lunch time

The people who run the restaurant are the busiest, and if it's a popular restaurant, the kitchen turns into a battlefield.

In this sense, the family of Bobsang Heaven can be said to be skilled soldiers and old soldiers who have been through numerous battlefields.

Those who can get orders without blinking even if they are flooded in like a tidal wave.

However, even the old men in heaven had to work with their shoulders tightened their shoulders.

There are rumors that it's just a dumpling, so there's a lot of customers coming in.

"Three guests in the hall, three kimchi, one meat, one meat!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"The guest who just came in is two kimchi, two meat, five kimchi and two kimchi!

"Yes……."

Like pouring sweet and sour pork sauce or dipping it, it is dumplings that have different tastes.

Some people like kimchi dumplings as much as the number of people who like meat dumplings.

Coincidentally, there are four dumplings in the dumpling soup that goes into the table heaven today.

In other words, each guest was divided into what dumplings to put, and Haru and Yumi in the kitchen, who had to harden them, were delicious.

"Mr. Haru, are you okay? I'm a little behind on my order."

"How much is it?"

"That customer has been waiting for 15 minutes...….”

"15 minutes?! It's going to spin, please tell them you'll give it to them as soon as possible. No, I'm sorry I'm late, just passing drinks one by one. Please. It's because I'm behind on orders today.”

"All right, leave it to me!"

Today, Bonam was even watching the hall instead of Yumi.

Nevertheless, orders are being pushed back, so you will realize how chaotic today's table heaven is.

'I thought I'd make enough.

I think I'll use it until dinner if I don't know. The dumplings that I wanted to eat were already showing bottoms.

Of course, the harder the cook was, the happier the guests were, so the satisfaction was going through the sky.

Yeyoung who went to the delivery said.

There was a large order, so I went to the elderly's house, and my grandparents loved it so much.

The situation was similar in restaurants. There were especially many elderly customers today.

Guests in their 20s and 30s are similar, but the number of middle-aged customers has almost doubled.

'Dumplings work well for older people. Especially the dumplings.'

It's been a while since I tasted this.

I've heard these words dozens of times a day.

In particular, the response was very good for grandmothers and grandfathers, and there were so many people who wanted to pack only dumplings, that they had to make and put up signs urgently, saying it was difficult.

Soul food.

When it comes to soul food for Koreans, they only thought of kimchi and miso soup, but unexpectedly, dumplings were like that.

"Thank you for the meal. Oh, it tastes just like ompangi."

"Mr. Jung, I told you so! I was passing by the restaurant this morning and it was written down. Handmade dumpling soup! I didn't bring it right away because I couldn't stand Haru's taste."

"I know. You've eaten something precious. Thank you, very much."

"LOL, buy me a cup of makgeolli later! Haru, I'll be back!"

"Yes! Thank you, take care!"

Despite the busy day, he bowed his head to greet the guests.

I felt like I met all the elderly people in this neighborhood once in a while today.

They said it's a precious taste.’

It's not a big deal, but if you make it by yourself, it'll become a different dish.Each dish must have different memories and memories.

So it would have all tasted different.

The taste of a moment that is sad for someone, happy for someone.

The appreciation of such guests could not be more appreciated one day after day. I might be doing business for this taste.

Breaktime is getting closer and the piles of dumplings are almost out of stock.

Oh my god!

There were so many customers that I could hear the sound of dignified footsteps at the door that I had just opened.

When I turned my head unconsciously, I noticed a face that I wondered why you were not coming.

"Grandpa!"

"Can I eat now?"

"Of course I can. We're running out of ingredients, and you're just the right personally.

He is a grandfather customer who gave me strawberries and rice cakes before.

As expected, you're here alone today.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but I kind of felt like the guests were coming at the time to leave.

But what does that have to do with anything. It's only natural to greet you because you have a guest, and you only think about what happened.

He led his grandfather to his seat by organizing a slightly quiet restaurant compared to the previous one, which had no battlefield.

Of course, the order is heaven's meal. My grandfather asked for two meat dumplings and two kimchi dumplings.

"Handmade dumplings?"

"Yes! The people at our restaurant worked hard since dawn. It's delicious."

"They're unique. That's a lot of work for a giant dumpling! It's not something you can do like that. What kind of wind did he have?"

"Just, someone asked me to have dumpling soup. The customer wants to eat it, isn't it the restaurant owner's job to make it for them?”

"You're a good talker. Tsk. Anyway, make a hand dumpling...…. I don't know who applied, but I like it very much.

Grumpy grandfather guest as always. But is it an illusion of a day that you seem strangely happy?

He was usually a grandfather who thought hard about something, but today he glanced at Haru cooking.

It's not cooking, it's dumplings. My grandfather's gaze didn't fall off.

And then all of a sudden.

"And you mean? You shouldn't say you're confident like that. I'm a big fan of dumplings. I know the taste of dumplings."

"Did you like dumplings? I didn't know that."

"Excuse me, dude. I didn't tell you, but of course I don't know. It's something that even the daughter-in-law who left the house doesn't

When Yumi asked with her ears pricked up, her grandfather laughed and yelled.

By the way, more and more customers were falling out.

Most of the customers who come at this time are merchants who do business at the market, and they wake up quickly because they have to eat quickly and go back.

Yumi, who had a little time to spare, settled in front of her grandfather.

"Then you should have told me. I would have made it for you."

"I don't eat dumplings like the ones they sell at the supermarket. Dumplings taste good when you fold them with your hands."

"I'm a little nervous. We worked really hard on it."

"Let's try it first."

I felt similar to standing in front of judges in the U.S.

Was Grandpa originally this character?

With that in mind, I did my best to cook one dumpling soup as always.

Boil dumplings in clear anchovy broth, beat the eggs and pat the pepper.

Isn't kimchi and salted squid sufficient for side dishes?"Self, here comes the formula for heaven. The dumplings are hot, so take them out on the plate and eat them carefully."

"Oh, it's just plain on the outside."

Gulp my lips again, grandpa.

After a while, he added a piece of meat dumpling to the plate and cut it in half.

The white steam rose and the delicious smell spread.

Grandfather looked at the ingredients in the dumpling with hawk eyes.

"You used good meat, didn't you?

"……how do you know?"

He immediately blew up a heavy blow.

A day when I'm a little flustered by something unexpected.

Even Choi Han-seok, who was standing next to him blankly, turned his head around and looked back.

"You can tell at first sight. Why not? The meat oil is transparent, but it doesn't even smell. That's why it's good meat. If the color of the chives looks transparent, it's good meat."

'Did……?'

At first, I thought my grandfather was in the cooking industry.

I didn't know how you could say this without tasting it.

But my grandfather said. Someone let him know that.

While Haru was thinking about it, Yumi rushed in first.

"Wow, you know everything, don't you? You must be a good cook!"

"What kind of cooking is an old man? I don't even eat soup at home. We eat here and there sometimes. It's just, uh, someone over there told me. I just pretended to know."

The grandfather, who shook his hands and said so, soon ate a spoon and chopsticks.

After blowing the dumplings and cooling them down, they tasted them as they were.

Even though we've been doing a good job. Somehow I was nervous, so I glanced at it one day.

And whether he was conscious of the eyes of the two, his grandfather's appreciation.

"Not as good as I expected."

"Well, is that so?"

To be honest, it was very disappointing.

Haru's shoulders were relaxed.

But there was no contradiction.

It's because it's a guest's appreciation, but crucially, it's because even a little bit of a day is felt that day.

Too bad, this dumpling lacks something.

"It's delicious for a hand-made dumpling made by Earl. These days, it's so delicious that it's hard to compare to dumplings that are printed on a machine at a factory. I'd say I'm right about that."

"Then? Do you like kimchi dumplings?”

"That's what's wrong with it! There's no such thing as a dumpling, kimchi dumpling, meat dumpling. Dumplings are just dumplings, and the moment you share them, the true taste disappears."

Grandfather said.

It was a problem to divide it into kimchi and meat in the first place.

A question mark popped up on Haru and Yumi's faces.

I feel like I know something but I don't know what it is going on.

Haru, who had been struggling for a while, asked again carefully.

"I... I don't know. What do you mean?"

"I don't know everything else, but I know a little about dumplings. So to put it simply, it is. You have to put kimchi in the really delicious dumplings! That's good enough to have rested kimchi."

"Kimchi must go in. Then isn't it kimchi dumplings?"

"That's where the difference is. Homemade dumplings have kimchi in them, so they shouldn't taste like kimchi."

"So it doesn't taste like kimchi?”

A puzzling enigmatic word.

Not meat dumplings or kimchi dumplings. You said it's a homemade dumpling.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone this!"

Grandfather said he would tell me the secret recipe.

Haru and Yumi's ears perked up.