-Haaaaaaaaaaa...This is it. This is it! This rolled omelet, this is the best!

Spicy stir-fried pork is so good. It's spicy and sweet. It doesn't smell at all. Ugh, it's such a laughable!

This evening, there were two guests at the 'Warm Day', a haunted cart bar.

A ghost of a man in his 40s wearing a construction site hat and a ghost of a female student who looks like a college student.

At the end of the day, he ordered a bowl of rice and rolled omelet.

I ordered an additional bottle of soju. Let's use the red lid.

It's really not that big of a deal.

When asked why Haru is a high-paid meal, he said he liked it because he felt affectionate.

One rolled omelet might be a little boring, so I'll fry the stir-fried pork for you. I told you, it's really nice, he declined.

You said that eggs and rice are enough, and that kimchi would be perfect.

Lol, this is happiness!

The man who put a glass of soju in his mouth and ate a lot of rice, rolled omelet, and kimchi smiled so happily.

"Do you like it?"

It's not just right. I feel like I'm literally alive. I've been so hungry. Thanks to you, I can have a hearty meal and a drink. Hahaha...

An old man who laughs happily, saying he can't stop laughing.

The same goes for ghosts who visited restaurants during the oral fairy tale, and most of the ghosts responded to Haru's meal.

Laughing out loud saying you're happy to die, or crying out loud saying you're so happy and grateful.

Anyway, it's because I was so happy, so in a way, I can say it's one.

"Take your time and eat a lot. There's still a little time left until 2 o'clock. It's our first day, so there aren't many customers.”

Like this!

Haru smiled and poured a drink into the uncle's cup.

I don't want to write myself out, though.

Is he getting drunk? The red-nosed man shouted as he emptied his glasses one after another.

Oh, hey, hey. Thank you, bachelor. Yeah, I shouldn't be doing this. I'll bring a lot of people tomorrow if he's okay. There are a lot of ghosts in my situation in the residential area around here.

"What do you mean ghosts in your place?"

- People who were killed working on construction sites. Fall to death, be crushed to death, or die of overwork. There are a lot of ghosts around here who died like that. They're trying to raise the building quickly, so they're just taking everyone. He didn't give me any equipment.

"Ahhhhhaha.

- Most of them are poor people. No houses, no houses. I don't have a family to set up a mortuary. That's why I'm just wandering around. I thought, "This is the building I built. I really buried my bones."

The uncle spoke calmly, but he couldn't calm down the day he listened.

I laughed for a while and filled the uncle's drink again.

Thank you so much for that alone, he silently drank.

I'm going to get going now. Today's meal was so delicious! Can I come again tomorrow? I'll bring my friends!

"Of course. I'd be happy if you could. Oh, you can pay as much as you want to eat. The amount of money in the afterlife doesn't really matter."

It's more of a heart than a sum, right? Then I'll pay 10,000 won! It was twice as delicious as the 5,000 won stir-fried pork over rice sold at the snack bar in front of here. Thank you so much. Haru.Opening her purse from her pocket, she took out a 10,000 won bill and put it down in front of the day.

It was a character wallet with Hello Kitty on it, and someone who was using something similar came to mind and it made my nose turn sour.

As soon as she went out of the cart bar, she became a little blurry and disappeared.

Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

When I put my hand on the 10,000 won I left behind, the light came out as usual and disappeared.

The hands of the wrist went back about three hours.

"Three hours...It's a little lacking, though. Still, we'll have more customers tomorrow."

Most ghost guests who tasted the food of the day did.

He said he cannot taste this alone, bringing other ghosts he knows.

That's why I rarely had to worry about having no customers for one day.

"In fact, there's something else to worry about.”

Why? Are you afraid you'll come tomorrow too? That bumpy can from before.

Haru, who checked his wristwatch, sighed a little while looking outside the cart bar.

Likewise, when Choi Han-seok, who was looking around, asked implicitly, Haru nodded.

"You said that thug. I'll be back tomorrow night. You said you wouldn't see anything good if you didn't pay for the protection. I thought all thugs were gone."

Gang

It was the identity of the suit man who visited Haru and Choi Han-seok earlier.

About 30 minutes after opening the cart bar, someone came, so I thought it was only a customer at first.

I wore a rough suit with a bumpy body, but I thought I'd be broken by my boss at work.

It's more common for office workers to stop by a cart bar and have a drink on their way home from work.

But you suddenly introduced yourself as a furlough belonging to a local association, and if you want to do business, don't you want me to pay for protection?

The name was furry, and it was so ridiculous that I almost ascended to heaven.

Earlier, he scuffled for about 30 minutes and barely returned him to talk again tomorrow, but the man went back with his eyes wide open, saying he would come back at the same time tomorrow.

You've been sprinkling salt for a day. With an angry face. When did you become a gangster? Even if the times have advanced, I think people live in the same place, looking at things like that.

"Wow, chef, you looked like a real old man."

Hey, you're a couple of years older and you're a bunch of eggs!

Anyway, I couldn't help but worry about it.

I didn't expect the gangster to get involved in the business that I thought would only be comfortable.

"What should I do? I think he'll come again tomorrow. Do I really have to report it to the police?"

The first thing that comes to mind is the police. Hmm.

Around Haru and Choi Hanseok putting their heads together.

The man who had already sipped a second bottle of soju opened his mouth with a grin.

Haru and Choi Han-seok's eyes turned to the unusual tone.

Gangsters wouldn't be a cop. Noryangjin gangsters are so hard. You think there's one or two police connections?

Huh? What? You seem to know something, old man.

Of course! I told you I was rolling in a construction site. About 30 years ago. Back then, we pushed ahead with the redevelopment, so gangsters used it together. You said it was a service. Anyway, I guess they were still active.Haru and Choi Han-seok made eye contact for a moment.

Soon the two began to move without saying anything.

Choi Han-seok took out another bottle of soju, and one day, he quickly made an egg roll and handed it to his uncle.

"This is a service. Mister."

Oh, thank you!

The man, who seemed to smile satisfactorily, continued to open his mouth, eating a piece of freshly made, fluffy egg roll.

They're called the "Baekbeom faction. Funny name, huh? At first, I thought they were nothing, but they're bigger than I thought. He's strong.

"Mr. Man, what do I do? One of the thugs who said he'd be back tomorrow."

What can we do? They can't mess with anyone. It's one of the two. Just give me a seat or do business somewhere else. Considering that there's a businessman here in Noryangjin, there's no one who hasn't gone through Baekbeompa.

What, that's all? Well, some weird ways. Don't you have any connections or anything?

What do you want from a construction worker? After all, they're very solid guys. Dinosaurs! The members of the organization are kind of big, but they're still big.

At the end of the day, I meant to be careful.

Like the saying that in Rome, if you want to do business properly in Noryangjin, you have to obey the laws of the Baekbeom faction?

When Choi Han-seok, disappointed by the unnourished words, sneaked a glance at the man who even received the service, he said one more word.

Oh, I remember that, too. The boss of Baekbeompa visited our new town construction site once, and it looked more warm than I thought. The fur all over my body is fluffy, and I heard the name is hairy.

"What? Fur?"

Yes, furry. Anyway, I saw that Baekbeom's loyalties were amazing. He almost looked like a father. Maybe, if he can grill it and cook it, it will be very convenient for him to sell.

"Even the person who came to our restaurant earlier introduced himself to be a hairy cat. Do you think he's the boss? But the man's fur wasn't very fluffy...….”

- Well, I don't know that. It's been a while. It could be the 2nd leader. Or the real leader might have shaved his hair. Anyway, I mean, it's better to be careful.

I couldn't figure out what was going on.

Who's the Baekbeom faction and who's the leader?

My head just throbbed at the thought of something bothering me.

The man, who emptied another bottle of soju easily to see if he was drunk, pulled the chair and stood up.

Well, anyway, I had a nice drink. You're a great cook, bachelor. I will bring my friends again tomorrow. Here's the money for a meal.

"Oh, thank you. Get in there."

Bring me more useful information tomorrow, old man. I'll make you something more delicious.

Huh, I got it's okay. Okay, thanks anyway! Thanks to you, I'm going to spend the night hot. Hehehe!

The man, who left the table with a nice smile until the end, left.

He paid 20,000 won in crumpled bills, including alcohol, but six hours went by as the money he touched disappeared.

With this, the total income for this evening is nine hours.

It wasn't as bad as I thought, considering it was the first business with only two customers.There are still about two weeks left.

I saw off the returning man and it was almost 1 a.m.

Only two hours are left before the door closes.

"Well, we're gonna have to sort it out today, right?”

Right. I don't think there will be more customers. Uh, let's discuss it a little more when we get home. Who's the Baekbeom faction? Who's the furry one? Oh man, Dooya...….

Leaving behind Choi Han-seok, who had a headache, the day slowly began to organize the cart bar.

To be honest, cleaning up was all about cleaning up the food and bringing in chairs.

So I lowered the sign and turned off the gas valve, and someone barged in front of the cart.

A burly man in a suit.

He looked at Haru and Choi Han-seok alternately with surprised rabbit eyes.

What's this? It smells like food...…? Spicy. I think it's my favorite stir-fried spicy pork. I mean, how the hell...….

Unlike earlier, the ghost was clear because there was no sound of footsteps and it had burst through the cover of the cart bar.

Haru and Choi Han-seok, who were looking at him, thought of something at the same time and made eye contact.

Haru, are you thinking the same thing?

"I think so, Chef. Then....”

First of all, the man's outfit is similar to the gangster he visited earlier.

His appearance was exactly the same as that of his uncle's ghost.

The leader of the Baekbeom faction.

A man with a bandit-like appearance, covered in fluffy fur all over his body.

Haru asked carefully.

"Well, sir. Do you happen to know Baekbeompa's fur?"

Then the man exclaimed, startled.

What, what, do you know me?!