losing his soul, he was perfectly fine.

A question mark was also drawn on Haru's face.

"One day, one day, one day! Haru!"

“…….”

"One day, come out!"

The Grim Reaper, who is screaming and running around, must have been embarrassed.

No matter how many times she called her name, she exclaimed, looking at the day once.

"Just wait here. I'll go check it out."

Whining-.

Then suddenly the figure disappeared.

"It's just a bunch of drumming and jangguing alone."

One day, when I was out of my mind, I muttered unconsciously.

The Grim Reaper, who had disappeared, swirled back in less than 10 seconds later.

With a new piece of paper in one hand, a complete red face.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"One day……"

"No, not that! There's a problem with the four registers, now. When is your birthday? No, what year and what date were you born?”

After using honorifics at first sight, he naturally became informal.

Although I thought it doesn't matter because he's about the same age as me on the outside.

'Wait. Something's going wrong. Don't tell me.I replied, still puzzled.

"March 24th, '95.

"What?"

The grim grim reaper's face was cloudy after hearing the day's answer.

Usually, people looked like they were feeling "Xed."

Soon she handed over the list she was holding.

A list similar to the previous one.

However, it stated that a day was born on March 23.

"Why, the list can't be wrong?”

A situation in which there is a day difference.

However, he had a guess.

"In the past... my mother told me. You just didn't come out when you came out into the world. The day before the scheduled date, he suddenly got worse, so he came out thinking he was going to die."

"Hang on. Well, don't tell me, d*mn it! The list is twisted!"

The grim reaper must have thought of something.

Up blab blabbed, Karma blabbed, but none of it came into the ears of the day.

Anyway, the conclusion was like this.

"This is what happens once a thousand years. Whoo... Hey. Congratulations. You're not dying yet."

"Well, really?”

"Yes, just until 3 a.m. tomorrow."

One day came to life. Only for one day.

But I'll die again at dawn tomorrow.

"And this.”

The grim reaper put a watch on the wrist of the day.

It was an ordinary-looking iron watch, and the touch on the wrist was frighteningly cool.

The clock didn't indicate the time now.

Starting at 12:0, it moved backwards. Very slowly.

"I'll pick you up when this watch is done. I'll take him without mercy, heart attack or anything.”

"Yes……."

"Just in case, don't do anything wrong. You get it back tens of times in the afterlife. You know what I mean?”

The day nodded slowly.

The grim reaper glanced a few times at the day with a look of disapproval, and soon disappeared as if it had first appeared.

"Whoa..."

Flop!

A day when my legs were relaxed collapsed on the kitchen floor.

"Just now, I'm dead. He's alive, right?”

I felt like I had a terrible nightmare.

But the fireball in the kitchen, which had completely exploded, said the touch of a heavy clock clinging from the wrist, was a fact of life.

Soon there was a real concern.

"Now what should I do...….”

There was an explosion, and he's alive, and he even dies at dawn tomorrow.

Fortunately, the sky helped him or the fireball flew away, but he set fire to other people's restaurants anyway.

Criminal punishment may be unavoidable. If you're unlucky, you can spend the rest of the day in detention.

It was at that time when the day was in deep agony.

It's a dirty surprise. I can't believe I've ever seen a grim reaper swear. Well, not exactly in life, though.

"……Huh?"

I'm sorry for the young man, by the way. Tsk, tsk. I was looking forward to it because I practiced so fast and looked so talented.

"Huh?"

Man

A man in his mid-40s dressed in oral fairy tale cooking clothes was seen.

Even though he was old enough to say he was middle-aged, his face was full of young hits.

You look so young at first glance. He seemed like a neighborhood uncle, but his eyes were full of confidence.

A man who looks good in pure white cooking clothes and a scarf around his neck.How can Haru forget him!

The master of Korean food recognized by the world, the creator of Michelin 3-star oral fairy tales.

"…Chef Choi Han-seok?"

What is this?!

And that's why Haru started cooking, a role model.

Can you see me?

He turned into a ghost and appeared in front of the day.