Haru and Yumi didn't talk to each other, but they were in sync.

Not only did this happen more than once. It was even stranger not to notice that a person was so surprised.

Perhaps the alcohol had just woken up, Bacon gulped down a glass of cold water. Then he shouted to Haru.

"That... chef Haru? There's one more customer coming."

He replied with a look of excitement and anticipation.

"Who are you?"

"I don't know if you can tell me. Well, Adam Benckypie.”

"Adam, who is Adam?”

It was quite an unfamiliar name.

The name Benki Pie itself is quite unique, so there's no way you wouldn't know when you said it.

Nevertheless, I couldn't think of who Yumi was.

Rather, it seemed a little disappointing, perhaps because what I was looking forward to had faded away.

And it was the same for a day.

"Adam? Who's Adam?"

"Ahaha, you don't know. Actually, that's the right thing to do."

Adam Bencky Pie.

It was a completely new name.

Yumi, who has been watching Food YouTube all day, was proud to know all the famous chefs around the world.

"It's just a little famous in England…How can I say, old man? You can think of him as a chef like that kind of course. I personally like him a lot."

"I'm sorry, I've never heard of it before."

"No, no, don't do that. It's not common to know chefs from other countries. Anyway, he's coming for a while now. Are you okay?"

"There's nothing that can't be done.”

Anyway, I felt that Yeom-ra's request seemed to be flowing properly to the place where it was being led.

Yumi naturally got up and tried to bring another chair.

Bacon, who found the figure, dried her up.

"Oh, you don't have to. Adam was just passing by, and he has a schedule now. I'm just going to show my face for a second.”

"What about the food?”

"The tteok-galbi that I posted on SNS earlier, they asked if I could wrap it up."

"Do you want me to let you eat right away? Or as a concoction."

"I'd like you to eat right away. About three servings, I'll pay for it."

"Wait a minute."

I can't believe I'm just showing my face. It was unfortunate, but I couldn't help it because you said you were busy.

In addition, bacon reacts like this and makes the calculation right away.

The old-age chef had rarely seen anyone except Choi Han-seok a day.

“As the dough will serve three people just left.”

I'm glad I said I'd make enough. If you had small hands, you would have missed this opportunity.

Whoops, whoops, whoops!

Grilled short rib patties on an oiled grill.

The white smoke came up acridly and the taste of fire was properly applied.

Grilled short rib patties were not too thick, so it didn't take long to cook.

It was very similar to Bulbaek.

"Yumi, could you pack the side dishes and things to go with it in a container?”

"I was doing it anyway!"

I ordered only tteok-galbi, but there were still some dishes I made.

To suit the tastes of the American people, the Ciabatta bread is added to the butter and baked crispy, and it also contains a little salad using white kimchi washed in water once.

The combination of tteokgalbi and white kimchi salad on top of the bread was fantastic.

It felt like a half-and-half mixture of hamburgers and sandwiches, but it was also really well balanced.

At the end of the packing, Bacon went outside to bring Adam.

Soon the closed door opened again, and he, who went out alone, was with an old man next to him."Adam! Long time no see. Thank you for contacting me. I didn't expect to see you like this."

"It happened to be nearby, and the food looked delicious. I'm here for a little walk."

Adam Bencky Pie.

He wasn't quite what he expected for the day.

'I'm an old man……Didn't you?’

I thought about people in their 60s and 70s, but I believed Adam's face was in his late 40s.

When it comes to age, such as words and actions, the old man looked right, but his face itself was really young.

It was also full of life. It was as if I had actually encountered the saying that I was in my 20s at heart.

"Aha."

Adam took a look around the table heaven.

It was just him, but he nodded as if he understood something.

The last time I looked at the restaurant was just one day.

"Here's the tteok-galbi you mentioned. You can look forward to it because it's good?”

"Tteok-galbi. It's my first time eating it, but it looked delicious. I'll eat it well. Thank you."

"I'm more grateful. …I'll see you more often in the future."

"Hahaha."

The last words were hidden by a small voice and could not be heard properly.

Before leaving the restaurant, Adam turned around once.

"Thank you, young chef."

"Oh, yes! Thank you!"

There was not much time, and crucially, I felt an energy that I couldn't say anything about.

It's not just because there's. There was something I couldn't put into words.

Why is my heart beating so fast?’

One day I don't know who he is, or what he's doing.

But only for a few minutes until Adam enters the restaurant and leaves again.

His heart was pounding like crazy.

It was really hard to know.

It's never been like this before.

"Well, shall we get this straight?"

"That's what I was hoping for. I feel like I'm going to die of sleep. Ben, look! I've been yawning for a while and now I'm dozing off."

"Moo, what? Uh, no. Oh, I didn't doze off. For real. For real.

"Ben is all over the place. There is nothing I can do. Let's call it a day."

Bacon was still in a sad mood, but all the other staff had spread out.

He shook hands hard with Haru until the end and left the restaurant.

I felt sorry for his voice saying he would keep in touch. And it was the same for a day.

I'm sure you'll see me again.

Finally, the car carrying the filming team glided away with the arrival of a chauffeur.

As always, while cleaning up the restaurant and preparing for the closing, Haru and Yumi had half-set stories.

"I still don't know what happened. There's a guy named Ben. I'm sure the chef was the one who was talking about the king of course.”

"Maybe Yumi is right. Even though I've never seen him before, I was surprised. What should I say? If there's a war zone in the food, he must be a veteran who's been there...Feeling like …?"

"I don't understand something, but it's a strange metaphor."

"Right?"

"And I've searched the Internet. Adam Bencky Pie. There was little information about him.”

"Really?"

This was not a day's notice.

Until now, I thought it would be just a chef from another country, Haru, who didn't know much about.

However, Yumi searched the Internet like a mouse, but the information she got was quite small.

For now, there was not a single story of my youth.

All I found out was, he just popped up about 10 years ago.

Also, rather than cooking for yourself, I focused on the 'evaluation' of other people's cooking.I can't find any pictures of my face.

The only articles I found were where a new restaurant opened and he helped me.

"Unusual……He's such an old chef and he doesn't have that much information.”

"I know. I don't have a clue.”

"I wish I could try his cooking."

Composers say they can roughly tell who they are by listening to each other's songs.

A similar example, I thought, was the same for a cook.

Even if it wasn't a dish that could represent the person, one could guess what kind of chef it was just by the various habits on the dish.

But the sea of information Internet didn't have a single picture of his cooking.

Around the time I'm seriously thinking about calling the grim reaper.

I've tried it. It was only once.

"Chef Choi Han-seok?"

"Oh, really?"

Choi Han-seok, who doesn't know since when, spoke out in a very subdued voice.

The funny thing about this was. Choi Han-seok was obviously in heaven on the table without going nowhere.

However, Haru and Yumi strangely forgot about Choi Han-seok's existence.

As if he really was a ghost.

But that wasn't the point now.

Haru and Yumi's pupils doubled.

"Did you know him?”

He's more of a person who wanted to be exact. I haven't seen you very many times when I was alive. By the way, Adam Ong is very old. LOL.

"You know him."

Then the answer is one.

The two people, who moved like lightning and finished cleaning the restaurant in an instant, sat in front of Choi Han-seok.

It was time for ghosts to come soon, but there was something I wanted to hear.

"Tell me about it. I don't know who you are."

- I don't know that well. I told you, I've only eaten once before.

"Ugh, you're going to keep killing time!"

Okay, okay. Let's see, I don't have time, so I'll just say it briefly. I don't know what Chef Adam was like in his youth. Instead, I know what he does.

I know what it is to do.

This, in other words, meant that what he was doing was not a chef.

No, I need to correct it'

I'd say he wasn't exactly an ordinary chef.

The first time I met Adam was in France. I was just meeting my seniors while preparing to open a children's book.

* * *

"Chef Choi Han-seok…….”

"Huh? What did you say?"

"Yes, it'sorry. Ignore me."

Roar!

A luxurious sedan raced along the highway in Seoul.

The car, which used to smell only light aroma, was unusually full of oily scents.

The smell of green meat.

Adam didn't even open the packing container, he just smelled it for a second. Then there was a small smile.

His driver smiled quietly at the sight in the rearview mirror.

"What kind of food is it? It smells pretty good. It's been a while since I saw you like it."

"I told you before. I bought it because I was suddenly attracted to it."

"You've been under a lot of stress. It's best to eat something delicious food.”

"Yeah, well, they're better off, anyway. What kind of restaurant would you open?"

Adam looked out of the window blankly.

Meanwhile, his cell phone kept ringing, but he ignored it lightly.I was just going to go back to the hotel quickly and enjoy a little rest.