Da Won, who was trying to say something vaguely similar to the previous Hyuk-joo, paused for a moment.

Oily, but somewhere familiar, smell that passes to the tip of your nose.

And familiar food that sizzles on a stainless steel plate in front of you.

It was cooked black and white, but the cross-section was crispy at first glance, too.

And there's a mess next to it.

There was a scene where a native of Daegu had no choice but to hesitate.

"Is this makchang?"

"It's grilled cod-style entrails. The fresh entrails that I just bought, I trimmed and baked them myself. Oh, and I made this mess myself. I don't know where you'll like it. Would you like to sit down first?”

The day naturally pointed to a chair in front and said.

As if possessed by something, Da Won pulled out his chair and sat down.

I was stunned by the strong smell of food.

Apparently, he came to impress the newly established merchant at the behest of the leader Hyuk-ju.

Something is definitely going wrong.

I thought so, but the visuals of grilled beef entrails sizzling in front of my eyes were too powerful to focus on such things.

"Gulping."

Unknowingly, I swallowed my saliva.

Nicely done!

Haru skillfully put grilled entrails on a plate.

Onions and leeks were also baked together, and the once-boiled makjang was placed in front of the grill with a lot of cheongyang peppers.

After wrapping chives in this entrails, the taste is fantastic if you dip them in the entrails.

Chewy texture and savory meat flavor that comes out the more you chew.

Even the pungency of cheongyang peppers that can make you feel sick.

It was simply a perfect finish.

Of course, what if you put a glass of bitter soju on it? There was nothing more to say now.

After serving makchang and makjang, Haru asked carefully.

"By the way. I think you said you're from Baekbeompa. Isn't your name Lee Sanghyuk? Furbo was the name of the old boss."

"How can I...…. No. Do you know me?"

As soon as the real name Lee Sang-hyuk came out, his tone quickly changed to honorific.

Looking at his embarrassed appearance, he laughed day by day and continued.

"Of course. I used to be friends with a hairy brother.”

"Ah... I see...….”

Just yesterday, as I did with Hyuk-joo.

One day, who disarmed Lee Sang-hyuk in an instant, hinted.

"By the way. Have you eaten yet?”

"What? Oh, I haven't done it yet."

"Then go eat. Grilled beef entrails and rice are the best, right? Oh, can I get you soju? I've got something that's

"……then I'll ask you a little bit. Boss!"

Makchang and soju.

How many people can reject this combination even though they are hungry and hungry?

Food was like that.

Because there's a spell that makes people feel the same way.

After all, not long after.

"Oh, boss. I told my son to come with makchang muk. Do you know what they said? You can't leave out iron wine on this entrails, so I'm just going to buy some real iron wine!"

Sanghyuk, whose face turned red, began to tilt the glass one after another with a big smile.

He even spoke in dialect to see if he was fully relaxed.

On his way to Seoul, he immediately corrected it, saying he decided to use only standard language, but it was clear that he completely shook off doubts.

Such Sang-hyuk was soon tipped off by Haru, who was looking at him with a look like, "Dad is full just watching his son eat."Like in the old days of Hyukju.

Just as Hulbo has a history of paying Hyuk-ju's wife's hospital bills, Sang-hyuk has a similar history.

"By the way. Hairdresser told me about Sanghyuk sometimes. Why, you gave me the settlement money that I almost went to the police station."

"That's... Yes, that's right. It was just the beginning of my organization life. I owed a lot of money to Mr. Furbo. He was like a father."

Sanghyuk's expression got dark at once.

When I poured him a glass of soju, he went to the back of the cart bar and spilled it, saying he would dedicate it to his brother.

Holding an empty soju cup, he walked back with a shadow on his face.

Furbo laughed ineffably at the sight of such mourning.

"Well, that's why. Sanghyuk, don't you want to go back?"

"What do you mean? What do you mean, you want to go back?”

"Organization, do you want to continue? Even if I will continue to maintain Mr. Furbo...…, because that's not necessarily the case. Don't you think so?"

"That's... that's...….”

Finally, the main topic.

Sang-hyuk couldn't answer the question for a long time, and soon nodded quietly.

* * *

Sanghyuk said.

In fact, he wanted to go back to his hometown.

This time, I ate my hometown food, and I felt stronger."

That's what someone's soul food is like in the first place.

The moment I eat, I'm reminded of the memories I forgot.

Childhood memories. Happy times.

Soul food has the power to make the person who eats pure.

This is what the day was aiming for.

"Thank you very much for today, boss. Take this!"

"It's okay. How can you spend 100,000 won with two bottles of soju for a serving of makchang?….”

"They gave us kimchi in the bowl. Besides, the boss' entrails were really delicious. If I don't pay this much, I can't sleep with my feet out! Boss!"

"If you say so, I can't help it."

Leaving the "warm day" cart bar of the day, Sang-hyuk offered a whopping 100,000 won.

He was embarrassed when he refused several times to sell some makchang and get 100,000 won.

If it's this food, I heard this is not enough.

He said to himself that this is not just a normal grilled beef entrails.

"What the boss said today was really deep in my heart. How should I say this? It was like what the hairy guy in the sky said. Yes, as the boss said, Mr. Furbo would like us to go back."

It was really what the furry said.

He's not in heaven, he's walking around the land, but what does it matter?

Like yesterday's Hyuk-joo, Sang-hyuk also left after saying thank you several times.

Around 11:40 p.m.

It was a little disappointing that I couldn't experiment with whether I could sit down after 12 o'clock, but I still didn't mind because I fed my original goal of No. 2 Sang-hyuk well.

As soon as the door opened, as he was about to bake makchang, which had been marinated for the ghosts, a furbo stood up looking at the dark alley where Da Won disappeared for a while.

Excuse me, Mr. Haru. Then I'll slowly get going, too. Thank you so much for today."What? Are you going to leave this early? But it's time for the door to open soon. Why don't you eat some entrails before you go? You've been wanting it for a while."

- By the way...…, but I'd like to go first. I'm just worried if Da Won went in well.

Furbos rushing to leave the cart bar.

Just by looking at his face, it was clear that he didn't really want to go.

Choi Han-seok, who was looking at the furry, said as if he was throwing it.

Is it because of the other ghosts? Other ghosts avoid you because they're scared.

A light tone.

But the furry gaze trembled weakly.

He shook his head as if he could not be beaten.

Chef, I can't avoid your eyes.

You've been reading the back alley. You know, the alley where the ghosts are hiding. You can't be a head chef at a restaurant if you're not this quick.

That's right. It's true that you're worried about Da Won. I mean... I'm sorry. I'll go first.

A hairy man who won't eat for other ghosts.

It was a little disappointing, but I couldn't help it because he wanted to.

"Then see you tomorrow. Another furbug is due tomorrow."

-Yes, Chef Haru. Thank you so much. then

The appearance of a furbo leaving a cart bar with a lighter step quickly disappeared.

Thinking a really strange good man, Haru looked through the alley outside the cart bar.

Not long after the furbo disappeared, ghosts who had been hiding rushed in.

The number of ghosts increased more than yesterday, led by a construction site man wearing a safety helmet and a female student ghost who enjoyed stir-fried spicy pork.

There are about 15 people in total.

It's only been three days since I started night business, but the ghosts who came to the cart bar of the day earlier seemed to have become a little like seniors.

Is that true? That you can eat rice and drink when you come here?

Oh, of course! Trust me. Trust me. Soon, the door will open. Then we can eat now, too.

That's a lot of work.It's all thanks to this young man, isn't it?

That's right, that's right. Haru is a young man who cooks incredibly well and has a very nice personality!

Oh, my God, it smells so bad up to here! Oh...….

Especially today, old man ghosts flocked in.

Most were dressed in construction work clothes, but there were also some men in casual clothes.

I heard that they all passed away a few years ago, but they naturally became friends as ghosts wandered around.

The old man ghosts unanimously agreed to the word that today's menu was makchang.

Come to think of it, I haven't seen many men who don't like makchang.

But there was something more surprising than I thought.

"To be honest...I thought you guys wouldn't like beef entrails."

Student ghosts wandering around Noryangjin.

I didn't think they would like beef entrails because they were children in their early and mid-20s.

Makchang, even Daegu style makchang that you dip in makjang, has a strong image of being an old man's food.

But that was not it.

What? Haru. Is this entrails? I'm going crazy about makchang!

If it's makchang, I can't eat it because it's completely empty! Wow... My old nickname was the internal killer.

-Ma, entrails……Churping.

Students drooling to the point of saying, "Go away, mister."Just in case, I asked if there was anything else I wanted to eat, and they asked me to stir-fry fried rice later because everything is fine.

Slice kimchi and sprinkle seaweed powder.

"That's good. Yeah. It's good if you eat well."

The trend of students these days is changing.I didn't know it was this much.

Haru and Choi Han-seok rolled up their sleeves, looking at the students drooling like hyenamajan with food in front of them.