Lee Yeyoung.

It was the name of Yumi's friend.

Ye-young was, if anything, a peculiar person.

First of all, I cut my hair straight and dressed quite down.

Ripped jeans and a T-shirt that says [RIDING ALL DAY]. Like a down-to-earth fashion, the tone and personality also seemed down-to-earth.

I was holding a helmet in my hand, so I asked him and he said he was working on a motorcycle.

For a moment, I thought that I had found a job that matched my personality.

Of course, Ye-young's age was the same as Yumi's. Since elementary school, I've known him since we lived in the same neighborhood.

"We, how many years has it been?"

"Well, yeah. The last time we saw each other was when we graduated from high school. It's been a little over 10 years."

"Wow. It's been a really long time. It's been. It's past my school days."

"I know. I still can't believe it. I didn't realize it when I was a student. Oh, I did, but that's a load of bullshit.

For a friend, it's been a while since we last met.

A childhood friend I met over 10 years ago.

I shared a word or two through SNS.But it was natural that it was awkward.

I suppose so, but there was no awkwardness soon between Yumi and Yeyoung.

As if we met yesterday and ate together. The two were simply friends.

"It's very interesting. It's been such a long time since we've seen each other, but I just don't feel anything."

"Me too, Yumi. Why, people say that. Real friends are always the same."

"Of course, we're real friends. That's

"So, my friend, please cook for me quickly. I feel like I'm going to die because I haven't eaten anything since morning. Ugh, my stomach and my back skin are sticking together!"

"All right, all right. Wait a little. I'll make it delicious."

Yumi, who gave a bow to Ye-young, who complained that she was starving to death, followed her to the kitchen for a day.

"I could have cooked. Yumi, do you mind if I don't stay with my friend?”

"It's okay. I'm supposed to cook today. And, it's been a while since we met and I wanted to give it to you with my own hands.”

"There's nothing we can do about it."

What more can I say here when Yumi says so.

After neatly pulling out, we decided to simply make more side dishes.

Since today's main menu, duck bulgogi, was Yumi's work.

"Yumi, you've been so worked up about cooking for a long time, and you've finally succeeded. It looks good."

"And then it worked. I'm so happy now. I'm living my life cooking my favorite food."

"Wasn't it hard for you? I don't think you'd be half-hearted."

"It was hard. Yes, there were times when it was really hard.”

Yumi blurted her words for a moment.

One day, I knew well that there was pain that did not end with the words "tough."

Mother who died after fighting cancer. The father who abused himself.

The life of a man named Yumi, who was burning his body to the ground, but eventually burned down and almost became a handful of ashes.

The middle and the end. And it was a day where we started a new beginning together.

Maybe it's because we're on the same page.

Yumi glanced at the day when she was making egg water for rolled omelet.

"But I'm fine now. Our restaurant owner is a very nice person. He's a bit hard-working, but he's a great at cooking. Anyway, he's a very grateful person.""Wow, Yumi. If you say thank you so much, it means it's real. Thank you, boss! I don't know the details, but as Yumi's friend!"

"What, what."

Yeyoung said hello to Haru while listening to Yumi's story with her chin on her back.

Surprised, Haru smiled and nodded as well.

'You have a very outgoing personality.’

I feel like I'll be good at social life.

It goes well with Yumi, but it doesn't.

Thinking about what kind of friends Ye-young and Yumi would be, Yumi began to cook in earnest.

I bought duck meat in advance yesterday and marinated it in the sauce.

I used sliced raw duck and spicy sauce based on red pepper paste and soy sauce.

The key point was pepper and plum juice to control the taste.

After taking out a large wok, heat it with oil.

Put green onion and garlic first and stir-fry them gently. When you smell it.

Whoops, whoops, whoops!

You have to put in as much duck as you want.

Duck meat has a lot of oil, and if cooked too much, it becomes crumbly and tough.

That's why baking skills were so important.

Screeching!

Screeching--!

Yumi baked it very well, turning it upside down well.

When oil came out, it was baked moderately and then turned to the other side, and the seasoning was easy to burn over high heat, but it kept rotating the pan and flavored just before it burned.

Who said cooking is timing and skill.

If that's true, the word "cooking master" wouldn't be a waste for Yumi now.

He looked pleased at his pupil, who had grown up a lot.

"Oh, it smells great. Yumi, did you make it?

"Of course. Honestly, I've improved my cooking skills.”

"Great job, Yumi!"

When the meat is about 80% cooked, add the onions, peppers and trimmed mushrooms.

And stir-fry the onion until it's clear. It's done!

Just in time, when the rolled omelet of a day was completed, the side dishes that were originally made were set up and rice was scooped up, the official portion of heaven was completed for the special guest.

"Here you go. What you ordered.”

"Awesome. Your visuals are crazy.”

"You said you came here because you thought it would be delicious after seeing the picture of the food I posted at our restaurant.”

"That's true for now. That's true, I didn't expect it to be this bad in personally. Then I'll try it."

Ye-young, who picked up chopsticks quickly, tasted the duck meat first.

Thanks to the red pepper paste-based seasoning, a piece of duck dripping with red oil came up with white steam.

Let's blow it out and put it in the mouth.

"Oh!"

Chewy texture. Savory taste of fat. Spicy and salty spices make it hard to find any scent...….

"Is it good?"

"You're killing me."

Ye-young, who uttered a word without even looking at Yumi, began to eat in earnest.

While eating duck meat, he immediately switched from chopsticks to spoons.

Then pour the sauce over the white rice and rub the cooked vegetables and duck bulgogi together.

If you eat it with a spoonful of ripe cabbage kimchi.

"Wow, that's crazy!"

A taste that makes you exclaim.

There was no reason why people added rice.

This amazing rice thief is in front of us.

The sauce wasn't too salty, so the rice really went in smoothly.It's only been less than 10 minutes, and a bowl of rice.

There was still bulgogi and side dishes left, so Haru tactfully brought me another bowl of rice.

"I'll give it to your friend for free."

"Thank you, boss!"

Unsurprisingly, Ye-young's mouth was caught in her ear when she gave more rice as a service.

It took less than 20 minutes to empty the two bowls of rice, the duck bulgogi and other side dishes she had made.

I thought I didn't need to wash the dishes because I ate so cleanly without leaving a grain of rice.

It was a time when there were not many customers, so I had some free time.

But it's too bad to go already since we haven't seen each other in 10 years.

Naturally, Yumi and Yeyoung's talk began.

"By the way, Ye-young, what have you been up to lately? I saw you riding a motorcycle earlier."

"Well, I'm working on delivery. It's a job to run all day long, with food delivery and a quick."

"Isn't it dangerous? If you keep running fast."

"You don't run dangerously well. Don't worry about me."

"Well, Ye-young, you've always been so mature. Reliable."

"Now you are, too. Find what you want to do and have fun working. You're a good cook! I envy you, man."

I don't have much to talk about when I meet my friend for the first time in a while.

A conversation that disappeared soon after the update was over.

Breaking the silence, Haru asked what he had been curious about earlier.

"I think you're in the middle. Can I ask you something, too?"

"Of course, sir."

I don't know what you mean, but Yumi nods her head.

Ye-young also nodded after her friend.

"Ask me, our Yumi owes you, of course."

"Well, then. How did you two meet? If you listen to the story, you sound like a very young friend."

"That's true. We were in elementary school when we first met."

It's the most fun thing in the world to hear stories like this.

As Ye-young recalled the past with her chin on her back, Yumi suddenly stepped in.

"When I was in the third grade of elementary school. Your birthday was a rainy day.”

"Oh, right! My third grade birthday."

"Yumi, you remember very well."

"Just, that day was very memorable. It was the first day I met Ye-

Starting with that, Yumi slowly began to tell the story of the past.

I couldn't help but be surprised one more day here.

"You said it was Haru, right?”

"Oh, yes, yes. Ye-young."

"I don't know how you feel. Actually, even though Yumi looks like this now, she was very introverted when she was in elementary school.”

"Yumi?"

Take care of yourself. Take care of the person next to you.

In addition, Yumi, the so-called "insider," was an introvert when she was young?

It was not easy to believe, but it seemed true to see Yumi nod her head silently.

"I had a hard time back then. I used to live in the countryside with my parents, but I transferred here, so I didn't have any friends. My father was just starting the factory, so my house was always empty."

"There's something that keeps her eye on the class, right? I wasn't bullied or anything. He's quiet. It's just that I'm always quiet."Yumi, who was out of class alone.

Young Ye-young did not approach her first, although such a yumi was noticed.

One summer day when time went by.

"At that time, I went to school on Saturday. I was on my way home from class around lunch, and it was raining from the sky."

The day young Yumi had a really bad day.

The story of Yumi and Yeyoung began.