The grim reaper replied. As a question, bait the other way around.

"The day is... .. How long before the restaurant opens."

She's been having a hard time with the staff for the past few days. I seriously contacted Adam and wondered if I should postpone launching the restaurant. But thanks to the underworld, I think that problem will be solved. As Adam is the consultant attached to it, there will be a breeze in the preparation.

Choi Han-seok has founded a restaurant that Haru has been looking forward to so many times.

He picked five stars himself, and including all his disciples, there were more around the world.

Even Adam could be sure because he had been watching for a long time.

Short for a month, long for two months.

And so was the Grim Reaper.

In a really implacable, clear voice, as if it were a lie to be completely drunk until just now.

Looking into Choi Hanseok's eyes.

"That's enough for Choi Han-seok."

-This time... -You can't put it off, can you?

"Don't be ridiculous. No matter how much Haru is treated as an irregular in the afterlife and is writing history. Haru and you are different. You know?"

The underworld is more selfish than you think?

"It's selfish and it's human at the same time. Don't worry too much. You knew it. I have to make it independent someday. There comes a moment when sticking together becomes a burden."

It's bitter, yeah.

"It's a ghost. We are."

We said,

We have room for life, unlike a day that is still a human body.

The grim reaper said the ghost had already lost its body and left only its soul.

And the end of such a ghost is always fixed.

Like a man dies one day. There was a place where the ghost that was wandering had to return.

Choi Han-seok had no intention of resisting the causality.

Rather, I intend to walk back proudly when the time comes. But, still.

Isn't it up to you to slow down a little?

"If it's a ghost's heart, it's true."

It was a little out of the blue, but I wanted a can of beer. With the grim reaper.

Maybe she was thinking the same thing.

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Watching the morning sun rise, the grim reaper suddenly disappeared.

* * *

Has it been about three days since the day accepted the proposal of the grim reaper?

The two chefs she promised came earlier than expected.

It's like you've even submitted a resume.

I thought I'd come around early in the morning and greet you like other ghosts.

As a matter of fact, it wasn't a chance. Hong Hyuk-sam and Roland came in broad daylight.

This is also the appearance of a man in his 30s dressed in improved hanboks and suits.

How did you recognize them at once when they were mixed in with the guests?

It's wrong. I had no choice but to find out, wouldn't it be more accurate?

"……it really stands out."

"I know, Haru. Should we respond to this?”

"Do you have to do that? Let's just pretend we don't know. Yes."

At lunch time, the noisy table heaven suddenly began to rumble.

Even Ye-young, who was on her way back from delivery, burst into laughter when she saw the visuals beyond imagination. I'm sure he does.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"How has the food of the world improved so much while I was away?"

"Magic, magic really does exist. It is unbelievable. This is what meat tastes like? Even though I didn't force myself to pour the spices! It tastes like this without any smell! Ugh!"The two guests look awkward even when they look at each other. They look like they're from a fantasy novel.

He walked majestically in, ordered the table of heaven, and was suddenly sobbing like crazy.

And that. I'm not crying because I'm sad.

You'll know when you think about what you're saying while crying.

It's because the food of the day tastes so shocking.

In the end, a worse day came to a halt.

"Well... customers? What's wrong with you, all of a sudden? Was there something wrong with the food?”

Then Roland flicked his head up.

He was a westerner with yellowish hair and blue eyes.

"Problem? Of course there is! It's a taste that denies all the dishes I've ever made in my life."

Hyuksam, who was next to me, said a word.

"The food I usually cook for you is delicious, delicious. He was eating well. He suddenly went to the field and blamed me for something I didn't like. There's a reason."

"The same goes for Hella. In the hundreds of years since we died, the taste of the world has changed a lot. The sauce and the quality of the recipe and ingredients are the same. Our queen, resting in her grave, will come back to life."

"So there's only one answer."

"That's right……I can't stand it."

LOL! LOL! LOL!

The two people, who were crying out for the ground to die, suddenly began laughing their heads off, looking at the day to see if something had worked.

It was really crazy to come this far.

I know I'm not supposed to say this, but in the eyes of a day, it's like.

"Are they the ones who hit X? Mr. Haru, shall we just call the police?”

"Yes, Ye-young. Shh! Guests will hear you!"

I felt like Ye-young replaced what Haru wanted to say, but it must have been just a feeling.

Anyway, the break time after lunch.

When Haru had a deep conversation with the two after explaining the situation roughly to Yeyoung, who was out of focus.

Only then one day I could understand them a little.

'Eventually, it's the same chef.’

The reason why the two acted like maniacs was quite simple.

First of all, run by such a blue young day.

Even realizing that the food in a small, everyday restaurant is more delicious than they have ever made.

In fact, if it's obvious, it's a matter of course. Humanity has evolved, and so has taste.

They couldn't keep up with the current synthetic sweeteners or condiments.

And the second is, rather so.

Because they were confident that they could jump over the walls of their skills and tastes as if they were jumping high as a pole.

"Just let me do whatever you want me to do anything. Well, I'm confident I'll learn quickly. Especially if it's Korean food! You'll be satisfied no matter what. I'm confident.”

"You said restaurant, didn't you? Ha! You've got the right person. You know it's not just the taste that matters in the restaurant. The atmosphere in the kitchen creates the atmosphere of the restaurant, so I'll bend everything."

Hyuksam and Roland bowed their heads to Haru, growling as if they were competing against each other.

"Ahaha... I get it. But I'll try the teachers' cooking."

"You're the chef. I'm going to be a staff member from now on, so please feel free to call me."

"Are you all right?”

"He's dead anyway. What's the use of age when you're alive?"

"Okay, then Hyuk-sam and Roland. Can you show me the cooking first? I'll lend you the kitchen."Didn't the cook say a dish of cooking rather than a hundred or a thousand words?

The same is true of the two. One day, I was convinced that it would be much better to ask for a dish and try it.

"Wow...." I've never lived before, and I'm going to try the food made by Master Colonel during the Joseon Dynasty."

I'm glad you gave me plenty of time.

Like those who have devoted more than their lives to cooking, Hyuksam and Roland understood modern ingredients and sauces only by finger-tapping them a few times.

From what I hear, in the afterlife and hell, modern chefs came to visit almost every day.

Most said it was just holy grail.

As far as food is concerned, not only did no one exist as deep as them, but were Yeomra and Hella already satisfied with their cooking?

That might be why Hyuksam and Roland are on fire like this.

They used to cook meals for the two beings in charge of the afterlife and hell.

It was a long way from imagining how high that pride would be.

About an hour after the break time was almost full. It's done.

"Gungjung tteokbokki and...…. lasagna."

Homely food of each country that is simple.

The ingredients used are just random in the market, and they don't have much finesse.

Since the rice cake of tteokbokki and pasta of lasagna were just used for marketing, perhaps the artistry of it is over.

However, when Haru carefully tasted the two dishes.

And at a time when the two chefs, who lack the words of legend, were nervous about the reaction of the day.

"Hmm. Definitely."

"How do you like it?"

"Does it taste... good?"

He could be sure.

"Welcome to our home-cooked restaurant. Chefs."

It was delicious. Really.

Royal tteokbokki and lasagna pasta.

It was a food that was faithful to the basics and didn't deviate from the basics.

The taste and flavor were filling the inside. I know the taste, but it was more delicious than this.

When Haru readily threw the OK sign, Hyuksam and Roland held hands as if they had ever growled and were very happy.

Haru, who was looking at them for a while, glanced at the clock.

"We have about 15 minutes until business resumes."

Then he walked back into the kitchen, washed his hands neatly and rolled up his sleeves.

He took the knife of love and hatred, which he had more time in his hand than he had left so far, and spoke confidently.

"Please wait a little longer. I'll show you a better taste than the one you just made."

Two chefs who showed me extreme taste, but I don't know.

It's quite naughty in a way, but I was confident one day.

I'm confident that I can make the same food that's one step better than that.

…and exactly 15 minutes later.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I was a frog in a well!"

"I can assure you. While I'm back at the restaurant with my new body! I'll learn all the secrets of Chef Haru!"

Again, the table heaven is filled with cries of great wailing, and laughter of a torn stomach.

'As expected of the Grim Reaper. You introduced a funny person.’

The kitchen at the home-cooked restaurant seemed to be much more noisy than expected.

One day, I picked up my cell phone and texted Adam.

I'm ready.

Now, you said it's time to open a restaurant.