It suddenly occurred to me.

When I was in Korea before.

When the grim reaper started to run a table paradise, the proportion of the grim reaper coming from time to time and wearing a light accompaniment to a late-night snack began to increase.

'He's a really amazing character, no matter how many times I think about it, the Grim Reaper.'

Choi Han-seok once said this.

He asked with a tone of "Of course" as he sat next to the grim reaper, who was proudly tearing off the red chicken feet.

I'm suddenly curious. Don't you pay for your meal?

"……Huh?"

That's a very obvious thing to say.

If you ate, you have to pay. This was common sense to the extent that people had to breathe in order to live.

Come to think of it, the grim reaper didn't pay much for his meal.

Of course, I didn't eat completely over the counter.

It feels like. If you eat twice, you can pay for your meal once. Or because I brought you a gift that corresponds to it.

Wasn't it simply the Grim Reaper who brought the back of the house that Yeomra gave him as a gift?

But to put it another way.

"If you eat twice, you eat over the counter once, right? Come to think of it."

"Well, it's a day. Give much thought to it. I'm sure I didn't come empty-handed. Don't that right?"

Don't play tricks on me. You know that it's not convincing even if you say that with chicken feet.

"Ugh..."

The grim reaper who has finally dropped his tail.

However, he seemed to be more obedient than he expected.

Of course, Haru or Choi Han-seok had no intention of saying anything more.

There was no one who didn't know that the grim reaper was helping Harune unknowingly, and I knew how hard she worked day and night for the dead in Korea, so I didn't feel like receiving any more money.

That's why I was just going to half-joke it.

"Okay, then let's do this. I don't know what you'll think, but my salary is a little too salty."

Salary? Do you get paid by the grim reaper?

"If a person works, he or she gets paid. But I'm not even on the minimum wage. Even that's the minimum wage about 100 years ago."

"……the underworld is more enormous than I thought."

The grim reaper's expression of lamenting over soju looked truly difficult.

Somewhere a heartbroken day filled her cup.

"Whenever you sign a contract, think a few more times. No, dozens of times! Even if I just pick it up and read it one by one!"

"Okay, just calm down. So what?"

"Anyway, hmmmm. I'm sorry I got too excited. I can't accept it on the radio forever. I'll give you something more precious instead of money on the days you can't pay.”

More precious than money? Do you want to give the other ghosts time?

"You can't buy it with time or money. I don't want to say it myself, but no one under the King of the Underworld knows better than I do. You know what I mean?”

"You're giving me the information?”

Correct!

Oh my god!

The grim reaper emptied a cup of soju one day after another.

He looked at Haru and Choi Han-seok with a slightly red face, and the two who were thinking for a while tried to nod their heads.

Day after day, I smiled and fought back.

"Let's hear it first."

"Haru, you've grown up a lot."

"I've been trying to live a little harder lately."In the past, I would have accepted it right away, saying it was good, and I still feel the same way.

But anyway, it's up to people to listen to it first.

The grim reaper, who nodded as if he could not help it, chose his throat and opened his mouth.

"All right, then I'll just have a simple one today. Maybe you've been noticing this a little bit for a day. I think I've said something similar before."

The grim reaper glanced back.

After confirming that the ghosts had already eaten, they continued to talk again.

"First of all, basically, it's a good thing to set ghosts on fire. Don't that right?"

"If you think so, I'm grateful.”

Of course! Who's as good as our day? Anyway, so what?

"And... good things happen when you do good things. Right?"

"……What?"

Without any foreshadowing, a story that could be said in any kindergarten popped up.

Haru and Choi Han-seok, who were a little dumbfounded, opened their eyes wide.

He smiled as if he knew the grim reaper would do so.

"Believe it or not, it's free, but it's real. Basically."

"If you do something really good, does something good happen? Does that make any sense?”

"It could happen in this world. If it's not like that, the underworld pays for it neatly. You did a good job worth 1 million won a day, but you only got 500,000 won in reality? Then I'll give you 5 million won worth of compensation."

What did you do to make it tenfold?

"The underworld has a high interest rate.”

The grim reaper who smiles at me saying, "Don't say obvious things."

Then, he added a bit of a harsh remark.

Just as good things happen when you do good things, bad things are the same.

And the interest on evil deeds is much higher than good deeds.

For a moment, I got goosebumps on my spine. Is it a matter of living a good life and taking care of it's

People who do bad things must be punished now. That's what I thought, so I turned it over.

- Anyway, so what? What's the point?

"It's just my personal opinion. It's better to make as many ghosts as possible. Any situation, any time. It's complicated to explain...…. The power of good deeds is special.”

The grim reaper thought about it for a while and tapped the table.

Soon the eyes of the day met with her.

"Good and evil can change one's fate."

"Fate……?"

"A predetermined fate that would never change. The only power to interfere with that is good and evil. And the Holy Fire you're doing every day is building up that good deed into the VVIP class of a bank."

"It's strange."

I felt like I'd heard something really ridiculous, like a leak.

The only power that can change fate.

I felt hopeless, but at the same time I knew something.

Choi Han-seok shrugged at the grim reaper. That's all I meant, so she nodded.

What? It's not as nutritious as I thought.

"But it's a very sophisticated piece of information. Ordinary people don't know. The president doesn't know.”

-No, I understand that. It doesn't mean much to our day. Don't you think? He's a day. Like I said, she's the nicest girl I've ever seen in my life.

One day, and the grim reaper couldn't refute Choi Han-seok's words.

Well, it really was. Since it's a day.He didn't turn a blind eye to someone who was struggling in front of him, but took it for granted to help him.

That's why he became a human being who was chosen by the underworld and is rewriting the rules of the underworld.

Indeed, since then, the Grim Reaper has often told stories instead of paying for meals.

There were some helpful stories, some that were amazing or surprising, or felt like a joke.

But the story she tells wasn't a lie.

In fact, a few days later, I met my best friend who had been so kind as to win the words of the grim reaper.

Yumi.

She became a family of heaven on the table, perhaps thanks to Haru and Yumi's good deeds.

And the same was true now.

Maybe, as I thought before.

Ike and other city kids were nice guys, so we could meet for a day.

One day when good nature prevented such children from turning a blind eye to them, they could have won in the end.

No, one step further than winning.

"Well, let's get down to it. Chef Haru, what restaurant do you want to make, and from now on, you're going with me."

"……Yes, Dr. Adam."

"Sing it comfortably. Chef, sir, ong, anything is fine. Appellation is not important. At least to the chef. Let's talk at the edge of the knife and cook."

The day after Ike's holy grail.

The restaurant Adam invited for the day.

At the end of the deadline, where no one was there, Adam cooked a dish.

It was not as brilliant or luxurious as Choi Han-seok expected, nor was it even a great technique.

It's like...

It was more homely than anything else, like rolled omelet, which marked a milestone in my life.

At the same time, he was as simple as the chicken that kept people alive.

"Pancake."

I've never seen Adam cook like that before. When I tried Adam's food before, it was when the restaurant opened. It was a dish with a lot of skill. Pancake?

A dish that sweetens the dough, puts it in a pan and bakes it.

Put butter in a fluffy pancake and turn it upside down, cool it down a little and sprinkle fruit and maple syrup to finish.

Like rice in Korea. Such a common dish, eaten everywhere in America where Adam was born.

It was quite common to make in the kitchen of Michelin restaurants.

"Would you like to try it? I don't know if it will suit your taste."

"I like pancakes. Then, thank you for the food."

Slip!

Cut a piece of pancake that cuts easily like butter into large pieces.

Dip the maple syrup in the sauce and put it in the mouth.

At that moment.

"……Ah."

One day I was able to realize.

'Oh, that's what it is. Chef Adam's cooking is...

The meaning of Choi Han-seok's words that Adam and Haru resemble.

It came to mind at the same time.

I understand why you let me taste it.’

What kind of restaurant do you want to run?

It used to be just vague, but now it's clear.

* * *

Bacon suggested to Haru first.

Why don't we spend a little more time in the U.S.?

Anyway, the competition ended a little earlier than the original schedule, and there were many things to deal with internally and internally because one day was the winner.

And crucially, Adam wanted it.

"But since it's a restaurant that's going to be the last of one person, I want to do my best. You know what I mean?”

As Bacon said earlier from the start of the tournament.

He really wanted to do his best at the restaurant that Haru and I were going to make together this time.Adam, as he seemed, was a man who was tight in strange ways, and thorough enough to be an obsession.

"I know. I'm trying. What does Dr. Adam mean?"

"No, it's the other way around. It's an effort I'll make. It's not my restaurant, it's Chef Haru's restaurant."

"That's what I was going to say."

Let's go!

Haru took a folded piece of paper out of his pocket.

"This is the menu I've pre-arranged. It's a blueprint for a restaurant."

"Oh!"

Two people let out an exclamation.

A huge plan has been set in motion.