It's a success.

When Hwang's grandfather made his first spoon, he could feel it for a day.

The spices I put in just in case are working.

Human persimmons fit in miraculously at times.

But the sense of the day was much more direct than that, and a little closer to miracles.

It was a day with ghosts under the protection of the underworld.

Haru, this. No matter how many times I look at it,'

'Yes, I guess your story was related to dumplings. I don't know exactly what it is, but I think it's right to grab the candle.’

Hwang's grandfather was staring at the white dumpling soup with his head down.

It's been this way since you took a bite of the dumpling.

I don't know what he's thinking. And one day I don't know how it feels.

Of course, I felt enough that it wouldn't be a very good experience, but that's all.

Haru and Yumi did their best to pretend nothing happened.

Because I knew it was time to give time for guests.

Just as the dumplings on the plate seemed to cool down a little, my grandfather stole the eye with a napkin and slowly raised his head.

One day I asked only then.

"Do you like the taste?"

Then, I could see my grandfather's eyes. And then I realized.

I heard the eyes are the windows of the heart.

Grandpa's windows were broken and cracked, and sharp pieces were scattered all over the place.

You've been hiding it until now.

Sometimes, you eat alone in heaven.

She sometimes buys snacks for Yumi and her day.

"...it's delicious. Yes."

"I made it the way my grandfather taught me. Wash the kimchi and put it in."

"Well done, that's the taste. Yeah, that's it."

"That's a relief. I was a little worried. But it's worth it since you're enjoying it's worth it.”

Slurp, slurp.

Hwang's grandfather started eating again.

Without saying anything, quietly.

The expression on his grandfather's face as he slowly ate dumplings seemed more complicated than ever.

"Should I speak to you first?"

I'm sure the spices of the underworld worked.

Unlike other ghosts, the grandfather didn't change much except for a short pause.

I know that there was something difficult about it, and it has to do with dumpling soup.

I wish you could tell me. I wanted to help you.

So I thought I'd ask you first, but I also knew it was not polite.

'Hwang's grandfather won't be here just for today.’

I thought about it for a while and decided to wait for the next time.

Hwang's grandfather, who often left half a bowl of rice these days, emptied the food without leaving a grain of kimchi.

Just before you go home after the payment. Turn your head and look at Haru and Yumi.

"Thank you. Thank you. Really, it was delicious."

"We're more grateful."

"Thank you for the ice cream! Thank you!"

He bowed his head a little and bowed.

Haru and Yumi, a little embarrassed, bowed down completely and greeted politely.

I greeted my grandfather until he disappeared from sight and returned to the restaurant.

Break time. It's time to eat lunch quickly and fill up my stomach for dinner, but strangely I couldn't think of anything to eat.

It wasn't just one day, it was all in the restaurant. There was a moment of silence."How can we help him?"

"Mr. Haru..."

- It's a difficult problem. Well, that's an ironic thing to say, though. I realize again that it's much harder for people to treat than ghosts.

Ghosts are really free.

You don't have to eat, you don't sleep, you don't work. It doesn't even die.

But ironically.

Since they are such free ghosts, Haru, the restaurant owner, is more comfortable to treat than anyone else.

Because you are free, you don't think about the back, because you don't think about the back, and because you are honest, you don't think about the back.

You need to know ghosts to make food for them every day.

What kind of life you've lived, what kind of resentment you've been living so deeply that you can't make it.

But people are different.

You're still living your life, you don't know much about resentment when you're alive, and you make mistakes and regrets because you don't know much.

And it also meant, in other words, that it's not easy to regret when you're alive.

Telling your story to someone else.

It becomes even more difficult if someone is a restaurant owner who hasn't been around for a long.

Maybe he just closed his eyes. …that would have been the case in my old country.'

It would be nosy if I reached out here. You don't know what my grandfather would think, do you?

I would have let it slip with those thoughts. I might have let the opportunity pass by in time.

But if it's a day now.

"It's a family thing, right?”

"I think so, no matter how many times I look at it. It's not like my grandmother isn't coming, and crucially, every time she talks about dumplings."

-Grandpa's expression is...… how should I say it. You looked very sad.

Three people's opinions were collected at one point.

Then should I go find out? Why, because I'm a ghost anyway. I'll just go to my grandfather's house.

"That's a little too much, though. It's not like he's in danger right now, but he just barges into someone else's house?”

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm do you have any other ideas then?

"I don't think so, but I think I know how to behave. What does grandpa want the most right now?"

Grandfather, who used to eat alone every day, cared.

That's why I added a few words to it, and you said thank you and bought me snacks and fruits.

Then the answer is already set.

"I'll have to be your grandchild."

"Then I'm your granddaughter!"

I feel like I'm a real grandpa, but I'm fine. Let's move on!

Who's Haru? He's the best person in the world.

Yumi also vowed to show her best aegyo next to her.

Choi Han-seok said not to say anything weird, but she still looked sincere.

"By the way, Haru, will grandpa come? Of course, he comes once or twice a week. Still."

"It's okay. He'll definitely come tomorrow. It's."

"How do you know that?"

I know. No one knows how you feel. Even if you leave the restaurant smiling, the customers won't come because it's not delicious.

Yumi and Choi Hanseok, who raise the question mark in front of each day for each reason.

But one day I was confident. Stretch your shoulders and answer confidently.

"You ate my food. It's a dish with the spice of King Yeomra. So I'm sure he'll come. 'Cause you'll remember.'"Well, Haru's cooking is magical."

"Taste doesn't matter. Yumi, just like we did to ghosts. With the power of spices from the Lord of the Underworld...…”

I was able to squeeze into the heart of Mr. Hwang who was frozen cold.

It gave me a warm warmth because it was hard dry.

Like I did to ghosts, like I did in the final.

"So he'll definitely come."

No people, no ghosts. Didn't you say there was a slight difference anyway?

Suddenly, I remembered the words of the grim reaper.

I thought it was a little creepy back then, so I roughly told him not to say that, but now that I think about it.

I guess I know what she was thinking when she said it.

Anyhow, a very small plan built up like that.

It was just before the break time ended, so I rolled rice into beef bone soup and ate it, and worked like crazy without breathing until evening.

And the deadline after the evening fell.

All the guests are out, and all the ingredients are out.

After finishing cleaning up the restaurant, the day when I tried to turn off the lights and lock the door murmured quietly.

"After all, you're not here today."

"The Grim Reaper?”

"You asked me to make you a menu. I thought you would come at least once since I made it like this. After all, it's a wrap."

Come to think of it, it was the grim reaper who applied for dumpling soup.

I made something for you, but the person who applied didn't come.

Mr. Hwang's grandfather's job, and he said there's no problem because he's raised enough sales.

Still, the grim reaper is also a regular customer of heaven.

As a president, I couldn't help feeling sorry.

Even if the afterlife doesn't look like it, he has a lot on his mind.

Just in case someone is Choi Han-seok, naturally he helped out with a word.

Haru, who shrugged his shoulders, closed the store shutter with his arm tightened.

"Let's go home!"

"Oh yeah!"

Anyway, it's the happiest time of the day.

After sending Yumi and Ye-young, I trudged home with Choi Han-seok.

The cold outside air felt cool, but it felt nice.

It's a night in Seoul where there are no clouds today and you can see stars from time to time.

While walking down without saying anything, Choi Han-seok opened his mouth first.

Haru, did you see that?

"I can feel it without looking at it. Just, instinctively."

I don't think Yumi noticed. What do you think? Yeyoung is not half ghost like us. She just dipped her toes in the water and took them out. Let's just say she doesn't know.

"Honestly…… I got goosebumps. I know I'm not supposed to say this."

One day I said this earlier.

The grim reaper who placed the order today didn't come to the restaurant.

This is actually half right and half wrong.

The grim reaper of the day didn't come. Instead.

"The creepy sickle. I didn't want to see you again.”

What's going on in Korea? I don't know what's going on in the world.

Another grim reaper came to visit.

An envoy who had previously been briefly indebted to Ike and other city children in the United States.

No, Ripper.

He had been hiding behind an alley with a table paradise, sticking out his head and secretly observing the day.

To be exact...… since Mr. Hwang's grandfather came.

"I don't know what the hell is going on."How am I supposed to know what's inside of the underworld? No, maybe.

"Maybe not the grim reaper. He could be higher."

There were certain people who could do this nonsense.