One day, to be honest, I was confident.

There were no ghosts who knew Han but couldn't make him angry, and he was gaining confidence in his cooking skills.

Tonkatsu is not a difficult dish, and it is clear that Yongsam's cheese tonkatsu is the best.

So it shouldn't be too hard to make him holy.

It was a matter of course, of course.

Although it was a flow of thoughts that began with persimmon in the first place and ended with persimmon, everyone knew that much of the world went back to persimmon.

And even more so if it's a day's work dealing with dozens of Imagine.

Even this time, Yumi convinced her that the only answer is cheese pork cutlet.

Except for Choi Han-seok, Yumi's words, which she thinks is the most reliable colleague in this table, made Haru's shoulders more comfortable.

It's a bowl of cheese pork cutlet with all those thoughts in it.

"So, what do you remember again?"

- Uh... - I know. Well.

The response was not good.

I got the hang of course.

That's not good.

At the same time, my spine was chilled.

* * *

Is it supposed to be like this? When I eat food, I feel like I'm in a movie and my memories come back. Well, I didn't mean for that to happen.

"That's... They said it's right. All the ghosts who have been holy."

It is said that when one dies, one compresses all one's life.

As if several panoramic pictures were falling.

It's called a taillight.

All the ghosts who realized their resentment after eating a day's food said so.

I was like, "Oh, this is what a flashlight looks like."

That's why there was such a strong response.

The most precious memory in life.

And seeing and remembering all the memories that I didn't want to recall the most.

Emotions are flooding in like a flood, so I can't control it."

But what about Yongsam now? It just seems calm. It was never the reaction of a man who remembered resentment.

There's only one conclusion.

"I think I failed."

"Ha, but. No way. It was definitely cheese pork cutlet. Can't there be any other answer than that? 1,500 won more expensive pork cutlet."

"That's what I thought. There must have been something else. What should I do...….”

It was a day of pretending to be fine, but my insides were burning.

I was annoyed with myself, and at the same time, I felt so sorry that I couldn't tell Yong-sam.

I was so sure of it. You must have expected a lot.

After all, the only thing a day has given back to a guest is a bowl of ordinary food.

Can this be a reward for the expectation?

No way.

My heart was burning with heat. As a cook, I felt sorry and ashamed.

Hey, do you have any other ideas?

President Haru rarely failed.Hmm, this is a bit embarrassing for me, too.

I'm sorry, but nothing changes. The memory remains the same, how he died.

What's wrong with you? Maybe the food you're grieving about isn't pork cutlet or something?

No way. Haru made a mistake.

It wasn't just Haru or Yumi who was embarrassed.

A thin line of voice intervened among the ghosts who rushed in and whispered.

Choi Han-seok, who has been sitting still for a while.

He was clattering the tableware in the kitchen, and one day he came out.After shaking off his apron, he looked at the day with a touch of his hand.

One day, I was shaking my head a little bit as if I was a sinner, and I caught eye with Choi Han-seok.

"It's my... mistake, it's my fault."

But it's just one day. Let me get this straight. What do you think is the reason?

"I think I was thinking too simply. Of course it's cheese pork cutlet. That's what I thought."

-Hmm, yeah, that's right. Let me tell you first. You almost got everything right, but you made a mistake at the end.

Choi Han-seok, who said so, walked with a confident expression and lifted the cheese pork cutlet plate that Yong-sam was eating.

Then he took a piece out and stuck it out to Haru.

Smell it. Try it.

"Yes, chef."

Crispy!

It was still crispy and delicious over time. but

What did Yongsam say? I told you it smelled savory. But this isn't it. It's not savory, it's greasy.

"……Yes, chef."

- I believe you've noticed by now. Do it again. I don't have much time. I'll let you go.

Haru, who nodded instead of answering, looked at the clock.

40 minutes before the door closes.

It was tight, but it was worth it.

"Yumi, let's make it again. I'll get the ingredients back, so please prepare the meat right away."

"Yes, yes, yes, sir!"

Two people moving fast.

Soon after, a piece of meat and a large block of cheese were placed again on the cutting board as before.

First of all, cheese pork cutlet is right.

I didn't miss the big picture.

Choi Han-seok used to say that.

The cheese pork cutlet he made is not savory, it's greasy.

Being cheesy is certainly not a bad thing.

Foods like cream pasta and soup are focused on greasy food rather than savory food.

Greasy is one of the obvious flavors.

But what we need now is savory, not greasy. In addition, the main ingredient, cheese, must be taken continuously.

Then, how can you change the greasy taste of cheese to savory.

The secret was closer than I thought.

"Sesame leaves!"

"I'm going to use this. Naturally, it's not tonkatsu but roll gas. It's roll gas.”

What Yumi brought is sesame leaf.

Cut a large block of cheese vertically and wrap some perilla leaves around the cheese.

Sprinkle a little too much pepper and roll the pork cutlet as if it were wrapped in kimbap.

Rolled up, of course it's called roll gas, which is usually sold at pork cutlet restaurants.

It's not usually sold in places like Gimbap heaven.

What if the restaurant in front of the industrial complex is handmade with pork cutlet?

Besides, there's no university around there. Young students pass by quite often.

There's nothing strange about selling it.’

It doesn't make much difference after rolling it well.

Just like before, wheat, Gye, bread, and fry.

Put a knife on the crispy golden pork cutlet and let's cut it all at once! The sound sounded clear and the cheese melted down inside.

But the smell was quite different from before.

Indeed, Choi Han-seok said, it was not greasy and suing.

Rather than smelling perilla leaves, he's trying to control the greasy smell of cheese with his own scent.

That's just what the day wanted.

"Well, would you like to try it?”

Oh, I see. Thank you again!

Gulp!

Yongsam swallowed much bigger mouthwater than before.

He carefully picked up a piece of roll gas cut into bite-sized pieces.Dip it in the sauce and take it to your mouth.

-Oh!

Certainly, a different reaction than before has popped up.

At first, I opened my eyes wide as if it was delicious.

-……Huh?

The expression slowly began to harden, as other ghosts did.

Yong-sam closed his eyes.

What is he looking at and what is he thinking now.

One day I didn't know exactly, but this one thing was for sure.

Whing--!

A cool breeze blew from somewhere.

The always warm and cozy table that made everyone's spine cool in heaven, opened the door and looked at the day with one leg.

Hoot, exhaling, Haru made eye contact with her and grinned.

"I've been waiting for you, Grim Reaper."

"Hi, thank you for your trouble."

The brave man was holy.

* * *

According to him, Yongsam joined a small business as soon as he graduated from a three-year university.

The position is a researcher at the bottom.

As any small and medium-sized enterprise in the corporation would do, Yong-sam was not only the youngest but also the youngest, but he had to roll around working in a way that was not enough to say it was really hard.

There is no big reason why Yong-sam worked so hard.

It's not like there's a big shortage of money at home or a sick family.

He had a student loan to pay off. There was no vision in the future. There were no specifications or educational background in reality.

It was because he was a young man who had no choice but to work hard at what was given to him in order to live a normal life day by day by day.

Besides, it's not like he's been through anything big.

Cause of death is accident.

The factory where Yongsam used to work had a large press machine, originally for stamping materials and flattening them.

However, after staying up all night for 3 days to meet the production volume, I naturally fell asleep. Maybe because the machine stayed up all night and malfunctioned...…. Boom!

"Death, accident! It's an accident!"

"There's been an accident! Turn off the machine and call an ambulance!!"

"Is he all right? It's not moving."

"It's on the press machine. It's probably....”

The last thing I remember was other workers shouting when the accident happened.

Yong-sam said so.

A life that worked for no particular reason, and then died in an accident.

Nothing special. Nothing special.

A soul that could have wandered around the world, feeling sorry for the cheese roll gas that he couldn't eat because of 1,500 won.

It's a man named Yongsam, the grim reaper said.

"Wow, I'm glad you let me. In the first place, it wasn't a deep-rooted or single-minded marriage...…. It ended easier than I thought.”

"Well done, Grim Reaper. Thank you again today."

"Well, I should thank you. By the way, I wasn't dissatisfied at first with the increase in work. Looking at the world and the underworld now...…. I'm glad you're here."

The grim reaper, who returned from the holy fire of the dragon, asked him to make something, saying he was hungry, so he fried some pork cutlet for one day.

Of course, with red pepper paste base with capsaicin and cheongyang red pepper to her liking of spicy food.

Watching the Grim Reaper eating deliciously while heber-hubbing a can of beer made me feel good, but at the same time, I was so sad that I wondered what to say.

"All the ghosts...…, you don't have a big story to tell me."

"That's right. There's a saying that a meal that you haven't eaten is regrettable."How many young people are like Yongsam?

Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps.

So, you're done talking?

Choi Han-seok, who was looking around for a while, threatened.

The grim reaper nodded and he called the day.

Let's have a little talk.