The two beings who visited heaven on the table returned earlier than expected.

I came to the restaurant as a guest, so of course I ate something, but that was it.

Yeomra wanted dumpling soup, which Hwang had served to his grandfather's son earlier, and Hela wanted ramen a little peculiarly.

Did they want to try it after seeing Korean people eat it like rice?

Yeomra's dumpling soup was already ready, so I could make it in a blink of an eye, and Hella's ramen didn't need to be said.

Still, I thought it was not just ramen, so I added eggs and Hwang's grandfather's dumplings, which were left over, and he said it was delicious and ate it well.

I can't believe it. I don't know if I'm allowed to think this way.'

The people in charge of the underworld of the East and the West are eating dumpling soup and ramen at a snack bar.

I wondered if there was a more ridiculous and ridiculous sentence in the world.

"It's delicious. You can't eat it in the next world."

"You're so... talented. That guy Haru."

"Hella, I told you. I can communicate with ghosts, warm heart and way of speaking. Even after all this, one day is already a great cook."

"Certainly, it's a taste you can't dream of in hell. Especially this chewy noodle."

Even Yeomra and Hella seem to be very happy with the meal.

Haru, the chef who cooked, said, "It's weird that he's like that after eating ramen." But the customer was satisfied.

Waiting for the meal of the two beings to end, the reaper approached carefully.

He added a word with the greeting that he enjoyed the apple pie he had previously given to him, saying that the head he had been beaten by Hella was still bitter.

"President Haru, is he okay?"

"I can't believe you're fine. What?

"No. I'm nervous. Or you can't see. You feel like you're about to fall into a coma, feel nauseous, or your soul is about to disappear. Don't you think so?”

"Not even a little. I think you're just a guest, so I'm not sure."

To be honest, I wasn't too nervous.

When I thought about coming to Hella after Yeomra, I naturally had a cold sweat, but Hwang's grandfather's work worked out well.

In addition, Yeomra already had a facial expression with a day.

Besides, Hella's looks, like. Should I say it's too unrealistic?

So there was something more casual. But Ripper's common sense may not have been the case.

He opened his mouth so wide that he wondered if his jaw would fall out at this rate, and looked at the day as if he were seeing an angel from heaven.

"That's amazing, really."

"What?"

"No, seriously. When ordinary people go next to Hella, their souls escape from their bodies, and when they meet eyes with Hella, their souls are torn apart. 'Cause President Haru is fine.'

"……oh, that's a little bit."

I thought it was a joke, but when I saw Ripper's eyes, I realized at once that it wasn't.

Well, there's no one in the world who plays this kind of trick in front of the person.

Even the grim reaper was looking at the day with a headache on his head as if he had a headache.

It means the reaper is not wrong.

Haru, who gulped and swallowed dry saliva, once again looked at Yeomra and Hela, who were eating while talking to each other.

Well, it turns out he's only a guest now.

* * *"Go home safely."

The two guests, who came late at night and shook up the restaurant, returned without making a bigger issue than expected.

You can say that you really only ate.

Of course, the restaurant was completely blacked out and the lights were lit with goblin lights. what

But for one thing, when it was time to pay for the meal, what Hella said stuck in my head.

'You said you'd already paid. The price of a meal.'

I didn't give you presents like I used to, nor did I give you time or money.

It's another enigmatic thing to say. They already gave us something, but we don't know what they gave us.

So I decided to forget about it for now.

I didn't need much for one day, and I had a lot to do.

Hwang's grandfather's work has gone by, and things like being or underworld have been tangled up like bean sprouts that have been boiled for too long.

Now that I think about it, I just thought that it was a normal thing that always happened.

Some elderly customers who visited the restaurant told me.

Hwang's grandfather's funeral ended very well, and his son bought land near their hometowns and even took his mother on the mountain to build two tombs?

While talking about it, the elders in the neighborhood laughed and drank makgeolli, saying that there was no such filial son in the world.

One day, I politely poured alcohol into the glass, saying, "It's a good thing.

It's been more than a week since then.

Chirirring~

A normal, no different evening.

Since the ghost did not come, I was slowly getting the last guest and preparing for the deadline, and the door opened late and a guest appeared.

The face Haru knows. The voice you've been waiting for.

"It's a little late."

"It's okay. I've been busy, too.”

"Chef Haru, you're always busy. Of course, you'll be busier now."

A man wearing a nice fedora and coat and shining cold eyes as usual.

It was Adam who came back to keep his promise to open a restaurant.

"Are you done? The trip to Korea."

"I don't know if I should call it a trip. I tried to find my original intention. It's my last job as a chef and a restaurant consultant, and I have to do my best."

Adam said he entered Korea and traveled after the Food Grand Prix.

At first, he traveled around his hometown, the United States and Europe, and turned to Korea because he thought he couldn't.

"I ate a lot of food, and I talked to a lot of people."

"Korea is a good country to travel."

"That's right. There's good transportation, and people are all kind to outsiders. Crucially, different regions have different tastes even if it's from region to region. I don't know how you feel, but it's amazing that there's this much difference in this small country.”

"Because you're right."

A small country.

It was Adam who expressed Korea in that way, but he did not intend to deny it for one day.

Compared to Europe and the U.S. where he spent his entire life, Korea was actually a small country.

However, even within that small country, unique and unique food cultures were well developed in each region.

Adam said it was most impressive.

"I think I know piece by piece what 'love' is that Chef Haru emphasized so much. Did Chef Haru have a good time?”

"Me, too. We prepared a lot. I shouldn't be bothering you."I thought a lot, I felt a lot. In particular, Hwang's grandfather's work was crucial.

I've been thinking about making my grandfather holy grail and finding his own answer for a few days.

And I was convinced that the answer would be much like what Adam found and thought.

The two chefs now have similarities.

"I've decided."

"Me, too."

So the story went on without hesitation and quickly.

It wasn't about what kind of restaurant to build.

We've already decided on such things. Now, we're going to talk about small details.

"I wish the location was Seoul."

"It's totally difficult in Seoul. Even if you take out everything else, the price of the land is too high. "People have a lot of money, so they can make bold dishes at a bolder price."

"The risk is too low. I think we should leave this out of the question. So I was looking towards Gyeonggi-do.”

"Incheon and Dongtan are not bad either. Or going somewhere close to Hongdae...…”

Where would you do it if you set up a store?

What concept, what price range, and what dishes will be served to customers.

Close the restaurant and enjoy light food.

Haru and Adam talked excitedly, not knowing if the night was up, as if they had promised to do this today.

Yumi sat still next to the day and listened to the story of the two.

I didn't know what she was thinking or feeling.

One day, I didn't send such Yumi home first.

It was also because Yumi knew that she could get something from listening to this story, but the biggest reason is.

"Well, then let's call it a day. But the blueprint came out sooner than I thought."

"I was surprised, too. Chef Adam, weren't you only in Korea for about a month? I thought you were a Korean who can only speak Korean. You're so well-knit."

"What a compliment. Then we only need to discuss one thing……”

A new restaurant. No, it's a restaurant. That's for Michelin, too.

You have to concentrate your whole mind. Restaurants are much larger, much more delicate than restaurants.

Much more people than restaurants, like organs in one body, have to share roles to work.

The most important thing in such a place is, of course, a head chef who acts as a head. It's the place that Haru will take over.

So now that you've set up a restaurant, you have to pay all your attention to it for a day.

I wake up early in the morning, go to the market, look carefully, buy ingredients, and decide what to make today.

We'll be back to heaven to cook.

That can't be true. It is physically impossible.

In other words

"What are you going to do about Table Heaven? Chef Haru."

Adam asked calmly. There was still a chill in his eyes.

Gulp.

Was it expected to happen this way? Yumi swallowed a dry saliva.

She didn't look back on the day.

Just sitting there, Adam pushed it even harder. He was a real man.

"I have to decide. Whether to put heaven on the table or to shorten the plan of the restaurant we have now...….”

"I'm going to let go. Table heaven."

Haru answered without hesitation. Yumi flinched.

"Are you all right? "Even if you put it at once.""I'm letting go of my hand. No matter how many times I think about it, I can't run a table paradise while preparing for a restaurant. I don't know if it's half done, but it's not polite to customers. At least in my hands, I'

Instead.

Haru had someone who could move on his behalf, perhaps his third hand.

"But if Yumi has any thoughts.”

"I'll do it. I'll do it."

Yumi rushed as if she had waited for this moment.

Haru and Adam met eyes and grinned.