There's a lot more cooking media than I thought.

Someone said that a man cannot live without food, clothing, and shelter.

Inevitably, all activities and cultures that people do are intertwined with food, clothing and clothing, and are important.

The same goes for cooking. People can't live without food, and few people don't like it.

Naturally, the proportion is large in writing, painting, webtoons, novels, dramas, etc.

From simply introducing recipes and food programs to dramas set in restaurants and restaurants these days.

And there's a scene where you can't miss out on a restaurant or something like that's It's just like this.

"Today's soup four, five dumplings, five fish pasta, and five more!"

"Yes, chef!"

It is not strange to mistake this place as a battlefield if a stranger hears it.

Commander Hedchef continues to deliver orders.

Many of the chefs below, under the order, move in perfect order according to the structure and what they have trained to cook.

Those who carry knives instead of guns and bring them to food ingredients, not to the enemy.

Those who have worked together for more than three months now had such close comradeship that others thought they were old men.

Of course, the atmosphere can't always be good.

"Huh? Chef Myeong, what are you doing?"

"Huh? I, why?"

"Why? Why? Can't you see the stainless pan? The sauce is all boiled down. You didn't turn off the heat?”

"Oh, wait a minute. I definitely turned it off. I turned it off because I was going to turn it off. I know."

Head chefs usually cook, but they don't have much weight.

There are many reasons, but there are also reasons why Haru is "full of time."

One day, even though he was a head chef, he jumped into the middle of the battlefield and cooked. It is also the most important source part.

But again today, a subtle burning smell stuck in my nose somewhere, and I turned my head around, and as expected.

"Clean up right now and make sure your cooking doesn't get pushed back. And see me later, Chef Myung."

"Yes...…I'm sorry, Chef Haru."

Things happen several times a day in the kitchen.

There is a reason why knives and fires are used, but all the more so because each detail was an important fine dining.

After the morning trade, when everyone held their breath, we let all the guests out and take a break.

One day, I quietly called Chef Myung who made a mistake.

"Are you kidding me?!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

I yelled out loud enough to be heard by all the chefs in the kitchen.

There was definitely a reason.

Chef Myung was a newbie and the youngest in the kitchen not long after he started cooking, and he often made mistakes when he got hurt because of his careless personality.

Crucially, the battlefield of the kitchen was a place where everyone stumbled the moment one person was disorganized.

During the scolding, I felt that other chefs who were eating in the kitchen were looking at him.

The two strong left and right arms of the day from the underworld should be setting the mood well, but all the other chefs are still wary of the day.The reason is simple. Haru is a head chef.

Like when a day used to work in a oral fairy tale. Now the up and down has completely changed, and that's all.

Park Joo-hyuk's former role is now played by Haru.

Park Joo-hyuk also had a day like that, and it was none other than Choi Han-seok who yelled at him.

As I was scolded, I thought one day. You're scolding me for nothing. What's this? Why are you getting in so much trouble. But now.

'Something's making me think a lot.'

Several seniors, including Choi Han-seok and Park Joo-hyuk, were right.

Restaurants were much more difficult and demanding jobs than restaurants. Even more if you get hit by the head.

"I'm sorry, really. Chef, I didn't mean to do that. I'm going to stay up all night studying, and I'm going to do my best. Of course, it's just an excuse, but...….”

Maybe it's because I scolded him too loudly. Chef Myung's eyes are a little moist.

He was the last chef to enter a restaurant home-cooked meal, the youngest of the 25-year-old, and a new chick who had just been discharged from the army for a year.

Other chefs of oral fairy tales were added to fill the seats and entered the practice, but they were selected due to a lack of manpower, and in fact, there were many better options.

But Haru picked him for one reason though.

"Chef Myeong, remember what I said during the interview?"

"Of course. I didn't choose it based on my cooking skills."

"What did you see when you picked it?"

"……Eyes. My eyes are sparkling, I think I'm someone who wants to learn."

"So my cooking skills are later. You don't have to, at least for now. But one thing is, you can't repeat the mistakes you made before. I can't see it with my eyes open. Learn more, tenaciously. I know you're working hard, but I can't help it."

It was so bright that the snow that caught my eye among the countless interviewers was now black with dark circles down to my chin.

It's a procedure that all new chefs go through once in a while, but it must be very hard.

"……thank you, Chef. I'll do my best."

"Go in. We don't have much time, so hurry up and eat."

"Chef, don't you eat?"

"I'm not very hungry. You go in first."

"Yep, thank you! I won't let you down, I'll do my best!"

The name of the face that was dying quickly regained its vitality. I thought it was like lettuce soaked in cold water.

Jin must have been anxious that Haru would throw himself out. He is anxious to become a useless man.

I could feel that kind of mind very clearly.

The reason was simple. There was a day like that's right.

Just like his current name, he cursed at his senior who scolded him. Hating, thinking I wouldn't do that.

"I feel the same way. That's

I felt like I was getting older. I don't know if I've matured or not, but.

How can I say? An indescribable sense. Thinking like that made me feel empty in the emptiness of my heart.

"It's definitely changed a lot."

When I first worked in oral fairy tales, when I set up a food truck, when I opened the table heaven.

Your self-image, behavior, and thoughts that are changing. People who are disappearing.

Choi Han-seok disappeared completely, and it has been a while since I saw Park Joo-hyuk.

"Should I call Chef Park Joo-hyuk later...….”

A day crouched in the corner of the restaurant was when I was thinking of such people.

"Why are you calling me later? Let's just do it now.""You must be busy right now. Even if Chef Park Joo-hyuk doesn't cook in the kitchen just because he's full of energy, the oral fairy tale break time is an hour ahead of our restaurant, so he's probably working by now...It's time for …."

"No, I don't."

"Why are you here?!”

Argh, with a strange dinosaur-like sound, the crouching day sprang to its feet.

A genuinely surprised expression. Soon after, however, he quickly changed his face to a happy and ridiculous look.

Something magical has happened. Park Joo Hyuk, who I missed for a moment, appeared in front of me.

Even in plain clothes. Maybe it's time to work at the restaurant?

Park Joo-hyuk was also glad to have a day. He grinned and blinked.

He has wrinkles around his eyes. It's getting old.

"Why, can't I stay here?"

"I'm so happy to be here."

"Anyway, I've been getting away with it for a long time. Oh, right. You should eat this too. It's a fish-shaped bun I bought in front of here, and I heard that a new menu came out this time."

"The bungeoppang in front of the oral fairy tale?”

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Bungeoppang. It's still popular these days, so it took me a long time to buy it. Anyway, try it. It tastes like chocolate. It was delicious."

Park Joo-hyuk handed over bungeoppang to the chefs in the back, saying he had heard that Haru had not eaten.

It is a fish-shaped bun that Haru bought from a house that we know well and owe each other a lot.

Yes, you said you changed the name of the store to married couple bungeoppang.

"It's delicious. It's sweet and crispy. You've improved your cooking skills."

"That's what I'm gonna say, you son of a b*tc*."

Bungeoppang has certainly become very luxurious.

Inside the copper-colored crispy dough with cocoa powder was a thick chocolate cream with whipped cream.

I even sprinkled sweet sugar powder on the outside of the fish-shaped bun, so it feels like my head is full of sugar right away.

It's a fattening taste, but it's good enough.

Yumi, you're going to like it. I'll have to bring it to you.'

I went back to the restaurant with Park Joo-hyuk. Before I knew it, the chefs who had finished eating were eating the fish-shaped bun that Park Joo-hyuk bought for dessert.

Park Chu-hyuk said he took a vacation today.

The reason is that he just wanted to rest, but he was rolling around at home and thought there was nothing to do, so he bought fish-shaped buns and came to see the whole day?

Well, he knew most of the chefs in the restaurant's home-cooked meals, so it would be quite convenient.

Of course, the biggest reason for having a day is.

Anyway, I bought snacks for the younger members and delivered them to them. It's a face that I wanted to see. I was really pleased with the unexpected guest.

In particular, Chef Myung, who said he liked Park Joo-hyuk, had wide eyes.

"Haru, you must have come as a guest. I booked the first table for dinner later.”

"Oh... that's true. Park Joo-hyuk on the reservation list."

"Well, then I wouldn't have come here bare-handed. It's a nuisance."

"Chef, you can be a nuisance. "Kkkkk."

"Anyway, let's try some food today. You're really looking forward to it. Huh?"

"Of course, I'm comfortable. Go away."

The short break time is almost over.

The chefs, who quickly emptied the bungeoppang, slowly cleaned up their clothes and prepared to enter the kitchen again.

The same goes for a day. Park Joo-hyuk, who was in the hall, greeted me with a smile as I washed my hands clean and trimmed my clothes.

I was just about to say hello and go back in.

"……Huh?"I saw one day.

Very whitish, but certainly at the same time.

Beyond the table where Park Joo-hyuk sat, there was someone looking at him outside the window.

I had a hunch, it wasn't a person. It's a ghost.

“…….”

An ominous feeling.

I guess there wasn't only one guest who came secretly today.