"Oh, my God!"

Gulp-Gulp-.

"Ugh!"

The Grim Reaper was as consistent as ever.

Haru made chicken feet the hottest step to do without capsaicin, and she enjoyed the hideous food, which had more peppers than chicken, heating her face red.

I could roughly imagine how spicy that was when my white face turned red as if it had been powdered.

It's not just him. He even drank strong soju one after another to soothe his spicy mouth.

At first, bacon and staff who pointed the camera at the food called chicken feet as if it were interesting, but now they just stood there blankly with their eyes wide open as if they were watching any kind of febrile war.

"Her guest is...…. What's wrong with him?”

"Crazy Korean?"

"I've never seen anyone eat spicy food like that in my life. I saw you greet the chef earlier and he seemed to be a regular. That's incredible. It must have been a little bad."

"Well, he's a hard worker."

They are the staff who kept coughing, saying that they were going to die from the spicy smoke of stir-frying chicken feet.

I even put some chicken feet on a plate because I heard it was my first time seeing them.

Five big staff rushed in and couldn't eat three chicken feet.

Someone made a fuss, saying that his tongue seems to be burning even though he only touched his tongue.

Even now, he was struggling with the smell of chicken feet, saying his nose was itchy.

Even if Haru or Yumi did, it was completely compared to what others in the restaurant didn't care about.

Is this the spicy taste of Korea?

"Well, thank you for the meal. Boss."

"It was delicious again today. I'll come back next time."

The elderly couple, whose faces turned moderately reddish, politely arranged their seats and woke up.

Yumi rushed to pay the bill like lightning, and Bacon went out without missing the gap.

I followed him because I didn't want to miss the staff. I wanted to get an interview with them.

Of course, there's a little bit of fresh air out there.’

No matter how much it is a 24-hour full-time and real-time shoot, the staff couldn't stay close to each other as they were people.

So, quite often, I had a short break like this.

It was irregular, but it's a necessary routine.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

"Do you mind if I interview you for a second? I introduced him to you before. Oh, of course I'll pay you separately. It'll be just a little bit."

With a big wind, all the staff bounced out.

In an instant, the table heaven, which had been so noisy, became silent.

Of course, the staff didn't talk much while filming.

The very important words to capture the sound were very murmured, and so was the action.

But simply people swiped away, there was a sense of stillness.

It was like a late lunch of the time when all the customers had left.

"Phew... ..we're going to catch our breath. President Haru, please sit down and relax for a while."

"Thank you. By the way, did the grim reaper just come to eat today?”

"Me? It's me."

At the question of the day, the grim reaper, who was tearing off chicken feet with plastic gloves in both hands, lightly stole the side of his mouth with wet tissue.

The many chicken feet were completely empty after a long time.

Even how well the bones were applied, one might mistake the machine at the factory.The grim reaper pulled off his plastic gloves.

Then he stared briefly at the door of the table heaven where the staff had escaped, and soon turned to the clock.

"I'm here to work. Now I'm going to work now."

Let's go!

The grim reaper pushed the chair and stood up.

"……Huh?"

Soon Haru and Yumi felt a sense of incompatibility beyond description.

It was the first sense I've ever felt in my life. I got goosebumps.

"What did you... do?”

"I have to talk about something important, but I don't want people involved. Just to be comfortable, wait a minute.

It wasn't so hard to identify the sense of incompatibility.

Yumi, who was quick-witted, shouted in surprise when she found something.

"Ha, Mr. Haru! Look over there!!”

"Excuse me? Excuse me...….Huh?!"

Tick, talk.

The wall-mounted clock in the table, which always moved at the same speed, stopped.

It wasn't exactly a complete stop. But it was moving so slowly that it seemed to stop.

I felt like I was dreaming for a moment.

I rubbed my eyes and watched it again and again, but it was the same.

Choi Han-seok laughed as if he was speechless.

What kind of wizard are you? What happened is that every time you see a skill, you improve. That's amazing. I've experienced things like this in my life.

"I disagree. It's not me, it's me thinking that a table paradise is becoming such an important place that I can do this."

Wow, isn't that a big compliment?

"You can take it as a compliment. You can take it as a responsibility. Well, make yourself at home. The underworld and the underworld. He says he learns a lot from Harune. You said you could be a little more relaxed now."

Saying so, the grim reaper pulled a large file from his sleeve.

The day I received naturally swallowed my dry saliva.

"The request of the Lord of the Underworld."

I was thinking it was definitely time. I had some expectations since the grim reaper came.

'But things are so bad.’

Most of Yeomra's requests are time limited. Unless there are restrictions, the conditions are a little tight.

For example, you have to go somewhere and do something at the designated time.

Even if it's not necessarily a way to do something, it boasts a level of difficulty that once a request comes in, you have to focus only on it for the time being.

So far, of course, it has been handled easily. One day I was confident.

Starting with explaining the situation to the staff, there's more than one thing to think about.’

To be honest, I wanted to ask.

Why now? I knew it was important, but why now?

Whether or not he knows the heart of such a day, the grim reaper gave strength to the hand holding the file.

"Hurry up and pick it up."

"Yes."

Yumi stepped in to the side of the day and stuck out her head. The day slowly opened the file.

And the identity of this request I learned.

[Destination: Table Heaven]

[Limit:

A day's appreciation was about this.

"……what is this?"

It was really the same.

What's this? Did I see it wrong?

"Wrong print. That's not gonna happen, is it?”

"No way. It's a document from the underworld, and even the Lord of the Underworld himself ordered it. If there's a printing error, I'll be boiling in the hell by now.”

Oh man, that's a little harsh.

Choi Han-seok responded to the grim reaper. She glanced away as soon as she glanced and noticed."Anyway, it's exactly what it says. The target of this request is a table paradise."

"Not me?”

"How can a commissioned man do something to himself?”

"That's true, but...….”

It's not wrong, but there's nothing else to say.

Besides, that wasn't the only strange thing about this request.

It was funny that the target of the request was a restaurant that was not a person, but even the content was strange.

Yumi, who had been re-reading the file several times, carefully read it.

"Making tteok-galbi for the last day of shooting a week later...…. Is this right?”

"The Lord of the Underworld wrote it himself. If that's what it says, then it's right."

"On the last day of filming, making tteok-galbi is a request for a table heaven."

The level of difficulty that Haru was worried about was really easy. No, it wasn't easy, but it was routine.

Grilled short rib patties. Haru was the most confident menu.

Even on the last day of the first shooting, there was no burden.

"Who the hell is this for?"

That's why I was curious. I really wanted to know.

The real meaning of King Yeomra. What she wants from Haru.

"You know, it's not a request for people. It's a commission for a cause."

"……a great cause."

"This restaurant, this table is heaven. Originally, it's okay to stay still in the afterlife, but the King of the Underworld wanted to speed up the timing. One day is good enough for you."

"What kind of period are you talking about?”

Originally, he was a grim reaper who liked to talk like a mystery, but this time it was a little too much.

What is the cause and timing?

As Haru turned a wick in her eye, she shook her head helplessly.

"The time to achieve the dream you wanted. What, do you understand me if I say it like this?”

"Dining Heaven……"It's time for my dream to come true."

I thought I knew, I thought I didn't know.

But if the day is right now.

"I'll try."

One day I thought I could truly understand and appreciate it.

Why did the grim reaper use this ability to deliver this request to Haru?

It's all about how important this one little thing is.

Argh!

Whether he really thought that was enough, the grim reaper flicked his finger lightly.

Knock, knock.

The hands of the clock, which used to flow very slowly, have regained their original speed.

The strange sense of incompatibility surrounding the body disappeared, and not long after the noisy interview outside began to enter the restaurant again.

Among them, Bacon in particular had a very bright expression.

It was because I liked the interview from my grandmother and grandfather very much.

I heard that you two were regulars of the owner's restaurant, so you could hear a lot of interesting stories.

I was already briefly discussing with the staff how to edit this.

"Well, Mr. Bacon. This is the end of today's business. I'd like to ask you a question.”

"What? Oh! Of course. Ask me anything."

"On the last day of our shoot. Who's coming?"

Full of straightforward.

One day I didn't put up with it.

But Bacon thought a little bit and just smiled.

"No, no one's coming."

A smile that makes you feel like you'

Haru scratched his head for a while and nodded, saying yes.

"But, Chef, what about that?""It's nothing.

As expected, I didn't know until the time came.