It was quite out of the blue, but at the same time, it was a situation where I thought, "Well, this could happen in my life."

Of course, I never dreamed it would happen right now, and in the table heaven.

"……father?"

"You've gained a lot of weight. You seem to be eating well."

Bonam, who took off his helmet, stood blankly looking at the middle-aged man in his suit.

"Wasn't I right?" said Haru, who put aside Choi Han-seok, who was angry for a while, because he was speechless.

"Father?!”

No, well, yeah, it could be.

The part-timer's father can come to the restaurant, and even if there's no other reason, it's not a problem to just visit as a guest.

However, the biggest reason why Jeong-dong was embarrassed was the strange atmosphere between the two father and son.

It was never harmonious.

No, rather than harmonious, there was a strong feeling that Bonam was intentionally avoiding his father's eyes.

He was always smiling and reliable, but he looked uncomfortable for the first time since he entered the table heaven.

If the table heaven is home, one day is the father of the restaurant.

Therefore, I was worried about what happened.

"The introduction is late. I'm Bonam's father, Yoo Seong-bok."

"Oh, I'm rather late. If I had known you were my father, I should have said hello first. I'm Haru, the owner of this restaurant."

Revealing that he was Bonam's father, he greeted Haru with a small bow.

Let's bow down accordingly.

Yumi, who was handling orders that had already been placed on behalf of Haru, glanced at how the situation was going.

"I'm sorry about the time you're in business. Still... I wanted to see my son working."

"Yes, I'm fine. Feel free to talk. We're past our busiest time. I'll be fine if it's before lunch time is over."

Today was a weekday when there were not many deliveries, and it was break time soon anyway.

Yeyoung, please work a little harder.

"Thank you for your consideration. Mr. Haru. Of course."

Bonam's father, who bowed politely, looked at his son.

Then he spoke in a stern voice to Bonam, who had been cringing uncharacteristically, looking at Haru and his countenance.

"How many years has it been?”

"……It's been a little less than three years since I left the house in earnest except for the army."

"That's enough. Three years is more than enough. Come back home. "My mother is very worried."

"Are you here to say that, too?”

"I have a lot of other things to say, but you know that. "Now I'm out there running around."

But the conversation between the two was quite unusual.

What do you mean come back home? What do you mean three years is enough?

Oh, what the hell is going on?

It was a day when I promised to turn off my nerves because it was the work of Bonam's family, but the conversation was too exciting to do so.

What happened to Bona's father, Yoo Seong-bok, who came this far and told his son to come back?

Sure enough, Yumi's hands, who was washing the dishes, were strangely slow, perhaps thinking the same thing as Haru's.

Haru's eyes met and the two nodded in unison.

I don't know anything else, but I meant let's listen first.

For your information, Choi Han-seok was eavesdropping on the conversation by flying to the side of Bonam, fearing that he was a ghost.No, it's hard to say that I'm already eavesdropping at this point.

'Hmm?'

However, Choi Han-seok's eyes, who was closely observing Bonam and meteor suits, narrowed for a while.

Although Yoo Seong-bok had been saying he was suspicious, did he find something else?

He rushed to Haru and opened his mouth carefully.

Hey, Haru. Did you really feel anything? About Yoo Seong-bok.

"Mr. President? No, I..."

Then look at that hand. Then you'll see it.

"If you say hand."

What on earth is in the hand of a meteor suit?

Haru looked at his hand carefully.

"Aha."

In an instant, Choi Han-seok caught what he was trying to say.

"Well, you're a restaurant worker. That's also something that uses a lot of oil. If it's a restaurant that uses a lot of oil in Korea, chicken restaurants are the most likely.”

Wow, that's our day. I can understand ten words in a word. Right? You can see it, right?

Haru didn't make this guess because he had some superpower or insight like a forensic team.

One evidence, the hand of a meteor suit.

There were a lot of burn marks on his hands.

It was not directly burned somewhere, but burned and piled up by splashing oil.

It was a day when I had made so many foods since I was young, and I had so many injuries that I could guess with confidence.

The only restaurant I could think of was a chicken restaurant that fried oil enough to leave a scar like that.

In addition, the wound continued to occur, but at some point it suddenly stopped.

It meant he quit his job at some point.

"No... How do you know that? Mr. Haru, you're not even a detective in a movie."

"It's not that I want to know, it's just what I see. I've been through a lot of similar things."

Of course, from a day's point of view, there were more cuts and stabs than fried burns, but let's move on.

Increasingly, I became seriously curious about the true identity of the meteor suit.

I think he used to run a chicken restaurant, but now he's starting to feel something unusual like Choi Han-seok.

Around the time when such question marks are steadily passing by.

Cheer up!

"I'm back! Oh, now it's the brake after one or two more deliveries, right? I'm starving...… hmm? What's going on?"

Ye-young, who returned to the restaurant energetically after the delivery, sensed an unusual atmosphere and looked at the day.

I meant to ask you to explain what happened, but I just shrug because I don't know much about it.

However, Ye-young's reaction to Bonam and his father was a little strange.

Like, I've known him for a long time.

Half serious and half interested, he rushed to Haru and asked carefully.

"CEO Haru, what's going on?"

"I know. Let me explain...….”

"No, not like that. Why is the CEO of YMCA Chicken doing that with Bonam? You two know each other?"

"……What? What kind of chicken?”

"YMCA chicken! It's not that famous. Oh, you never know?”

Know

No matter how poorly a day eats delivery, I know the name YMCA Chicken itself.

And it's the same with Yumi and Choi Han-seok.

"What? Was Yoo Seong-bok the CEO of YMCA Chicken?"”

You said you had a feeling. I told you. My persimmon isn't dead yet. Wow, there's an amazing person here.Two people surprised by the intensity they couldn't even compare to before.

However, Ye-young, who actually dropped the bomb, only stomped her feet, saying she was still frustrated that she had not figured out the situation.

"No, but how do you know that?"

"I used to work at a YMCA chicken restaurant. Why? You know when the new menu came out and it was really popular. Anyway, the company I worked for was selected as an excellent company. The CEO came and had an event. I met him once. But I heard you're the owner of a chicken franchise. It's memorable, right?"

"Aha...…."

Gulp.

I know it's nothing, but somehow I had a dry mouth.

If he's the owner of a chicken restaurant, Bonam naturally means his son.

A person who can also be called the second generation of a similar conglomerate plays a delivery rider at Haru's restaurant?

"I don't know, Bonam's family affairs seem to be very complicated."

What am I gonna do about this?

But a day didn't take long to think about.

Sooner or later, almost break time.

Yoo Seong-bok, president of the company who walked to Haru, left Bonam with a look of death, bowed his head and said this.

"Mr. Haru, I know it's really sudden for you to say this. But as the head of a family and as the owner of a restaurant, please. Won't you return my son?"

"……Yes?"

"Literally. Please fire Bonam. I'd like to take him home.”

"Oh, Father!"

"You stay put! This is adult business!"

Two people yelling.

'Huh……'

Haru, who was laughing as if he was dumbfounded, sighed a small sigh and shouted.

I don't think so. The situation is too overheated.

There is only one way in this case.

"Then let's take a break. It's break time in a little by little. I'll make you something sweet so you can cool off."

Eating snacks for a while and moving on.

Haru turned his head and rolled up the sleeves of his cooking suit.

* * *

Although it's a little external, the most important medium in the story of the two friends, Yumi and Yeyoung, is ice cream.

It's the same with the two met. The fact that they gained strength from each other.

Maybe that's why Yumi and Yeyoung still really liked ice cream...….

Therefore, the frozen room in the table heaven was almost always full of ice cream.

"This is the best thing to do without likes and dislikes."

I took out a bucket of vanilla ice cream, which is more delicious with two people.

There's nothing like ice cream to cool off your hot hair.

I didn't have much time, so I decided to make it simple.

"There's a bag of strawberries I bought for winter."

This is enough ingredients.

While trimming strawberries, I changed my mind as I tried to cut them into pieces.

Haru, who took out a sharp Chinese food, began to scoop strawberries very thinly.

A small strawberry was cut into thin slices, about 15 pieces, reflecting the other side.

A scoop of vanilla ice cream was scooped into a small dessert bowl and sliced strawberry sashimi was wrapped in a circle like a pretty flower.

And what if you put strawberry syrup around it? It's done in an instant.

The taste itself is a taste anyone can imagine, but the texture is really unique thanks to the sliced strawberries.Moreover, thanks to the ice cream, the strawberries were slightly frozen and tasted crunchy, so there was no need to say anything now.

"Come on, let's talk while you eat this.”

And crucially, one day was a person who was cooler than anyone else while cooking.

That's why I was able to organize all my thoughts in that short time.

How you should answer the question of a meteor suit.

Yoo Yoo-nam was looking at the day with shaking eyes.