"Whew. Chef Choi Han-seok is not coming back."

There's only a few minutes left before the door.

Haru alternately looked at the clock and the door of the restaurant and swallowed a dry saliva.

Of course, Choi Han-seok went out with confidence, so he did not worry too much.

He was as smart as his years of experience, and he always kept what he said.

'Sometimes, of course, it falls into quite a strange part.’

In the past, fragments of the past, such as bringing the grim reaper to the place where Park Joo-hyuk and Koo Jeon-hwa's family are, passed through my head, but one day I did my best to forget.

Yes, Choi Hanseok will do well.

Isn't he even Choi Han-seok's student? How can a disciple defy a teacher? I just believe, and I believe.

Of course, that wasn't the only worry.

If the door opens, ghosts will have human bodies. I wonder if it's allowed to go on air."

Simply put, I've never photographed ghosts one day.

Of course, if you take it before the door opens, there will be nothing. What if the door opens?

"I checked it out to edit it later, and there's nothing on it, right? Ugh, it's terrible just to imagine how big a mess it's going to be.'

It was not a joke, but I felt chills just by imagining it sincerely.

Then, Haru and Table Heaven will become famous all over the world.

With things other than food.

"I think it'll be okay because the Grim Reaper isn't here."

Well, if there was a real problem, the Grim Reaper would've come.

The underworld and the grim reaper are watching the day like that. They weren't the ones who couldn't catch a thing like this.

But that wasn't the only problem.

These people are all dead. If my family or friends who are still alive watch the show...….’

Maybe because I was a little nervous, I had all sorts of thoughts.

However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the right answer.

It really is, isn't it? How did I end up watching a documentary, and I'm sure it's the same person as my family who died a few months ago?

Of course, each person can accept differently.

You can just pass it on because it's a feeling, or you can think it's a pleasant coincidence.

Or there may be people sobbing because sad memories come back to mind.

One day you don't know what's gonna happen. However, it must be quite an unexpected situation in itself.

Each thought differently in the desolate air. The clock silently did its job.

Of course, Choi Han-seok, who left the store by trying to let go of reality while thinking about such things, did not return.

Instead.

Cheering~!

A visitor came.

"Oh, you have a visitor. Boss."

"Oh, right. Welcome! It's a table heaven!"

Yumi seemed to be embarrassed for a while, but changed her face color in an instant. It was the same for a day.

There are only two guests. Of course it wasn't a person, it was a ghost. It was also a guest Haru knew.

President Haru, long time no see?

"You're going to sit down every day, aren't you, sir?"

-Well, well, of course. Let's eat what we used to eat every day. How angry my wife was that she wanted to eat Haru's cooking. Hahaha.

"Wait a little longer."

A guest who sat down and finished ordering as naturally as his own house.

It was a couple who were looking to their late 70s.He was a man who had been to heaven for months, and was very close to Haru because of his good personality.

Grandmother and grandfather both liked ramen so much.

Even if you make a lot of delicious things for a day, you always ordered ramen for dessert.

In my grandfather's words, even if there are all kinds of delicacies, I have to give you a bite of ramen?

"Oh...…… The atmosphere of the restaurant has completely changed at night, hasn't it?”

"It's definitely the same restaurant. It's definitely more like a bar than a restaurant. Maybe that's why it's a little chilly."

The staff, who were almost half asleep, came to their senses in an instant because they wondered if a customer was really coming.

Bacon is amazing, too, and he himself holds a microphone and captures the sound of Haru cooking.

No matter how much the body was human, the ghost was a ghost, so people felt chilly through the sound.

Fortunately, there are not many ghosts, so it just ended up like, "Where is the cold wind coming from?"

"Chef Haru, do you take food orders for dinner?”

"It's a little iffy to say he came. If there is a dish that customers want to eat, we tend to make it as much as possible. Well, it's possible because it's quiet at night."

"Interresting…….”

Bacon's eyes continued to twinkle.

Then, his nose moved busily because he couldn't resist the smell of ramen that spread quietly.

And so did the staff. Come to think of it, these people haven't tasted ramen.

I think I'll have to cook ramen for you after the shoot.

Thinking so, I put the finished ramen on a plate.

"Here, the ramen you ordered. I sprinkled red pepper powder on the green onion song as you used to eat."

This is it! It doesn't taste like this unless it's cooked by President Haru.

I've been cooking for decades, but I can't cook ramen. When I do it, there's always so much water in it.

"Ramen is said to be the most difficult dish to control water. I'm not good at it either."

There you go! There you go! My wife can't cook ramen, but she's good at everything else. The baeksuk that we used to cook every dog days was so delicious. I still can't forget the taste!

Wow, that's really inspirational.

The two couples, who simply added soju to ramen, were a couple of ducks recognized by everyone in the table heaven.

The words didn't communicate well, but the warm atmosphere was decided, so the staff's expressions naturally brightened up.

The day of serving the dish is back in the kitchen.

When I gave Yumi a hint, she didn't even say anything, but she naturally went out of the restaurant, went around, and came back.

As expected, Haru and Yumi hit it off well when the chemistry was strong.

Yumi, who returned with a suspicious expression that seemed to have a lot of things to hide, whispered in the ears of the day while glancing at the staff.

"There was chef Choi Han-seok and all the ghosts in the back of the restaurant. The chef said he's only going to let two teams in until the shoot is over."

"Really? No, well. I think that's a good idea."

At first, I did something, but it seemed fine no matter how much I thought about it.

Didn't you say simple is best?

If there is a problem of no customers coming and ghosts flocking together, you can only send ghosts little by little. It was simpler than I thought."But how do you decide that? What kind of ghost will come?"

One day, since those parts came at first, I thought they would decide in order of age.

But Yumi shook her head very violently.

"Rock-paper-scissors……I've heard that."

"What?"

"You know the ghost of an office worker who used to come to our restaurant every day? That person was really upset. "I came to the finals, but my grandfather only threw rock three times in a row, so I lost."

"Oh, really? Well, that's possible. Yes."

No matter how many times I think about it, I thought it was Choi Han-seok. Rock-paper-scissors.

It was just like your style. It was fair like Korean traditional games.

"Then we'd better get one more team and close the store right away.”

"Right. I think the staff are tired, too.”

It's something they don't have to film, but they're staying up all night for the quality of the video.

I wanted to finish it quickly, even in respect of that heart.

Sure enough, about 10 minutes after serving ramen, the second guest appeared.

Cheer up!

The door to heaven on the table.

Haru and Yumi were expecting a ghost to come, respectively, so they were a little bit excited.

but

"……Wow."

"I really didn't expect this.”

Reality has always been far beyond everyone's expectations and imaginations.

"President Haru, long time no see?”

"It's been a while. Oh, can I sit here?"

A grandfather chef with less than 30 minutes of standard, and a black lipstick lady who comes in and sits naturally like a couple.

"Yes, go ahead."

The day when the fish disappeared unknowingly burst into laughter.

On the first day of the open night trade, it was none other than Choi Han-seok and the grim reaper who joined the second and last team.

For some reason, I felt like I could hear ghosts crying outside the window.

"Wait, this isn't it?"

A day that I really didn't think it would be possible asked Choi Han-seok.

The conversation was comfortable because the two sat at the bar table right in front of the kitchen.

"Chef, don't tell me...…. I beat the ghosts by rock-paper-scissors. It's not like this, is it?"

No way. I was eliminated by rock paper scissors. I don't know if it's because they're ghosts, but they play rock-paper-scissors like ghosts.

Choi Han-seok, who said so, was also a ghost, but decided to move on with such trivial things.

That was not the point.

While Yumi tactfully drew attention from other staff members, Haru whispered in a smaller voice.

"Then the Grim Reaper beside you...….”

I heard he was going to come see you today. I met him right in front of me. But Haru, you know what? He's like a rock-paper-scissors ghost. I always win every single game without blinking my eyes.

Saying nonsense, "I might have to learn a lesson," Choi Han-seok looked at the grim reaper sitting next to him.

At this point, as usual, she was just plain dull.

"Are you taking orders?"

"Do it."

"Spicy fire chicken feet. Not capsaicin, but lots of cheongyang peppers."

"As far as... ..no, what about you?"

"I'll add tuna rice balls to it! That's possible, right?”

"There's nothing that can't be done.”

But they didn't order difficult dishes.

The table heaven was always equipped with chicken feet for the grim reaper who never knew when to come.

It must have been late at night, since there was nothing like this for a late night snack.

But what is it? The Grim Reaper has such an odd timing.’While stir-frying chicken feet, such questions did not go away.

No matter how many times I think about it, the timing is as exquisite as it is measured with a ruler.

I thought tonight would be longer than usual.

In the meantime, the chicken feet ordered by the grim reaper were cooked well.

Like Choi Han-seok's face color, he's gone beyond friends.