As expected, I had a big hand.

Meat and kimchi piled up so high that they could climb onto the bowl.

I asked, doubting my eyes for a moment.

"Excuse me, sir. It's for one person, right?"

"Yes, yes. Just one serving. I've been giving plenty to people who eat at restaurants these days. Oh, let me know if you need rice or steamed rice. I'll give you more."

"Still... ..remaining?"

"Let's do it because we're left! As many as you come, I want to give you more.”

It might be a bit rude, but Haru answered kindly with a bright smile.

Even though I've been busy working all along the way.

I was already quite touched, but I haven't tasted the most important food yet.

Hwa-sa nodded small when she made eye contact with her boyfriend.

Then he carefully picked up his chopsticks and began to welcome the back ribs.

"Wow."

"The quality itself is different from the braised short ribs delivered. Don't you think so?"

"I know. As you said, it's supposed to be crumbly and crumbly. It's chewy on the outside."

Two people were good at delivery food, but the quality was so good that I was sorry to compare them.

I lifted a piece of meat and tasted it.

Slurp!

"Wow?"

The meat made a sound that could not fly.

It was boiled and steamed for how long, and as soon as the teeth were put, the meat was removed from the bones.

I'm sure everyone knows. The meat on the bones is more savory and chewy.

Even the spicy and sour kimchi sauce was well soaked in it.

"Bob, Bob!"

It was like a complete rice thief.

My boyfriend next to me is a big bite of meat, a bite of rice, a bite of kimchi...…. I was filming an eating show without saying a word.

Hwa Sa also picked up a spoon and chopsticks.

"Of course it is.”

Scoop thick kimchi stew with a spoon and pour it into white rice several times.

Mix it well and take a big spoonful.

On top of that, I added a well-cooked kimchi and a piece of meat that was easily removed.

Now I don't need face or face. Koreans could be more faithful to their instincts than anyone else in front of kimchi jjim!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Let's do that.

"Growl!"

Heaven has come where I can't say anything...…. Oh, it was so delicious.

There's a reason why the kids came and told you to eat. I even felt bad for doubting my friend.

As soon as I was so absorbed in eating show. The voices of female students were heard at the next table.

"CEO Haru. Please add our cheese sari!"

"Cheese sari? Okay, wait a minute!"

"……cheese sari!"

Probably the most fantastic four letters in the world.

Hwasa and her boyfriend faced each other at the same time as if they had promised.

He nodded and raised his hand most politely in the world.

"Sir, we're going to."

"Please add us both a cheese sari."

"Would you like me to be your guest?"

"But there's no reason for that on the menu."

"Oh, what should I say. A regular menu? It's something like that. Noodles or ramen. Cheese and kimchi. I'm only paying 12,000 won for these ingredients. Then could you wait a little longer?""Yes, yes, of course!"

I can't believe we can add more sari!

I felt like one more reason to come to the restaurant and eat rice, not delivery.

By the way, to be honest, I couldn't imagine it well.

I added it along with the older customers, but I can't believe it's kimchi stew and cheese. Will it look good on you?

Perhaps he did something strange because he was swept away by the atmosphere.

Such anxiety suddenly came rushing in.

But the feeling lasted less than five minutes.

Hwasa almost lost her mind at the fascinating sight in front of her.

"Naaaa, we have extra cheese."

"Wow……"

I said sarira, but what came out was more like a waterfall.

The white-melted mozzarella cheese sank between kimchi and back ribs, and it seemed like a completely new dish came out.

"It's just melted, so it's going to stretch. Pick it up with chopsticks and stretch it out, then roll it around and eat it.”

"Roll?"

"Yes, roll."

President Haru kindly explains how to eat.

Hwasa, nodding her head blankly, picks up her chopsticks and picks up the cheese.

Stretch!

Indeed, it has stretched well.

"Then I told you not to roll it on your back ribs.”

The moment the chewy cheese clothes fell down on the moist back ribs filled with kimchi seasoning.

It was a perfect fusion of Korean food and a perfect style, but the result was a perfect fusion Korean food itself.

Let's put the reborn back ribs in our mouths with a slightly shaky hand.

"……Wow."

It's an exclamation to come out right away, the only thing that goes in was the ribs with cheese.

"Oppa, let's just come often from now on.

"Yes. Three thousand kings. Whatever. Honestly, if it tastes like this, it's worth losing face. We were frogs in a well. It's really much more delicious."

Like when did you fight? The relationship between the two couples melted like cheese.

It was the moment when two true people, who terrorized the Seoul-centered commercial district, became regulars of the faithful table heaven than anyone else.

Of course, I never dreamed it was happening.

No matter what, today. The table heaven went well.

* * *

Around one afternoon when such a busy and peaceful day continued.

Choi Han-seok, who was looking at a corner of the restaurant with his arms folded with an expression of uncomfortableness, approached Haru and whispered in his ear.

Well, it's a day. I've been looking at it carefully for a while ago. Isn't that a little strange, sir?

"……all of a sudden?"

What Choi Hanseok points to is a customer who came in just in time for 3 o'clock.

He was such a big old gentleman that he looked so cool and old.

He was not called a gentleman for nothing, but he was wearing a really neat black suit and a hat.

There's a market next door.

I thought you were going to a good place today because it's a time when middle-aged and old-aged customers visit often.

Suddenly, Choi Han-seok shook his arm saying he felt something strange.

No, not out of the blue! Take a closer look. My decades of persimmons are telling me the truth. Something's really out of the ordinary. Don't you feel like you're coming?

"Hmm. I really don't know about Ora. What are you coming for?”

How should I say it? A big, big, suspicious or something?"What's that? Anyway, I think you're just a nice gentleman. You can't do that to a good diner."

Well, I can't help it if you do that.

Choi Han-seok takes a step back, saying, "I knew that your day wasn't a big deal."

At first, I wondered what was wrong with him. It bothered me a little because Choi Han-seok, not anyone else, said so much.

Of course, I was really, really sorry for the guests who couldn't even imagine what they were told by the ghost.

"I'm sure you're still looking around the restaurant."

Maybe it's because of Choi Hanseok.

Come to think of it, this person seemed a little more interested in a day's table heaven than other guests.

Keep looking around the restaurant, and glance at the kitchen.

Then, he glances outside where the motorcycles are parked.

Then, Haru and Yumi will see each other cooking.

"Hey, I can't do this. You're a guest."

The day when I was thinking hard, I shook my head soon.

Instead, I did ask you a question.

Today's official menu in heaven is simple pork cutlet.

Of course, Haru and Yumi made pork sirloin with a hammer from dawn.

I was thinking about whether to do it in Japanese style or Gyeongyang style, but I spread it out completely and made it Gyeongyang style, and the customers' responses were better than I thought.

"Do you like today's meal, sir?"

"Oh, yeah, it's a lot better than I thought. Since I was young, I liked this pork cutlet, so I bought it often. I asked my cook to make it. I think it's more delicious than that."

A customer who answers politely.

But listening to it, something didn't sound right. Was Choi Han-seok's hunch really right?

"Is there a chef at home?"

"Well...." It's not easy for me and my wife to cook because we're getting older. There's one person who helps me sometimes. My husband and I like to make small meals at home."

"Oh, I see. But you're still amazing! I don't usually eat when I get off work.”

"Huh, thank you."

A middle-aged gentleman bowing his head.

As the startled day bowed down, Yumi, who was next to him, followed along.

If you're greeted by an adult in a Confucian country, you should say hello like this.

The greeting was meaningless with that thought, but I don't know why, but the gentleman's face seemed to have brightened up considerably.

"You must be delivering pretty well these days. I think we're still getting orders."

"That's right. Thankfully, the guests keep coming. There are a lot of orders from the market and the university in front of us."

"No wonder there are so many orders because you serve such delicious food. Because cooking doesn't lie."

"Oh, that's right! I'm grateful for everything you say."

"What, and if...How are the deliverymen?"

"If you're a delivery man, you're a rider. There are two riders, who's better at work! They're working so hard that I'm sorry to say that. Sometimes I'm thankful for everything. I think it's all thanks to the riders that the delivery is so good.”

Who works better, black cow or yellow cow...…. It was a question that reminded me of this phrase, but one day I answered it with all my heart.A middle-aged gentleman nodded. It was, like, an indescribable expression.

So when you emptied a plate of soup and ate a third of the pork cutlet.

Chiririrring! The door to heaven opened politely, and a giant figure in a large helmet appeared.

"Mr. Haru! It's piled up again, isn't it?"

"Oh, Mr. Bonam. It's meal time in a little while, so I' I'll ask Ye-young a little later for the market, and can you deliver these only to the university? Then I think the delivery before lunch will be over today."

"Oh, this is good enough. Then I'll be right back.….Huh?"

Bonam, who was about to leave the restaurant after taking over a plastic bag full of lunch boxes from Haru, stood tall and stopped.

As if all the time around has stopped.

After a few seconds, which seemed like a billion years, he took off his helmet with a trembling hand and murmured quietly as he looked at the middle-aged gentleman.

"……father?"

"……What?!"

Look, what did I say? I told you it wasn't unusual!