"Well, isn't there a president for Haru?"

What do you mean, nothing?

"Why, I've made dumplings at home. I don't know these days, but when I was young, I think people like my grandmother and grandfather would have done that sometimes. Make dumplings and eat them."

"Oh...."

Of course I know. I don't know what my grandfather was thinking.

To be honest, young people these days hate it because it's a census, but for those who are old, they don't have much to say other than talking about their families.

So I didn't have any other feelings. Because I can understand.

"Hmmmmm, I'm sorry if I'm talking nonsense."

"No, it's okay. Anyway, so what?"

Luckily, fortunately, my grandfather was very tactful, unlike his age.

He gave Haru a brief apology, perhaps because he felt something unusual.

Anyway, the story had to go on.

"We did the same thing. But when you make dumplings at home? They don't share meat or kimchi dumplings.”

"What do we do then? Usually, people have different tastes. Someone who likes meat dumplings and someone who likes kimchi dumplings.”

"So we have to make everything delicious. Dumplings are a family dish in the first place, this is it. Everyone gets together to make it, and we steam it together. Take what's left. What?"

Grandfather who speaks for granted.

But as I listened to the words, I nodded again.

In the first place, making kimchi and making dumplings in Korea might not be much different from each other.

The amount needs to be made in large quantities, it is cumbersome, and crucially, many people gather to create their own family taste.

In that sense, this is what his grandfather said.

"Kimchi needs to go in. But there are people who don't like kimchi, so it doesn't taste like kimchi."

"How? There's kimchi in it, but doesn't it taste like kimchi?"

"Oh, you can't just wash it and put it in!"

"……it is?"

I was right to refute something, but I couldn't do it strangely.

How to make kimchi not taste like kimchi? You can wash it and put it in.

Of course there is.

No matter how many times you wash it, the unique taste itself does not fall out, the seasoning is a waste, and crucially, all the other delicious flavors are gone, so it is easy to become bland.

But what if it's dumplings?

"Dumplings have a lot of spices like garlic and ginger. Since the base is pork. If you wash it a little and put it in, the smell of kimchi will disappear."

"That's right. So it's meaningless to divide meat and kimchi dumplings. Dumplings are just dumplings. My dumplings!"

"My dumplings...….”

It was a word that stuck to my ears.

The tone is similar to our kimchi. But it feels more familiar than kimchi.

One day I asked without realizing it. Before I knew it, I had a note in my hand.

"What does your dumpling feel like? First, wash some kimchi and put it in."

"We have to put tofu in it again. You can't just eat tofu! I mean, you have to put tofu from the market no matter what. That's how it tastes."

"You know, all the tofu we use in our market is the tofu in the market, right? It's cheap and delicious."

"That's why I come here often.""Oh, isn't it?"

"Anyways, then chop the pork thoroughly. With chives...….”

"Yes, yes. And?"

"And what else is important? You have to use beef bone for soup. Why! I heard it's good for your health. Anyway, it was."

While talking about dumplings, I felt that the wall of my heart, which I felt a little bit between my grandfather, was broken down.

It feels like I'm a step closer than you are.

Contrary to Haru and Yumi's expectations.

My grandfather said he never worked or worked in the culinary industry.

Instead, he was a bit picky. That's why he remembered the flavors he had before.

There are a lot of ingredients. Unlike other dumplings, it tastes like this.

Every time, Haru and Yumi checked like ghosts.

It tasted like that because of something, and what ingredients my grandfather forgot.

Cooking is no different from studying in this view.

As if studying a poem, I stuttered through the dumpling recipe, and at the end of it, of course, there was a person who cooked.

"You must have had a big hand. I think you were also a delicate person."

"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"

"I can tell from the ingredients. If you make a small amount, it won't taste good. The kimchi goes into giving up in the first place. And so that everyone can eat well. That's how it's seasoned like that.

Adults like stimulating flavors, and children don't eat them very well. It is a common sense part.

But these dumplings were a taste that caught everyone.

Garlic and kimchi are added for adults who like stimulating things.

However, tofu was added to make it warm for children to eat comfortably, and crucially, it contains a little more bean sprouts and chives.

They added ginger to the taste that can be bitten.

In addition, for the health of the family, they spent hours on bone marrow, the end of the healthy diet.

It's such a recipe, but it's really. On reflection, there was a great meaning.

"I see... Well, I didn't know about that.”

"I was just thinking about it. It's possible it's not. By the way, who made this recipe?

"Of course it's my wife. By the way, I like the taste of my hands. My wife. She's good at cooking. She's That's why I rarely eat out. It's good to go out and buy."

And listening to my grandfather, I could tell for sure.

'Something's happened.’

If there was an old lady who said she had such a good taste in her hands, her grandfather wouldn't come to eat out so often.

Besides, didn't grandpa come alone every day?

I didn't say anything out of my mind. That's rude. Grandfather gave Haru the same consideration.

Instead, as the owner of the restaurant, there was something I could do for my precious customers.

"Of course it's not enough. Can I have a go at it?”

"What, dumplings?"

"My grandfather taught me this precious recipe. I was a bit disappointed with the dumplings I just made. So I'll try it again."

"That's right! The dumplings I made today were incredibly popular. The customers enjoyed it a lot. So one more time!"

The same menu rarely comes out one after another in the table heaven.

So of course, even if you use dumplings, you have to cook something other than dumpling soup."Are you okay? No, well. You said you liked me. But it still takes a lot of work."

"That's all right, that's our job."

"That's right! Back there, there's a cooker box. If you write down what you want to eat, we'll make it. If you speak like a grandfather, I'll try that.”

"……thank you."

The grandfather bowed his head in a grumpy way, saying thank you.

He died after finishing his meal saying see you tomorrow.

"Just call me Hwang. Mr. Hwang's grandfather. I'm glad I'm like a grandson."

In a low voice, he introduced his family name as if he was a little embarrassed.

The premonition of the day that it seemed to be a step closer to the guest was not so wrong today either.

That's how my grandfather died.

Yumi naturally locked the restaurant door and hung the [CLOSED] sign.

Happy and sweet staff lunch time. Break time.

Ye-young and Bonam, who were exhausted from spending a war-like morning, talked about dying.

"Oh, my god. Is it true, Mr. Haru? What did you just say?

"Are we doing one more day tomorrow? This dumpling war."

"It's so hard to imagine. My arms and legs are shaking and I can't breathe! Of course, I'll do my best if my boss gives me a bonus!"

Of course, he didn't seem to want to leave out saying that.

Ye-young has such a fox-like personality.

I was well aware that bringing up the bonus story by saying this was because I didn't want to burden Haru rather than money.

But now such a story is out of my mind.

I can hear it, but the meaning lingers in my ears and just disappears.

"By the way... What's wrong? Yumi, what's wrong with you?"

Ye-young, who felt an unusual atmosphere, immediately lowered her jumping voice.

The same was true of Bonam. She stood close to Ye-young and shut her mouth tightly.

No wonder, Haru and Yumi were thinking hard about something, facing each other as if they had promised.

With an expression that looks unusual to anyone.

Yumi, this. I'm not the only one who thinks the same, right?’

I've been thinking about something similar since yesterday. I didn't bring it up on purpose. As you know, Haru. But just now...….’

The chef, the boss, and the sense of day with the ghosts were warning.

And crucially. Strangely enough, it was literally a ghostly hit.

"Why did the Grim Reaper do that?"

It was the Grim Reaper who first made the offer, saying he wanted to eat dumplings.

She made dumplings because she applied for the menu, which led to this conversation with Hwang's grandfather.

Starting with coming to the restaurant alone, Haru and Yumi kept caring about Hwang's grandfather.

What the hell are you thinking?

There's nothing good about being involved with the grim reaper. The same goes for ghosts.

But that is not the case now.

There was no physical evidence at all, but there was only one that had a lot of evidence.

"Grandfather Hwang."

What is the grim reaper looking at?

No, from experience, maybe this much work. Maybe it's not the Grim Reaper, it's someone up there.

You won't know what happened after all.

So I'm just act.

"Yumi, how long do we have left?"

"I'll bring it right back."

No matter what she said, Yumi jumped up and pulled a small spice jar out of the corner of the cupboard.The spice of the underworld, which was almost used in the past when the ghosts were mass-produced.

However, the compensation was slightly higher, perhaps due to the proper performance of the U.S. commission.

I didn't know if I could use it 5 times.

"Should I try?”

"Let me help you."

There was no choice.

Haru and Yumi nodded at the same time.

Looking blankly at the two, Ye-young and Bonam wondered what was going on, they nodded together without realizing it.