"Chef, you know the best. When a person like me should come down, it's something only he knows."

"Of course. I know. I know.There is …."

"That's the way it is. Whatever I say, the choice is up to you. And I'm sure you already know that kind of answer the best."

"Yes, you're right. That's true. You're right.”

Park Joo-hyuk kept nodding at the end of the day.

But perhaps because of the alcohol, the width grew bigger, and before long he dropped his head completely.

Time passed quickly.

Only two restaurants, clock hands running at dawn, and plenty of alcohol. Time flew by like an arrow.

I came to my senses and I was passing by. The doors were closed long ago, and Haru and Park Joo-hyuk are still in the restaurant.

WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOONG-WOOK

I felt somewhat sad. There's no understanding here, but wouldn't he have similar feelings?

This is what Yeomra said.

He wanted to become the king of the underworld and change the world to a better place. He thought it was his job and his destiny.

So he sacrificed a lot of things.

He gave up the eternal rest of death, and also worked frantically for hundreds of years, hoping for nothing in return for the burden of countless souls on his shoulders.

Even now it is.

Even though there is no grim reaper, he doesn't have a complaint and he takes care of everything he does.

Then, sometimes, after work, I come to the restaurant for a day, and have a drink with simple food.

That's all it is to it. The things that Yeomra wants and wants.

I suddenly feel that way these days.

From the perspective of the underworld, if you look at the world a little further away, things like each person's worries may be almost meaningless.

It's too little pain, too little ordeal.

But that doesn't make me less tired now.

I had this thought, but I retracted it less than a few seconds later.

Just because I'm watching a sponsor broadcast of African children starving to death on TV, it doesn't make my situation any better.

He realized that hard people are hard on their own.

So is Park Joo-hyuk. He is living a successful life without worrying about money.

No one in the world will blame Park Joo-hyuk for his achievements. But nevertheless, he is genuinely struggling.

Because of what you've accomplished. Because they feel like they're holding themselves back. That's why one day is talking.

"It's your problem. It's a problem that you can solve yourself.”

"That's true, but it's too hard."

"I'm rooting for you. I'm here. If you're tired, come over for a drink like today. It's always open. "Whether it's dawn or day."

"You go up there and you keep the restaurant open at dawn...…. That's great. That's amazing. Maybe Master Choi Han-seok feels the same way as me. Haru, there's something different about you. I think it's very different from normal people. I don't care what you think, what you say. And the cooking."

"What's the difference? I'm the same person. It's no different than the chef.""……yes, there you go. Thank you, Haru. Sincerely. Thank you so much. For saying that to a guy like me."

So this was the way the day took off.

They didn't cook anything special like ghosts, nor did they use the spices of the underworld.

I know. Of course, if you'd taken those steps, you'd get a little better results.

But I thought it was ignoring Park Joo-hyuk, who is still alive, so he can do a lot of things.

Park Joo-hyuk got up from his seat.

He said he wouldn't accept the meal, but he almost took all the cash out of his wallet and left it at the counter.

I didn't bother to leak how much it cost. Several cheques worth 100,000 won stood out.

One day approached Park Ju-hyuk, who was waiting for him, and asked him.

"Aren't you paying too much for just one braised tofu? I think I'll eat two of our restaurant's menus and open a bottle of champagne."

"There's no point in having delicious food and delicious alcohol. At least, just now, it was a delicious soju with braised tofu that I couldn't afford to pay this much. You pay as much as you eat. So just accept it.”

"If you say so……. I see. But not next time. I'll definitely get it at the regular price. If you keep doing that, are you not going to let me come to our restaurant?”

"All right, all right. Anyway, one person is really nice. Haru, you're amazing. Just."

Shortly after, there was a call that the chauffeur had arrived.

Park Joo-hyuk, who was walking casually out of the restaurant, carefully turned around and looked at the day to greet him.

"I'm sorry. Thank you."

"What, sir?"

It was their last conversation that day. The unscheduled guest who came at dawn went back like that.

There was nothing dynamic, nor was there a great deal of cooking.

I just came to a Korean restaurant and had a drink with them. Even though it was just that's all.

"I'm the one who's grateful. "Really don't."

The quivering of jade beads hung around my neck stopped.

Of course, it was still shining softly, but I thought it was enough light for one person named Park Joo-hyuk to handle it.

Park Chu-hyuk was consoled. Dear Haru, To a junior who used to be very jealous. That is why I acknowledge it as well.

I was able to look directly at what kind of situation I was in and what kind of person I was.

That was enough. At least that was the case with Park Chu-hyuk.

At the dawn of the very next day, as soon as the door was opened, Yeomra came as if she had waited.

He wanted to eat kimchi stew that Haru made for him today, so he sent all the ghosts away early and came back early?

When I asked if I could do that to a slightly ridiculous day, he said, "What does it matter if I am the king of the afterlife?" What do you mean by kimchi stew?

Slurp!

"Wow, this is it!"

"When I first met you, you ate very carefully. Now you're just like a local guy. And you're like, "Oh, my God."

"But what do I do when it's delicious? There's nothing formal about eating something so delicious. With kimchi and pork and a glass of soju."

Oh my god!

Yeomra frowns pleasantly, saying that the sound comes out automatically.

I was so scared at first, but now I feel like a regular customer everywhere in the neighborhood.

The day was smiling awkwardly, and Yeomra hinted. It's like talking to a neighborhood lady.

"Well done yesterday, by the way."

"Yesterday?"

"It's past midnight, so it's yesterday. There was a surprise guest, right? "Drawn by my jade beads.""You knew Chef Park Joo-hyuk was here."

"Of course, I told you, didn't I? Jade beads are mine. I've had this item since I was a human being, and we spent a lot of time together. I can feel a single quiver of jade beads. That's what happened to him.”

"That's what happened……. Something is creepy."

It was genuinely a little scary.

I think I'm stuck with the underworld. I should take off my necklace at home, so I felt like I was being violated. Of course it's a joke.

"There's something else that's really creepy. Yesterday, Haru actually saved one person.”

"If it's a person………No way. Chef Park Joohyuk?”

The day jumped like a spring in surprise at the words of Yeom-ra, who spoke casually.

The underworld laughed out loud about what was funny.

"You've been thinking about it, haven't you? He's been dragged to the jade beads, and even the beads trembled so much that it's a serious situation."

"That's what I was thinking. But, chef Park Joohyuk. On the surface, you seem to have a lot on your mind, but you don't seem to be having a lot of things. I just thought it would be okay."

"Most people who die on their own, they look fine until the day before they die. People are strong. In a way, it's natural."

"Such..."

The words of the underworld were truly shocking.

Park Joo Hyuk, who was so fine. No, the old fairy tale chef Park Joo-hyuk. The underworld was so dangerous that it used such strong words.

In addition, one day, Park Chu-hyuk had a strong wording.

I crossed the line a little, and my junior said things that he couldn't say to his senior without hesitation.

Of course it worked out well. The underworld said this, and the jade beads stopped shaking.

But if it didn't.

If it had gone off even a little bit, or if it hadn't changed Park Joo Hyuk's mind, it would have been on fire. Will he be able to maintain his sanity this day?

I didn't kill you myself, but I felt the same size of guilt. I wonder if Park Chu-hyuk's past would have been followed.

When I reached that point, my spine suddenly cooled down.

The stiffened day looked at Yeom-ra with an indescribable expression.

"Well, that's good, though. Chef Park Joo-hyuk owes one's life. Well, that's good. That's good. That's how the world changes."

"Haha……."

Can we think of this as a joke in the underworld? Or, if not, what should we call this.

A day's evaluation of the underworld quickly traveled between the land and the sky.

I thought you were just a comfortable customer in the neighborhood. Who in the world is this customer?

I guess you're good with people.’

I couldn't get rid of the feeling that I was playing in the hands of the underworld.

However, it occurred to me that that was fine. It's going just as well as he says.

Park Joo Hyuk, who almost lost his precious person, survived the crisis.

"Park Joo-hyuk, you'll probably get married in about two months.”

"Oh, really? It's faster than I thought."

"That's how good things happen when you're out of the woods. It's hard right now, but all you have to do is bite and bite. Since we'll get paid back. That's the way of the world. Whether you feel it or not. What I've done is planned to come back someday."

"That's what the Lord of the Underworld made you do."

"I just let go of my leg. It's what people do it.”

"I'll have to prepare enough money for congratulations."

"Don't put too much. I'll have to go to my first birthday party in a few months.""……Oh, my."