Whoops!

The sound of meat on a heated grill makes me feel good at any time.

It's a wake-up call to the most basic human instincts.

I can hear saliva coming out of my mouth and my stomach growling in the stomach.

Fire!

Then what about a fire show that can be called the finishing touch of a food truck?

After applying sweet sauce to some baked patties, use a torch to flavor the fire.

Not only does the surface of the meat quickly seared, but the sauce burns slightly, sending out a tremendous flavor and smell to the surrounding area.

The sound of the mouth reacting first, and the irresistibly delicious smell.

In a way, it was natural for tired and hungry people to flock.

Although the one-day food truck, "A reliable day," is a little far from the main commercial district, many people came as if they were attracted to something.

Of course, most of them were students.

"Sir, I'd like two sweet ones here, please. Come on!"

"Do we have chili here? I don't have much time, so if you don't mind, a little faster...….”

"Did you happen to have a lot of backlogs?”

Orders rushed in like waves.

Before I knew it, there was a short line behind the truck.

Even though the line was increasing, let alone shrinking, I calmly made food at a tremendous speed without a single blink of an eye.

Not only did it not complicate the composition of the menu itself in the first place, but it was because the order amount was nothing for a day that had been through all the hardships.

Screeching! Screeching!

I thought while grilling eight large tteokgalbi at once.

It wasn't even compared to this in the old oral fairy tale. There was a time when I had to cook a course meal for nearly a thousand people a day.'

The food truck business was originally well-known for its difficulty, but it seemed that it could not be compared to the labor intensity of Koo Jeon-hwa, a Michelin three-star restaurant.

One day, he turned the patty upside down with one hand, tore the lettuce with one hand, and at the same time looked at the guests enjoying their sandwiches.

Of course, it's worth the same.’

Whether it was a Michelin restaurant or a food truck in the middle of Noryangjin, it was everything to serve delicious food to customers as a chef.

"Oh, my gosh, the juice is crazy! Can this taste bring out this price? Why I found this now. I feel like I lost half my life. Don't you think so?"

"I know! I was sick of cup rice and convenience store food. It doesn't taste cheap, and it doesn't. It's rather luxurious. You're the best."

"How long have you been a store goddess? I think I'll be sad if it's been a few more days. 'Cause I regret not being here sooner!'

"Huh, it's my first day of business, but more people came than I thought……. I'm so grateful for everything."

"Of course you have to come! I've never had such a delicious sandwich in my life. I don't think everyone would have imagined that we would be able to eat proper tteok-galbi instead of the frozen ones we ate in Noryangjin.”

A hooded student, with his mouth full of sauce, raised his thumb for the day.

Most of the others' responses were consistent.

Looking at customers tasting sandwiches full of mouth, saying, "Delicious, delicious!" I couldn't help but smile.Haru, I don't know if I'm the only one feeling this, but it's good that the business is doing better than I thought. Do they usually eat like this?

'I've been a little worried about it for a while...….’

Choi Han-seok, who was floating in the air and looking at the students carefully, said with a worried look.

In fact, a day was also a time when I was thinking so.

No matter how fast and light sandwiches are, Noryangjin's students felt a little different.

Just like Choi Han-seok's metaphor, he feels like he is literally combatant.

To fill my stomach rather than taste, to save even a few minutes.

The day was rather nerve-wracking to see if he would get indigestion.

"Hey, let's eat this together. I'm going to choke."

"Oh, you don't have to give it to me like this……thank you!"

"Please consider it an open service. Hehe."

In less than five minutes, I couldn't see a student who was almost done eating two sandwiches, so I held out a can of coke.

The student bowed his head to say thank you and opened the lid and shot it in one shot.

It wasn't even a small can.

"Wow……"

"Thank you very much, sir! I'll definitely come back tomorrow!"

"Thank you. Have a nice day!"

Almost all the students were like that.

I even watched online lectures or memorized English words while eating in such a hurry.

Looking at that, I felt sorry for a corner of my heart, whether it was Haru or Choi Han-seok.

I never felt sorry for the students studying here, but strangely, I felt gloomy.

Let's wrap this up. I don't think the customers are coming.

"Yes! I'll clean it up quickly and settle the bill right away. Then we can prepare for the night sale, right?”

That's right!

It wasn't until about 9 p.m. that the first day of business was over.

Even the students who eat late dinner are completely gone.

Of course, Noryangjin's private academy was crowded until this time.

There were so many students who worked hard until late at night.

However, since he had to do business with ghosts at night, he planned to close the food truck around 8 or 9 p.m.

An indisputable smile was hung around the mouth of the day when the amount and quantity of food sold today were checked.

I think more than 100 servings have been sold enough. Didn't it go so well for the first day?

"Chef, your calculation is also accurate. A total of 115 sandwiches were sold. About 30 drinks were sold there. Roughly calculated...….”

It was only open for about eight hours and sold 115 sandwiches.

Even though it's a wallpaper a little far from the center of business.

There was a reason that students flocked through word of mouth, and the fact that one person ate two, saying that young customers were not satisfied with one taste, contributed to the fact that many people ate two.

"662,500 won! I sold it for almost 700,000 won!"

Of course, sales were 660,000 won.

Still, it was a significant profit for a food truck.

If we exclude the cost of food and utility bills, we have about 400,000 won left.

If the company does business for a full month, it can earn as much as 10 million won a month.

Besides, today is the first day of business.

There were quite a few students who said they would definitely come with their friends, so I couldn't help but expect business to be much better from tomorrow.Wow, that's awesome. How's it going, Haru? Don't you feel good? When I'm paying after a day's business. There's a taste that you can't feel in restaurants.

"I mean, it's the first time I've had my own money in my own restaurant. What should I say, the weight is completely different? Anyway, I'm very excited."

- That's why we're selling. For the fun of serving delicious food and counting money!

It was a day when he worked on oral fairy tales and rarely spent money, so there was never a small amount of money in his bank account.

He had little to do with money, but the money he earned today was definitely different.

It seemed like 3,000 won, which was served and received warm ramen by Hana who first visited the restaurant, meant more than money.

"Well, let's switch to a cart bar right away! Now that we've succeeded in dealing with people, we're going to have to deal with ghosts!"

Yeah, yeah. Whoa. I'm actually more nervous about this, Haru.

After passing Choi Han-seok, who said he was a little nervous, Haru jumped out of the food truck and approached the sign.

When I turned the sign that said "A reliable day" in bright yellow upside down, a new black sign called "Warm Day" appeared.

This is how we decided to change the name of the cart bar in the evening.

"Morning is good, and dinner is supposed to be warm.

I agree. Honestly, the sign was witty. Maybe it's because it's a young guy's hair, but I like it because it's very sinky.

"But you came up with the idea, didn't you? I'll cook one main dish each day, and I'll make the rest as much as I can with the food that the ghosts want."

In response to Choi Han-seok's words, he opened the front of the folded truck.

When I laid down the red chair, seven seats were created where I could eat facing Haru.

Haru and Choi Han-seok's dinner cart, Warm Day, was a bit different from ordinary cart bars.

They don't sell many foods such as udon, chicken feet, and eel, but hang one main menu that changes every day as the main menu.

After that, when a guest comes and says what he or she wants to eat, he or she makes it.

For your information, today's main menu was red stir-fried spicy pork.

The best soju snack that comes to mind when you think of a cart bar.

I didn't know how much it would cost, so I made about five servings lightly.

"Well, let's get to business.”

With bright lights giving off the atmosphere of the night, the food truck quickly turned into a small cart bar.

For this, a day deliberately paid a little more to get a big food truck.

It was rather good to do business in a place where not many students attended.

It's true that street stalls are located in these residential alleys.

Haru, I think someone is coming. Isn't this your first time?

"Really? Oh!"

It's a little bit. It does look very ugly. I think you're a customer because you're walking straight this way.

Choi Han-seok, who was pacing outside the cart bar to see who was coming, rushed in and said.

The excitement of the first guest of the day was also shrugged.

Sure enough, it wasn't long before someone showed up.

"Welcome, sir! It's a warm day!"

I greeted the first customer with pleasure.He was a man in his 30s dressed in a black suit, and as Choi Han-seok said, his impression was definitely a bit harsh.

It was a man, not a ghost, who came in with a tent lifted.

The body was bumpy and the top button of the dress shirt was a little loose, but I was wondering what the problem was.

"First of all, would you like to sit somewhere comfortable? I'll give you the basic side dish. We have stir-fried spicy pork today, but if there's anything you want, I'll make you something simple."

A day to greet guests with a smile as usual.

But there was something strange about the man's reaction.

Even though I was told to sit down, he just stood there staring at me for the day.

Huh? Wait a minute. Haru, you don't think...….

Immediately after Choi Han-seok, who sensed something strange, frowned, a big man shouted in a harsh voice.

"You. Who's permission are you to do business here?"