Whoops!

The door opened, and a new entrails climbed onto the grill.

He said he would prepare enough, but he served it to ghosts who were waiting for grilled beef entrails, thinking it might not be enough.

Ghosts, like hyenas, who were after meat, ate the food at a tremendous speed.

I like this makchang more, but I like this more. Do you have red pepper paste and perilla seed powder?

"Red pepper paste and perilla seed powder? Yes, I'll bring it to you right away.

A special recipe for the ghost of an uncle who said he had eaten some intestines when he was young appeared.

The special seasoning was completed by mixing red pepper paste with perilla powder and cheongyang red pepper, and the taste was enormous even when dipped in makchang.

Sweet and sour red chili pepper paste with greasy entrails and perilla powder that goes well with alcohol.

What more explanation is needed.

Wow, this is really nice.

What? Young Allah doesn't know how to taste.

It's not just knowing, it's just knowing too well! It's the same with makchang, and there. I guess you've tried some intestines, too?

It's not like I've had enough! No, it's not that, come here and get a glass of soju. I have a good feeling about it because it's like my son.

Maybe it's because we came to eat together every day.

The old man and the student ghost, who were awkward at first, seemed to have become close.

It wasn't to the point of telling each other stories of enemies who were alive, but it was because they filled their glasses and made idle jokes.

With delicious food and cool alcohol, the atmosphere quickly heated up.

A male student who was a drinking friend of the man wearing a safety helmet asked as if nothing was wrong.

By the way, I have a question. You know that hairy ghost? Some kind of gangster.

Oh, by the way?

To be honest, he looked really nice to us. I don't even know what I'm scared of. Why are you guys so scared? The furry ghost.

My pronunciation is slightly twisted because of a little alcohol.

It was a light question, but soon the safety helmet man's expression hardened.

He was not the only one.

The faces of the men who knew about the furry and the Baekbeom faction became stiff enough to notice at once.

Some people even sighed or shook their hands a little.

The atmosphere is unusual.

Well, you can't be more curious. Isn't it?

Stretch!

Uncle Ahn emptied the soju in the cup.

He put down his glass with a bitter frown.

Curiously, student ghosts were looking at him.

-Honestly, I was a little curious, too. About the furry, the Baekbeom faction.

"That's what I used to do. I didn't expect to hear it like this.….”

Honestly, Haru and Choi Hanseok were also curious.

He didn't bother to step up and break the plate and break the ice.

Picking up his head for a moment while thinking of something, he opened his mouth.

As you know, Noryangjin has been redeveloped. The whole area was pushed back, and it was rebuilt. I heard it was going to be redeveloped and there was a lot of construction. We demolished the house, pushed the land, built the building. I was a construction worker hired by the city at the time.

Redevelopment is a large-scale construction in the country.

It's literally a work that breaks down the entire neighborhood, so it takes a lot of manpower.

Even Noryangjin was still undergoing redevelopment.Uncle Safety was a hired worker early in the redevelopment.

By the way, it wasn't just the workers that the city hired.

I've hired a lot of services. Of course, the city didn't hire me directly, although I twisted it a few times. As a matter of fact, that's it. You know what the service is anyway, right?

Service

The dictionary simply means 'providing labor' but the reality is a little different.

What they provide is a fairly radical workforce.

No matter how illegal it is, there are no people who would like it if their store or place of life collapsed.

He grabs the ankle of the city's executive officers and hangs on to them, pushes in things like farm tools and blocks them, saying they can never pass.

Services are those who 'handle' merchants or local people who hold out like that.

Holding a baseball bat and smashing everything, cold-heartedly punching out people who hang on, and letting enforcement agents get inside.

That is the job of service.

And at that time, the city hired Baek Bum-pa. It was very dirty. Because it was a scene where people were beating people up. The people brought in by the city were incredibly brutal.

Then. What about you? What did you do?

A student ghost who was listening to the story asked with a little excitement.

A man with a safety helmet, who drank a glass of soju with a shadow on his face, opened his mouth.

I was just a construction worker back then. I mean, I thought I just needed to do my job and get paid.…. just sat on the sidelines.

-Such...?!

There were a lot of excuses. In fact, not all the workers stayed put. But there were some workers who ran out to stop me because they thought this wasn't right. Of course, it didn't end well.

The man sitting next to the safety man, wearing a construction work suit, joined the conversation.

He also looked up into the air with a somber glass of soju.

As if the sight of that time is unfolding right in front of me.

What do you mean, it didn't end well?

Literally. The Baekbeom faction, they wouldn't let a worker do that. He didn't hesitate to slap the dry workers. The construction site leader didn't even pay the worker who came back after being beaten like that and just kicked him out. It's been repeated a few times, and now no one is complaining.

- By the way, I'm just so sorry to think about it. If I knew I was going to die in vain, I should have been beaten up by the Baekbeom guys. If I did, I wouldn't feel as frustrated as I do now even if I died the same way.

Isn't there a reason why I can't make a holy fire even after I die?

I was the same sinner who sat on the sidelines thinking I couldn't help it, said Uncle Safety.

That's all he talked about today, Baekbeompa and the furry.

I can't believe the person in the middle of the scene where Baekbeompa was running wild as a service was nothing but a furry man. What more do I need to say?

"Well, that's... that'sorry. Mr. Baekbeom-pa's furry man."

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

Only the sizzling sound of meat was heard from time to time, and the ghosts silently leaned on each other's faces and drank.

However, none other than Haru and Choi Han-seok were most shocked.

Suddenly, the faces of the two who turned their heads and made eye contact became cold.So far, I've only heard about the scary people who are furry, the gangsters, and the white criminals, because I didn't know exactly who they were.

You were a real gangster. Yes. That old man was a real gangster.

I could understand a little bit why Furbo was so wary of the old men and other ghosts.

What can I do about myself now?

One day I couldn't easily answer that question.

* * *

"By the way, boss. Sanghyuk, who returned to the organization yesterday, was in a serious condition. You seem to have really made up your mind...…. You're amazing. You've completely changed her after a meal.”

"What? What did I do?”

"No, you're really amazing. You melted a person's heart with a bowl of food. I got a lot of energy and researched hard. I'm talking about today's hairy number three."

"Oh, yes, yes."

"First of all, my name is Bangi. His hometown is Chuncheon, Gangwon-do. The soul food is Dakgalbi. Actually, we talked a lot within the organization. I heard your favorite food is Chuncheon Dakgalbi. I heard it doesn't taste like that in Seoul."

"Dakgalbi. Chuncheon is famous for dakgalbi."

"Yes. Oh, and this guy, I think he might be a little late. It's probably around 11 o'clock, but I'll contact you later for more details."

"11 o'clock? I see."

"Thank you as always, boss. Good luck, then.

Step by step.

The time when the next morning's business has just finished.

Haru, who hung up on Hyuk-ju, put his cell phone in his pocket.

He said he will have a furry day today.

This time, it is called Hairy No. 3, his name is Hwangbangi, and his hometown in Chuncheon, Gangwon-do, is called Dakgalbi Soul Food.

The room. I kept thinking of an unusual name.

It's Haru. So, how? Are you going to continue?

"Going on?”

Cooking for the gangsters. As you heard yesterday, they weren't just nice people. The furry, the white criminals.

He was a real gangster.

A little funny to say, but isn't it.

Fortunately, I couldn't see if the furbo was coming a little late today, so I was able to talk openly with Choi Han-seok.

Haru also had a lot of worries last night.

I wonder if he's doing a great job of relieving the furry resentment and cooking for the people of Baekbeom faction.

But the answer was easier than I thought. That was even quite a clear answer.

Haru nodded while looking at Choi Han-seok with a confident look on his face.

"Yes, chef, I want to continue."

It's a bit of an unexpected answer, to be honest.…. Why?

"That's what the Lord of the Underworld gave me, right? It's about releasing ghosts and feeding them. And the goal is to disband the white-collar faction anyway."

But they're still guilty. They used to do bad things, all of them.

"I'm just a restaurant owner. Isn't it the job of the underworld to judge for sin? The chef knows it anyway. The sins of the present day are somehow to be returned."

A determined voice, a fairly coherent day's word.

Choi Han-seok couldn't help laughing when he heard that he was just a restaurant owner who could cook.

Yeah, I'm glad it's you. I'm glad it's you!

"That's a compliment, right?"Of course it's a compliment! All right, let's go grocery shopping. Chuncheon Dakgalbi is awesome again. Let's make an incredibly delicious one and send him a warm and hearty meal. I'll tell you the secret recipe I had.

"Chef Choi Han-seok's secret recipe for Dakgalbi. I'm really looking forward to it. Let's go, then!"

Pack your things like yesterday and go to the mart.

Something passed through my head of the day organizing things to buy.

"By the way, Chef. I heard that the person in that room will come around 11 o'clock today, right? I'll be a little late."

Yeah, right?

"So, at best, it could be past midnight? The time when the door opens."

Oh, yeah, you'really? I think I'm really going to skip it's Usually, an hour goes by quickly when I talk with you while drinking.

"What will happen...Well, you'll find out soon enough.”

A table where ghosts and people eat together.

I thought I might know today if I do well, which I left as a question because I didn't know what would happen.