"I... don't know, Haru. I don't know if I've lived a decent life."

While leaning around the glass, Park Joo-hyuk, whose face turned red, murmured in a faint voice as if he was crawling.

One day I knew now was the time. The ghost, who was today's guest, had already eaten and went back.

He used to eat the original meal quickly, and he is a ghost because he can come to the restaurant many times.

There are only two restaurants in the country where ghosts can come, and the restaurant heaven and restaurant home-cooked meals. But people are different.

I was considerate because I knew that. He's a very grateful man.

Thinking that I should give a lot of service next time, the day I greeted Park Joo-hyuk in my heart began to focus on him.

"You've lived a decent life, chef's life. He's a chef that everyone acknowledges, and he's the owner of a restaurant that everyone acknowledges. You've made a lot of achievements."

"The achievement I've made is one day worth of pikapikas with you or less. You're the one who's amazing. Well, I'm past it."

"If it wasn't for you, you know I wouldn't be here. Who accepted me in the oral fairy tale?"

"Who else was trying to get you out of here? Haru, I know. What a bad person I am. I don't deserve it. In many ways."

"Bad guy…….”

"I'm almost 40 years old, and I have to get married. I don't even know if I deserve it. I'm starting to lose my cooking skills and sense. Every time I sleep, I have nightmares and heavy body. I think it's really time to die."

"Chef……"

Park Joo-hyuk literally sounds like he's dying. Watching him like that, the fist of the day went into strength.

He clenched his hand tightly. I felt complicated.

It was Park Chu-hyuk who wanted to reach it more than anything else, who was too high to be seen.

Now you're saying this in front of your junior, you're lower than a day.

Of course I knew.

The chef, who thought he was a wannabe, had a history of brutally trampling on the end of his stepfather and teacher, Choi Han-seok, and his personality was also a total disaster.

But the cooking was manageable, and crucially it had enough leadership to keep a restaurant rolling.

He was that kind of person, and that's how the world rolled.

He was the one who ruined the teacher's end, but there are only three people in the world who know that.

Haru, Choi Han-seok, and Park Joo-hyuk. Two forgave each other, so one is left. It's just Park Joo-hyuk himself.

"What's wrong with you? Why on earth are you saying that?"

"Is it Haru?"

"Listen to it, listen to it's really. I see. Chef, you're tired, you're troubled, and I understand everything. But this isn't right. Chef Park Joohyuk is still a fairy tale head. You don't want to put it down."

The emotion that had been suppressing as much as possible exploded like an active volcano.

It's a big leap for a day, if you'd say it's a sudden leap forward.

He never got angry with anyone in most situations.

My head got cold as much as my heart got hot, and I was a person who listened to the other person's words, let alone screamed, and then talked to them. Because it was a day.

But now it's a little different.

It was a rare situation in my life, but today. I was genuinely angry. I wanted to give Park Joo-hyuk a punch.

But I can't believe someone who used to be your idol and still liked you said that.I can't let this go as a junior.

"What's wrong with someone who knows better than me? You know. You said this to me a lot. The most important thing in the restaurant is the kitchen, and the most important thing in it is the head.

"If the head collapses...… the whole kitchen shakes, and the guests who notice it leave. Yeah, I know. Of course it's what I said. It's what I heard from my teacher, and I remember it well."

"Is the oral fairy tale a little messy these days? I haven't heard anything from other seniors. He comes to eat from time to time."

"Nothing's wrong. That's why I'm scared. Everyone does well without me, so I wonder if it's meaningful to go to work. Everyone has a lot of time. There's nothing to order on the way."

Park Joo-hyuk said. I'm sure it's my restaurant, but now I have nothing to do. Some would say this.

Then shouldn't we just go into the kitchen and cook?

But when you actually work, you can see that's nonsense.

Head, and Park Joo-hyuk's star-studded head cook in the kitchen? That's only possible when there's a broadcast filming.

Park Joo-hyuk can't say he wants to do it. Of course, it's possible, but there are kitchen rules in the kitchen.

It's the same with the army. As if no one would like it if the division commander suddenly came. The same is true of the kitchen.

In other words, Park Joo-hyuk has nothing to do now.

So you're opening another restaurant like Haru? Is that an easy thing to do?

"There's plenty of time. That's a lot of nonsense.”

"In the past, you wanted to rest so badly. You always have a blind eye, and you want to sleep a little longer. That's what you said."

"I used to, not now. So I've been in a relationship that I've always wanted to date, and since I'm older, I'm seriously thinking about getting married. I am, but I feel like I have a big hole in my chest. No matter what you do, it doesn't fill up. I keep thinking about the past. I missed you today too...…. I'm glad to see you like this. That's good, man."

"Do you think Chef Choi Han-seok will blame Chef Park Joo-hyuk?"

"……Hey, it hurts."

In the end, a worse day jabbed ahead.

To be honest, other guests would have had more time. It's not just today.

I would have listened as much as I could, and if I had nothing more to say, I would have brought up a day's opinion. Because it's his job.

However, it is not Park Joo-hyuk. He was Haru's senior before being a guest, and he is also a hateful and grateful man.

He's a person who's already put a lot of heart into it. Therefore, I want to cross the line a little today.

"What do you think? Chef."

"Someone... ..not someone to blame someone to blame. Master Choi Han-seok."

"I don't know. What happened between you two. I think something happened to the chef since he's having such a hard time. But Chef Choi Han-seok, who I know, won't blame chef like him."

It's a lie. One day, I probably know more about Choi Han-seok than Park Joo-

As he did, he learned cooking with Choi Han-seok as his teacher, and also spent a lot of time with Choi Han-seok that he didn't experience.One day I'm not a liar. No, it's more of a dislike.

In relationships, I also think that lying to someone is a betrayal in itself.

But this time, I wanted to lie even if I had to say sorry to Yeom-ra.

Yeah, maybe one day I was angry.

I don't know if it's a fire to Park Joo-hyuk or himself, or what it's not. He was a little excited.

"Haru, you too……You said you had a relationship with Chef Choi Han-seok before, right?”

"Yes, a little."

"Then what do you think? Chef Choi Hanseok.”

"Chef Choi Han-seok, whom I know. Even if Chef Park Joo-hyuk betrayed him, he wouldn't be sad, feel betrayed, or even blame the chef for a speck of it."

"You, you. How can I guarantee that?"

"No father blames his son."

"……Bless you."

Park Joo-hyuk's words were cut off. With his head down, he silently tilted the soju bottle.

He said, 'I can't go to work tomorrow. It might be rather good,' he muttered.

After hearing that, Haru took out another bottle of new soju and poured it into his cup.

Park quickly emptied his glass. It didn't take long for half a bottle to disappear.

"How's your relationship going?"

"Not bad. I think I'll get married around the end of the year. My girlfriend told me about it first. You said you liked it. I wonder if it's time for you."

"Honey, it's kind of awkward to be out of your mouth.”

"How about you and me? Anyway, there's a lot of good things going on. These days. I don't know why I feel like this. I'm confused."

The conversation was going round and round. Even though Park Chu-hyuk took a step forward with great determination, he skillfully avoided it.

He didn't do it out of consciousness. Since he's lived for a long time, he's also met as many people as he's had a day.

These are things that were in my mind unconsciously.

Park Chu-hyuk was hoping to comfort him. Not only that, but most of the people who were eaten by the world like him did.

People who want a word of comfort and self-caring rather than empathy.

But it's hard to know. I wonder what that one word is. If I knew, I could just do it for you, but it's not rocket science.

It's so hard that a person is dying. One day I was unbearably angry.

It's even more so that a person he's known a lot is stepping on the threshold.

Depression has eaten some people. Even a person who smiles normally doesn't know what depression is inside. So one day I said.

"It's all right."

"What do you mean it's okay...."

"Whatever, it's just, it's gonna be fine. Chef Park Joohyuk is a strong person. I'm a star who raises me, learns cooking under Chef Choi Han-seok, and reigns as the No. 1 Korean food industry in the name and

"Hey, what kind of flattery is that all of a sudden? First place? There we go ahead. I think you'll soon take it away from me too. Don't you think so? I was so surprised. I've been eating your food and croquettes before.”

"Still, I'm sure you used to. Like me, I just like cooking. I could be a star like that someday. That would be great. While thinking about those things. Didn't you achieve it now? All you have to do is retire nicely. Now."

"I've achieved what I wanted...….”

"You've achieved it, and that's it. It must have been a lifelong wish. Don't you think so? Chef."

"Yes, you said retirement.”

Park Joo-hyuk laughed bitterly.