Mothers who send their children out during the rainy season usually hold umbrellas.

Good children who were so obedient to their mothers opened their umbrellas, and children who looked like they were caught in the rain stuck next to such friends.

Doson, or muttered, headed home with an umbrella.

But Yumi couldn't do that.

I didn't have any friends to hold an umbrella with. In the first place, her house was quite a distance away.

The distance that elementary school students walk for about 30 minutes. There was even no bus or subway.

And money to buy an umbrella.

"Well, did you just leave? In the rain?"

"I couldn't help it. I couldn't just wait for it to rain. Oh, I should've just brought the umbrella my mom gave me this morning. I was trudging along thinking so.”

It's like that in summer.

No matter how hot it was, the temperature suddenly drops as soon as the rain starts to pour cool.

It's obvious how cold it will be if you think you're in the rain.

I'm sure I'll catch a cold, and if I'm unlucky, I could have been bedridden for days with a flu.

But Yumi didn't catch a cold. To be exact, it was "blat would be caught.

"I still remember. I was walking dazed in the rain. It stopped raining all of a sudden, right? I'm sure raindrops were still splashing elsewhere.”

"Hey, why are you saying that? I just put an umbrella on you."

"At the time, it wasn't just an umbrella for me. I can't say anything, but I'm very grateful."

The rain suddenly stopped.

Other places were the same, just above Yumi.

It was thanks to someone who put an umbrella on me.

You're Yumi, right? Our class.

That's right.

Why are you alone in the rain? To catch a cold.

I don't have an umbrella.

I'll put it on you. Let's go together.

Forget it. You're not over here.

Huh? No, it's not. My house is this way, too. You always go alone.

-You too... -This way? I didn't know.

I don't know because I always walk looking down. You idiot

I'm not a twit.

Then tell me. What's my name?

-That's...

You're a twit! I'm Lee Yeyoung. Call me Yeyoung.

-Yes, Ye-young.

Yes, Yumi. Oh, do you want to stop by the convenience store? I want to eat ice cream.

I don't have any money.

I'll buy it for you! I got allowance because it's my birthday today!

Nothing, just pure goodwill of a child.

But for Yumi, it became a precious touch and memory that she still cannot forget.

The two friends soon ran to a convenience store nearby.

Ye-young bought an ice cream, and Yumi, who was next to her, insisted that she wanted to eat it, too.

I thought it would be cold, so I was going to buy him a cup of cocoa, but he couldn't help it because he wanted to eat it.

"It's still funny when I think about it. She's a wet cat in the rain, and she wants ice cream."

"At the time, I just wanted to. That's what elementary school kids do. Why? If I drink cocoa alone, I feel like I'm losing. Anyway, thank you so much. He was your first friend to talk to. "Yeyoung is very mature."

Yumi chose chocolate ice cream like other elementary school students.

It was an ice cream called turtle something, wrapped in chocolate with white soft ice cream.But Ye-young strangely chose a fish-shaped bun ice cream with red beans.

Originally, it was eaten a lot by elderly grandmothers and grandfathers.

"I just love red beans. It's sweet, isn't it's sweet.”

"Kids that age like sweet chocolate."

"I have a rather unusual taste.”

"What do you think? Anyway, there was no child. At that time, you."

Yumi shakes her head with her arms crossed.

Ye-young's eyes suddenly became a little heavy.

"Well, you had to do that back then, didn't you? I had to live like an adult. That's how I survived."

Did he realize that he made a short slip of the tongue?

Yumi was surprised and carefully looked at Ye-young.

Ye-young looked no different than before, but it was clear that the atmosphere had become a little heavy.

For Ye-young, there seemed to be a past that she didn't tell Haru.

Whether Yumi was trying to change the atmosphere, she purposely stretched out and shouted.

"Oh, I want to eat ice cream."

"Oh, me too!"

Did the words work? Ye-young's tension quickly returned to normal.

Ye-young got up saying she would go buy ice cream.

Ye-young and Yumi, of course, ordered the ice cream from their memories, and one day they ordered melon ice cream.

There was a supermarket near the restaurant, so Ye-young returned in less than five minutes.

She bought ice cream with her hands full, asking for customers in the restaurant one by one.

Oddly enough, the face was a dead face.

"Here you go, Megna."

"Thank you. You don't have to buy this much."

"This is a bribe to keep an eye on Yumi! By the way, Yumi. What should I do?”

"Why don't we sell ice cream?"

"It's not like they're not selling……. They say it's discontinued. Five years ago."

"What, discontinued?"

Well, it was weird to think about it and still alive.

It was sold 10 years ago.

Unless it is a steady seller that the whole nation likes, such as Haru's choice of mex, the original ice cream will be discontinued and newly made every three to four years.

"I bought something similar. I don't think it tastes like that way."

"Oh, that's too bad. I really wanted to eat that ice cream back then.

Of course, there was always chocolate and red bean ice cream.

I bought ice cream with the most similar names, but it didn't taste the same.

Yumi mumbled, sucking chocolate-flavored ice cream.

"Old ice cream is sweeter. There was more chocolate than this.”

"It's the same for mine. The amount of red beans was twice as much as it is now. I feel like ice cream prices have increased and its contents have become insolvent."

They're so sad.

But there was no time machine, and there was no way to taste the ice cream that had already been discontinued.

It was a heaven for a day's meal where guests can cook whatever they want, but this kind of food was impossible.

If it's too bad, it's too bad, but what can we do?

"Well, it can't be helped. Anyway, I ate well. Yumi."

"Well, I'm glad to see you after a long time. Come here often. I'll make you something delicious.”

"I was going to do that's what I was going to do. There's a delivery around here every week, didn't we?

"Then what?"

"I'll be back once a week. Not just to see you, but the food here is cheap, big, and delicious. He's coming to eat. I am."

"Kkk, bouncing. Okay, Ye-young, be careful with your motorcycle.""Make sure you cook well, too.

Yeyoung went back after saying hello to Haru.

The fact that I bought a lot of ice cream earlier was not only because I thought someone was Yumi's friend, but one of the manners was considerable.

Why, there is no one who seems to think that this person will do a great job in social life.

Ye-young had that impression.

"You have a good friend. Mr. Yumi."

"I'm glad it looked good on you, too. I was worried because Ye-young was so easy-going."

"What? Tell him later that I enjoyed the ice cream. Oh, and."

"And?"

"Even though I enjoyed listening to your childhood stories. I see. Yumi, you were a total introvert when you were young."

"Don't make fun of me!"

Yumi, who makes seaweed while doing this.

However, he soon burst into laughter, saying, "Maybe it was funny for him, too.

Roar-!

Soon after, the sound of the motorcycle starting outside the window was loud and a black lump of iron passed by.

Yumi, who waved out of the window, murmured while preparing to cook again.

"By the way, it's too bad. That ice cream. I wanted to eat it again.”

* * *

As everyone knows, there is a menu application box at the entrance to the table heaven where customers write down the menu they want to eat.

Anyway, the theme of the table was to cook different dishes every day, so I made it because I wanted to meet the customers' tastes.

One day, I thought of it before I left work, so I opened the application box and found some notes.

We haven't decided on the menu for the next day. I thought it'd be nice to pick one and open it.

[Japchae!]

"Wow……"

"Huh? What is it, boss?"

"Someone must have wanted japchae. That's also very desperate."

Even Choi Han-seok in the back nodded, saying he acknowledged it.

Hey, Haru. I'll just do this for you. You'll be cursed if you just ignore this?

Two letters large enough to fill the paper were written in great handwriting.

Usually, people write 'gukbap!' or 'I want to eat dakgalbi!'

He even wrote down an exclamation point, not just the name of the food.

I did this, but I couldn't let it pass.

That's the menu.

Haru, who woke up early in the morning, shopped, and went to work at the restaurant, prepared a dish with an apron on.

In fact, japchae is not a very difficult dish.

Nevertheless, the reason why people don't make it well at home or in restaurants is simple.

"Japchae tastes good, people don't hate it. It's all good, but my hands are too simple.”

"Oh, I've been cutting vegetables for a while, and my shoulders are already sore…….”

It went a little too far even if I went by hand.

First of all, many people didn't know, but I thought onions decide more than half of the taste of japchae in one day.

Sweetly stir-fried onions cut into similar thickness as noodles.

If you add soy sauce and mix it thoroughly, it will add weight to control the taste.

So Haru and Yumi have been frantically grooming vegetables since dawn.

Peel, slice, and slice the mountain-like onion. Peel, slice, and chop carrots.

Peel, slice, and slice the green onion. Trim the mushrooms, chop them. Trim, slice and chop the spinach.

Even after that, you have to stir-fry vegetables and meat one by one.The vegetables in japchae had a wide variety of cooking times, so it was very important to stir-fry them separately for a perfect texture to be perfect.

So

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The cooks were hell to die for.

No matter how delicious the food is.But it takes a lot of work.

I couldn't help but wonder who the hell asked for this.