Talent

I often say that.

The size of his plate, as a chef.

The amount of food I can put on it.

Byung-jin's plate was not small.

That's why I was able to become the head chef of Michelin One Star Restaurant.

But it wasn't enough to go up there.

That was the limit of talent a person named Byung-jin had.

But one day?

Is she some kind of monster? I can't see the end. The end of talent. Do you even know what's funny? The girl next to Haru. Was it Yumi? She was like...There are only monsters in this little restaurant anyway.

Now you know why I told Haru that?

I don't really want to know. You used me as much as you could.

I can't even use 50% of my plate a day. And he thinks that 50% is everything he has. He's got guests in his entire bowl. That's why everything in the day is warm.

-Then, if he can spend the remaining 50% of the day. If you put yourself on it.

Then I'll be the one. I'm going to be the chef of Hanseok Choi.

Yoon Byung-jin swallowed his dry saliva.

Chef Choi Han-seok.

Not everyone could say it, but at the same time, it was a ridiculous word.

The master of Korean food recognized by the world. The star chef of the star chef.

And he is the one who created Gujeon Fairy Tale, which is one of the most popular Korean restaurants in Korea.

Choi Han-seok himself said that one day will naturally rise to his level.

Yoon Byung-jin honestly envied Haru. Jealousy itself hurt my pride, but I was still madly envious.

Choi Han-seok looked quite excited every time he talked about the day.

Like a little boy who tells the story of his favorite toy, very pure.

It couldn't have been more sincere.

Choi Han-seok continued to talk, clenching his fists as if he couldn't stand it.

-But one day we can take a step further from there. I finished by putting customers on a plate and me. One day, he's a kid who can capture more than that. I believe so.

After talking, Choi Han-seok jumped to his feet.

There is not much time left, so let's hurry up and go inside and beg Yoon Byung-jin.

While opening the door to return to the oral fairy tale that everyone was waiting for, he paused for a moment and murmured without looking back at Yoon Byung-jin.

One day, he's the one who can show me the level that I haven't reached.

-Ha... -I hope so. With a good disciple.

Do I like it? No need to say. I'm dying of joy. If I were alive, I would have had dozens more heart attacks so far.

There's nothing old people can't say.

What? All dead ghosts.

Squeak—Chirring~.

When the door to the table heaven opened, the hanging bell shook and made a sound.

Choi Han-seok went inside first, and Yoon Byung-jin, who crumpled up a paper cup, was about to follow him.

"That's all for you."

What?

Someone grabbed Yoon Byung-jin's wrist trying to enter the restaurant and pulled him back.

Surprised, Yoon Byungjin looked back.

Oh, my gosh!

Oh, the next world is here.

It soon turned white.

However, Choi Han-seok raises his hand as if he is familiar with it.As expected, it was none other than the Grim Reaper who held his hand.

Why, why are you here? What did I do wrong again?

"No, no. You didn't do anything wrong. I came here because I did a good job. I solved it. Just now."

-Relieve your resentment...…? Me?

Perhaps he is a little dumbfounded.

Yoon Byung-jin literally stopped on the spot.

I was just thinking.

Really? The one I'm thinking?

"You can blame God."

Come on! Argh! Argh!

I cried like I was going crazy with annoyance.

I wondered what was going on and ghosts in the restaurant rushed out of the door.

"Is it only a day away from the holy grail? Really? I envy you!

These words came sporadically, but Yoon Byung-jin, the envy's mastermind, literally turned white.

Choi Han-seok knew why.

"Chef Choi Han-seok. What's going on? You definitely lost. Chef Yoon Byungjin. But why do you say holy fire? So suddenly?"

Byungjin wouldn't have been successful if he won the cooking contest with you. I realized it because I lost. That he can't beat you for a day. How far you can go.

Chef Yoon Byung-jin's Han did not go higher as a chef.

But that was as far as it could not be.

Why? That's his limit.

However, through Choi Han-seok, Yoon realized the bloody truth.

That's why the limit has not been resolved, but it has disappeared.

He realized to himself that he couldn't achieve it.

The reason why he will remain in this world with resentment has also disappeared.

Of course, it would be insanely annoying for Yoon Byung-jin.

But what can I do?

"I'm just conforming. That's the law of the underworld. There's nothing I can do about it."

No, that's. I mean... Sigh. This is driving me crazy. Am I supposed to like this, or should I die twice?

"Well, feel free to do it. Anyway, I'm the best when you take me."

I'm going to die twice! Why are you doing this to me, seriously?

It's been a day since I've had a lot of ghosts, but it's the first time I'

That the resentment was completely extinguished, let alone resolved.

Even the Holy Ghost is about to die of injustice.

It's Haru. No, Chef Haru! Say something to the grim reaper. You said you're close! No, I really don't care if I'm a saint. It breaks my heart if I go like this. Yes?

Eventually, Yoon Byung-jin, who was fighting with the grim reaper, appealed to Haru.

The grim reaper was also looking at Haru for help because it was ambiguous to force him to take someone who didn't want to be a saint.

In the end, Haru looked at Yoon Byung-jin and the grim reaper alternately and said.

"Can't you take him back in a little while? About two hours."

"Why, what are you doing in two hours?"

"Well, Chef Yoon Byung-jin made a bet with me. So I won. The punishment is to wash the dishes.”

"So, are you going to have me wash the dishes for two hours?"

"Your ears are closed, but the Grim Reaper can force you to open them, right?"

"Well... well, if the other kings of the underworld find out that they forced themselves to wash the dishes, they will die and die a hundred more times." Well, if it's Haru, the king of the underworld."

It doesn't matter.

Saying so, the grim reaper shrugged at Yoon Byung-jin.So, what do you want to do?' was written on the grim reaper's face.

-Haha... -I'm going crazy.

Yoon Byung-jin smiled.

Then, he held the hand of the grim reaper, saying, "I don't know."

Let's go!

"I wish I could do this.”

The Grim Reaper. Then can I really ask you one last favor?

"I don't think you can do me a favor. Just tell me."

If I have a chance to be reborn later, I don't want to be a chef.

"Um. Why?"

What can I do when there are monsters like that?

Yoon Byung-jin pointed to Haru and Yumi with a gesture.

The grim reaper, who was watching still, smirked and burst into laughter.

"Don't you think other jobs would do that?”

-That's... oh, my God.

"Worked hard, lived hard, wandered hard in death. That's all that matters. Byungjin Yoon will live a good life in the afterlife, so don't worry too much and follow me. We're going to a good place.”

There's nothing we can do. Oh, then I really have one last favor to ask you.

What else is left?

Yoon Byung-jin whispered something in the ears of the grim reaper, and she, who was looking sullen, soon sighed and nodded.

"All right, all right. Anyway, either hate it or like it. How nice it would be to do just one.”

- Is there a ghost that lives like that? The Grim Reaper will have a hard time finding a job.

"Anyway, you're a good talker. Well, don't worry about it. It's something I can do with my authority."

It seemed that the words between the two worked out well.

Yoon Byung-jin trudging along with the grim reaper.

The Grim Reaper once again opened the door of the table heaven, as always, creating a passage to the Underworld.

As she said, I'm going to a good place.

Seeing the bright light leaking out of the door, I thought it was a really nice place.

Well, thank you, though. I ate well, had a good time.

Good job, I have to say now. You don't blame me for putting you out, do you?

It's not fair. It's not fair. But, what can I do? That's the way I see it.

Chef Yoon Byung-jin then smiled comfortably.

There are times like that.

When I have to admit I can't.

What Yoon Byung-jin had to admit was his cooking skills, and he only admitted it after he eventually died and became a ghost.

But it wasn't so bad.

"You said a day, didn't you? It's a real monster, a kid like that. It's worth losing.'

An opponent who feels good even if he loses.

It was the last time. We were able to meet Kiyeon.

Thank you, Haru.

"What? We only met for a day, but you did a great job.”

"Me, too, thank you, Chef! I learned a lot!"

Haru and Yumi, bowing down and saying hello to their seniors.

Holding the grim reaper's hand, enveloped in a group of lights.

That's how my short relationship with Chef Yoo Byung-jin ended.

He's gone. He's gone!

The seat where Yoo Byungjin left.

The blinding light faded away, and the darkness of dawn sank again.

The ghosts went out to heaven on the table, telling stories about Yoo Byung-jin.

It's time to close.

Choi Han-seok seemed to have some lingering feelings, so only Haru and Yumi returned to the table heaven.

And what I saw was.

"Oh, wash the dishes!"

"You didn't do it in the end. Well, of course it is."Today's dishes are piled up like a mountain.

Approximately 20 servings or more, and today's cooking utensils have been doubled.

It was clear that it would take at least an hour to wash all that.

but

"CEO Haru, look at this!"

"This is……."

Yumi found something on the rubber gloves lying in the sink.

As the day approached, there was a paper note bearing the seal of the underworld.

[Haru] Honestly, I can't do the dishes at this age. But I've put enough tips in, so please let it slide!

PS: I know you've been having similar problems with me. I'll figure it out and go like this, but you won't. But if I can give you advice as a senior who is not good enough...….]

Slip!

Shortly after Haru read the last sentence of the note, the note suddenly turned into light and disappeared.

Like when I was paid by ghosts.

At the same time, the time of Haru and Yumi's watch quickly turned around.

Yumi, who was looking at her watch, soon asked Haru, saying, "It's amazing that you paid for the meal like this."

"I didn't see it closely, what did it say?”

Then Haru smiled brightly as usual.

"I don't want to wash the dishes.”

"……What?"

"Just kidding. Well, let's move fast. The sun will rise at this rate."

"Oh, that's right! We have to go grocery shopping early in the morning. I'll do the dishes!"

Yumi, who wears rubber gloves first.

Looking at the door that Chef Yoon Byung-jin left within a day of sweeping the restaurant.

Like this. Choi Han-seok came in.

"Hi, Master."

It's already sunny outside.Didn't you just say something?

"It's nothing. Chef."