Cheer up~~

Suddenly, the door to the restaurant's home-cooked meal opened carefully. One day I couldn't help but be a little embarrassed.

Should I call it trust or intuition based on accumulated experience?

I don't know if it's because I've done so many early morning business for ghosts, but I didn't even know how far one day has come.

The point here is that you can guess which guest came in just by hearing the door open.

Whether it's a person or a ghost. What a person is, and what a ghost is.

It has been the case since the table heaven, and Haru was also the reason why he hung a bell on the entrance to the restaurant's home-cooked meal.

By the way, according to the hunch, the guest who visited the restaurant this time was a human. Maybe Haru knows that, too.

"Huh? What's this? You really opened it.”

"……Chef Park Joo-hyuk?! What are you doing here?"

At 12:30 a.m., Park Joo-hyuk suddenly appeared without any contact, and the day worked hard to manage his facial expression as if nothing happened.

I knew clearly that the restaurant's business hours were closing now, but I was surprised to find out what happened.

For your information, the youngest left work early to sleep.

It was because jade beads had such a good performance that it roughly informed the day when customers who were eaten in the city would come.

'A guest came today, but the jade marble kept shaking. I thought it was weird, so was Chef Park Joo-hyuk trying to come?’

It's not strange to have additional guests on the day of opening, but if it's Park Joo-hyuk.

Even if you're a guest who's been led by jade beads, your words change considerably.

Park Chu-hyuk is doing a good job now, and he's already achieved a lot.

What does he lack to eat away at his soul? I greeted him with considerable care and led him to his seat.

"By the way, what are you doing at this hour?"

"I went home after the oral fairy tale, and I couldn't sleep. Today, he thought he couldn't make it, so he drove around once.…. How did we get here? I came in just in case the lights were on. By the way, that's the question I'm gonna ask. What's wrong with you? Open the store at this hour. Is life a little tight these days?”

Park Joo-hyuk's unique strong tone, but what is inside is a joke that feels only pleasant.

The day came back with a bright chuckle.

"Life is not in need. It's a decent thing to live on a moderate basis. By the way, I'd rather ask the chef. Do you have any concerns these days? The man who used to say he was tired every day suddenly left for a drive late at night."

"Of course I do. I'm worried that my beloved junior is so good at this, you punk. We're going to win the oral fairy tale. You don't know how surprised I was when I tried your food with my girlfriend?

"I was just glad you enjoyed your meal."

"It wasn't that bad. You know the sweet potato croquette. I tried making it again at home with the recipe I got from you, but it didn't taste good. GFRIEND eats it well because it's delicious, but you know when you see it. What's the heat?"

"I think it's because it's a dish I invented. Chef is good, so I know you'll do a better job if you do a little more.""That's it, that's it. Can I just stop talking about it? Anyway, I guess I'm out of my elementary school. Now it's hard to keep up with the kitchen. I can't imagine what Choi Hanseok did when he was older than me. I think it's up to here, these days."

"You have a lot of worries."

Just in case, it was me too. I could tell from a little conversation. What Choi Han-seok's worries are.

Cooks, especially those who run such a massive Michelin three-star Korean restaurant representing Korea, are forced to devote their entire lives to cooking.

From an early age to an early age. Cooking is life for them.

A restaurant and many dishes made there are the soul of a cook.

That's why Choi Han-seok feels like Park Joo-hyuk's son and handed over the restaurant to him.

The only son who can give his soul away is a son who shares blood.

And if it's time to retire. If the time comes when you have to hold and hold it desperately so that your skills don't go any further down.

'I've never experienced it, but I can roughly predict how it will feel.’

A sense of resilience that one can no longer achieve something one has devoted all one's life to. My life that I've been working hard until now is falling apart.

We've achieved a lot so far, so shouldn't that be enough? But you have basic skills, so why don't you just do what you need to do in the kitchen?

Of course, it is not wrong. Of course it is, just by listening. It's a common sense story.

But man is an animal that seeks joy in an emergency, even more so if he has devoted his life to something.

"I... don't know, Haru. I don't know why I'm telling you this. Life is a bit... How should I put it? That's not easy. Fort."

It would be okay if he could finish neatly like Adam, but if not, he would have no choice but to feel a great sense of despondency like Park Joo-hyuk now.

In the case of Park Joo-hyuk, the ripple effect seems to have been huge enough for the jade bead to respond.

So you'll be here right now. The day grinned.

"Then would you like to order first?”

"I'm not gonna ask you why it's open at this hour. You've always been a weirdo, kkk. Anyway, just give it to the customer next to you. Is it braised tofu? It looks delicious."

"If there's anything else you want to eat, I can make it for you."

"That's it, that's it. It's okay even if it's hard. And I like braised tofu. Oh, give me a bottle of soju."

"Alcohol? I don't care, but will you be okay with tomorrow's work?”

"I don't know, I'm just gonna take my annual leave and go to bed. The kitchen people are so skilled now that they can breathe well without me. It's just me. I'm here because I' Isn't that what the headline is all about?"

'You know best that it's not. "Who has said several times that the most important thing in fighting a war in the kitchen is the commander who makes orders?" The words were filled to the end of his neck, but he responded by saying yes.

Now is the time to have a little talk with Park Joo-hyuk. One day I could see it instinctively.

"Are you having a hard time these days?”

"Do you think so, too.

"I haven't seen you in a day or two. Is it because of the cooking? It's hard to go up any more, like that."

"There's that. What should I say? I keep thinking about Chef Choi Han-seok these days. Even when he was much older than me, he didn't let go of it and just kept improving. I wonder what it is. I feel like this is all my fault. Oh, I don't even know what I'm talking about."Park Joo-hyuk smiled bitterly and sighed deeply. It was a smiling face, but it was charred inside.

Park Chu-hyuk doesn't know. Haru knows what happened between himself and Choi Hanseok.

But I know one day. Choi Han-seok told me about it, so I remember it very vividly.

The reason why Choi Han-seok died. Is it because of Park Chu-hyuk? If you say so, it's not.

Someone drove drunk, just hit Choi Han-seok on the road. It was just that.

But from Park's point of view, it won't be the case.

If I didn't get angry with Master Choi Han-seok at the time, if I didn't force myself to do something ridiculous things. Nothing would have happened.

Even after Choi Han-seok died, Park Chu-hyuk inherited a oral fairy tale that could be said to be his keepsake and life itself.

Since then, he has completely changed the menu and stand of the restaurant, and until the day came, he was in danger of losing three Michelin stars.

If it hadn't been for a day. If Park Joo-hyuk had changed his mind then. If the driver of the car didn't drink.

If, if, if. Those words were stuck together like chewing gum, covering Park Joo-hyuk's whole head.

He was eaten by the world, but it was none other than himself who made it.

"Feeling guilty."

If there are ten ghosts, eight are guilty.

He regretted his choice and became a regret and a ghost. One day I was well aware of it.

"First of all, have a meal. Have a drink, I'll pour you a drink."

"Thanks. Come to think of it, I've never had such a quiet drink with you. We've known each other for years, so I don't know why there hasn't been such a place.”

Today's menu is braised tofu. It was made in advance, so I simply made a fried egg and served it with side dishes.

It's not just braised tofu, it's red seasonings based on soy sauce and red pepper flakes with plenty of pork neck.

It's nothing but someone's home-cooked meal sitting next to Park Joo-hyuk like Min-soo used to.

Braised tofu and pork neck. To be honest, I thought it would be greasy or bad, but when I made it, it was really, really delicious.

Haru was going to go home and make it for Yumi.

Park Joo-hyuk was also amazed by the unusual combination, but soon took a bite and opened his eyes wide, saying it was delicious.

It was this kind of food, so it was quite good as a side dish.

"Ta-da."

"Cheers."

The glass struck, and the alcohol quickly disappeared. Alcohol also had the power to remove people's thoughts and soften their minds.

Maybe it was because he didn't drink well. Park Joo-hyuk, who turned red in half a bottle, quickly emptied the rice bowl with a look that seemed a little more comfortable.

I've been thinking about one day. Park Joo-hyuk and Choi Han-seok. Thinking about a lot of people who went through themselves, I was thinking about what to do.

What kind of person is Park Joo-hyuk to himself?

At first, he was the youngest in the restaurant and kept in check, saying he didn't like him, but after being properly beaten by Haru, he completely changed his mind and became a strong ally.

Helped me a lot with the day, and so did the day.

There were also many crises that he would not have easily overcome without him.

When Haru opened a new restaurant, he made gomguk as a gift, sent a wreath, laughed together, cried together, and shared his heart.

Therefore, he forgave Park Chu-hyuk for one day. The same was true of Choi Han-seok.

So there is only one person who has not forgiven.