"I'm dead. The Lord of the Underworld is going to kill me! Argh!"

The grim reaper ruffled his hair and cried.

On the face of it, she was just a new employee who ruined a huge project, but her job was the underworld, and her boss was the king of the underworld.

"I mean... What's going on here?”

-Right. Explain it to me. I don't understand either.

Haru and Choi Han-seok asked.

The grim reaper was the only one who could explain this ridiculous situation.

"One day, you haven't been dead or alive for a day. Under such circumstances, the gate opened at midnight, breaking the boundaries between the underworld and the present world. But feeding the ghost wasn't enough. We got paid for the meal. Your life has increased with the passing of the ear. Do you get it now? Bite?!"

The grim reaper poured out explanations like a cannon.

Of course I didn't understand a thing.

"No, wait a minute. What's with the ears, what's with the ear? What do you mean by the boundary between the underworld and the present world?"

"Didn't you learn any Chinese characters? From midnight to 3 a.m. when the door opens. I told you it's the time of the day when the pitch becomes the strongest. It's time for the ghosts to be the strongest!"

I mean, with the doors open, our whole day was alive and alive, so the ghosts could eat it?

"Yes! That's not just the money I paid for my meal. It's a little bit of the present world."

"A little..."?

If it's a minor, it's a person's money when they die.

Use your money for the underworld.

In that sense, the money in Hana and Choi Hanseok's wallet is also a small amount of money.

One side is crumpled 1,000 won bill, and the other side is full of cheques for 50,000 won.

'Money to death...….’

No matter how modern it is a capitalist society, the gap between rich and poor applies to the dead.

Thinking of one who returned from a bowl of ramen, I couldn't get rid of the bitter aftertaste of the day.

The thought of the day deepened.

"Anyway, I've done enough to explain, so stop asking. Sigh... I was going to take him today and bury him in moderation. I'm dead now."

Don't worry. The Grim Reaper is a ghost, right? How can a ghost die twice? Hahaha!

"Dad, be quiet when you say nice things. I've lived hundreds of years more than you have."

-……Yep.

Suddenly, the audience became quiet.

The air is so heavy that it feels like it's weighing on the body.

It was the Grim Reaper who spoke to him.

"One day."

"Yes, yes."

"Are you going to open at midnight tomorrow? Against the ghosts?

A difficult question to describe is back.

But one day I spoke without any hesitation.

I don't understand it perfectly in my head, but what about it?

Anyway, I knew what was going on, so the answer was set.

"Yes, I will. I still want to live longer.”

This is my restaurant anyway. I'm the owner of the house. You can do business.

"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I guess so."

She jumped to her feet.

He strode out of the restaurant, saying he was still busy with his work.

"We'll see, Haru. How many days can you last?"

He looks angry and he doesn't.

The grim reaper walked a few steps and soon disappeared.

One day she stared blankly at the place where she had disappeared, and soon muttered.

"Yes, we'll see. I want to live long.”

* * *"Wow, it's a day. Did you come out this early today?”

"Ahaha...…I can't sleep."

Kim Ho-sung, who went to work early in the morning, shouted in astonishment when he found a day at the restaurant.

It's already been two days.

It was a very diligent day, but I thought it was too much these days.

"Are you sure you're all right? What's wrong with you?"

"What can happen? It's just, it's so much fun to cook and stuff."

"Yes, that's a relief. Come over here. I'll help you.”

Kim Ho-sung helped out a day to prepare for the opening together.

In fact, far from nothing happening, the past few days have been a series of tremendous events, but I decided to save my words for one day.

Who would believe a ghost cooked ramen for him and died?’

But it was true that I didn't get much sleep.

I stayed up two nights and went back home, but I couldn't sleep.

Starting with the grim reaper, feeding the ghost, whether it's a ghost or a small ghost, or a ghost of a high school girl ghost.

I only slept for about three hours because my mind was complicated.

He said, "I can't do this anymore," and talked with Choi Han-seok at dawn.

But it wasn't just one day who lost sleep.

Cheer up!

It's too early for other chefs to go to work.

The door of the restaurant burst open and Park Joo-hyuk appeared.

"Hi, Chef Joohyuk! What's wrong with you? Did you stay up all night?"

I guess Joohyuk didn't sleep at all either. I'm sorry. What happened yesterday?

Kim Ho-sung and Choi Han-seok made a "Gasp!" sound.

Park Joo-hyuk also had dark circles under his eyes, perhaps staying up all night.

"Haru, did you practice until dawn yesterday?”

"Yes, head chef."

Park Chu-hyuk, who entered the restaurant, came to Haru.

The appearance of something unusual on the face of the dog itself gave me a lot of strength.

"Wait, come out."

Cold voice.

He was usually cynical and sensitive to most chefs, but now there is a much cooler chill.

After throwing a word like that, Park turned his head and walked out of the restaurant.

"Yes, chef."

One day he answered carefully and followed him out of the restaurant.

It's about time for the sun to rise.

The streets of the chilly wind were still quiet.

'Yes... ..but he's really...'

Park Chu-hyuk was staring somewhere on the street with a more serious look than when he was cooking.

The atmosphere has hardened. But I couldn't concentrate because of Choi Han-seok.

For reference, he was sticking his face straight to the window behind the restaurant and eavesdropping on their conversation.

It occurred to me that someone was doing all sorts of things in the restaurant.

Of course, Park Chu-hyuk would never have imagined his teacher to be like that.

"I thought about it last night. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't."

He opened his mouth looking into the air, not into the day.

"I was a little angry. There's someone else who knows your cooking, not me. And that's who you are."

“…….”

"I'm sure you didn't have that much skills. How could a terrible cook turn 180 degrees in one night? Ghosts are supposed to freak out. Don't you think?"

Ghosts are supposed to freak out.

It wasn't wrong to be exact.

Park Joo-hyuk smiled quietly as the day was shaking his head.

"But Haru, the egg roll you made. It wasn't bad. It's perfect for seasoning and is well-cooked. Yes, as a conclusion, it's a pass.""Thank you."

A sudden shower of compliments.

But one day I couldn't be more than happy.

There was a bone in Park Joo Hyuk's words.

There is no one in the world who sincerely praises and looks at others with such eyes.

"So, I'm going to give you a chance. Just like you did to me. Haru, that's what you wanted, right?”

"What do you mean opportunity?"

"From today on, I'm done with my assistant work is over. Go into the kitchen, grab the pot and cook.”

A word to save a day that has been a permanent assistant.

At first glance, it seemed like a really good opportunity.

To come into the kitchen and cook for yourself means to acknowledge a day as a real family member and chef of oral fairy tales.

However, one day I noticed.

It's a double-edged sword.’

Haru and Park Joo-hyuk are not the only ones who work in the kitchen of oral fairy tales.

As many as 15 senior chefs are busy moving.

They are all human beings who have lived through hellish auxiliary life, filtered and filtered to the end.

But what if the day falls like a parachute with Park Joo-hyuk on his back?

There was no way it could have been seen beautifully.

The moment you make a mistake, it's over.’

Whether you don't season the dish, make a mistake in baking, or break the dish.

They will bite relentlessly as soon as the day shows any chance.

a cook

Because the world of chefs was such a terrible place.

'But if I show my true skills in it.’

Crisis is an opportunity.

There will be a bad look right now, but if you endure it well, it will quickly turn into recognition.

If that happens, it won't be difficult to get a proper place in the oral fairy tale.

Besides, Haru is the most reliable friend of all.

Chef Choi Han-seok, the creator of oral fairy tales.

Park Chu-hyuk may have said this to abandonment of himself.

I didn't like the day that suddenly changed, so I openly set a trap.

But

Although it's a crisis. It's a chance at the same time.’

It was a long thought, but it was quick decision.

One day, he nodded while looking into Park's eyes.

"I will not waste the opportunity you gave me. Chef."

"……okay. Do your best."

Is it because Haru's answer is more confident than I thought?

Park Joo-hyuk's corners of his mouth skillfully rolled up.

"Let's go in—get the ingredients ready."

A day followed in his footsteps.

* * *

Grilled short rib patties

It is a food that Koreans of all ages would welcome with open arms.

A sweet and salty sauce based on soy sauce.

The flavor of the juicy beef, which bursts out with juice when you take a bite, is enormous.

You can eat tteok-galbi on its own, and it's perfect for drinking and side dishes.

At the same time, it was an appropriate food to express the taste of traditional Korean culture, so it was often used in the course of oral fairy tales.

"Haru, we have five more tteok-galbi!"

"Yes, sir!"

There was a large barrel of mature dough, combining beef, pork and a huge amount of food ingredients that hurt to talk about.

The basic base is ground beef. It is a specially selected Korean beef, as is the reputation of oral fairy tales.

Most people use light tenderloin, but a little bit of bovine fat is also added to prevent stiffness.

Add the pork to the top of the flavor, mixing to 7 to 3.

Add chopped onions, green onions, garlic, carrots, and only handmade soy sauce, salt, and sugar from a Korean master who supplies goods to oral fairy tales.Basically, the quality of the meat itself was so overwhelming that even the minimum spices, including soy sauce, gave off a tremendous flavor.

If you add black garlic sauce to the oral fairy tale according to your preference, the harmony is the best.

There were many evaluations that the tteok-galbi of oral fairy tales could not be compared to steak at other restaurants.

The first step in cooking Tteokgalbi is to take out the dough with only the right amount.

Careful control was very important because the taste of the dish would change dramatically if the amount of dough was even a little bit too much or little.

The difficulty level was also considerable, so leaving tteok-galbi to a chef who had just escaped from Bo-jo was tantamount to a death sentence.

However, one day was a little different.

He was a beginner, but he wasn't.

Hmm. Take some out. It looks like a lot.

"This much?"

Okay, that's perfect. You're getting the hang of it, aren't you?

'Hhhhh, someone's teaching you.’

After holding the dough with his right hand, he made a ring with his thumb and index finger and pulled it out.

It was awkward at first, but I quickly got the hang of it after practicing a few times with Choi Han-seok's coaching.

He even made the shape perfect by moving his hands back and forth.

"Senior, is this enough?”

"Uh... yeah. It's just right."

At first, the chefs were very determined to speak ill of Haru, but they soon got in.

No matter how hard you try to say something you don't like, you don't need a minimum justification.

But one day I didn't even see the bare minimum.

There's a clatter!

Place the well-done dough on a heated pan with oil.

At first, cook both sides over high heat for 3 minutes. Next, turn down the heat.

When the surface is cooked and the white juice is soaked in, cover it with a lid and cook it for 3 more minutes. Right?

Exactly! Did Joohyuk teach you?

No way. I've learned a lot from them while working as an assistant.

This is why I can't hate you. It's like I'm looking at my old self.

Sneak, snap!

I tasted it a few times with a spatula and flipped it.

It flipped neatly without breaking, revealing a moderately ripe base.

"Nice!"

Elasticity came out of nowhere.

If Choi Han-seok was alive, he would have high-five.

The cooking went well, so I was excited by myself.

One day, I grilled tteok-galbi at a tremendous speed as if I had heard a god.

'What did he... eat wrong?’

'If it's because you ate something wrong, I'd like to try some. Why are you so good at cooking all of a sudden?’

'The guy who made mistakes on empty days suddenly came up with Chef Joohyuk's back and tried to discipline him. Does this make any sense? That's the guy who was assistant until yesterday?

Senior chefs looked at the day with a half-moved expression.

It was amazing that even he was having a hard time making grumbling dishes as if he was dying of fun.

As soon as he got to work, his anger melted away when he heard about his promotion as a notification ceremony.

It's just the illusion that a day seems like a different.

"Hey, you son of a b*tc*! Don't you look at your pot?"

"What? Ugh! I'm sorry!"

A senior chef who looked sideways for the day burned a halibut dish he was baking.

Park Joo-hyuk, who noticed the smell of burning like a ghost, poured out a sharp curse.

Of course, he was also looking at Haru cooking with incredible eyes.Lol, look at this. Haru. Shall we make short rib patties for dinner tonight? I'll tell you a recipe for a recipe. Joohyuk doesn't know either.

"Well, really? Of course! I'll work harder. Chef!"

Not aware of the fact that dozens of eyes are falling behind his back.

Haru and Choi Han-seok are completely absorbed in cooking.

It's sizzling!

"Oh, my god. Hey! Is cooking funny? Do you want to pack?!”

"I'm sorry! I'll fix it!"

Eventually, the day's sales ended after other chefs burned the food a few more times.