"I'm sorry……. I'm so sorry...….”

"Well, wait a minute. Are you... crying now?”

"Oh, no. I'm not crying. I'm not crying."

"Huh……"

Bang was just 25 years old.

I had a history of being abused by my parents, because I was exempted from the military for mental disqualification reasons.

But such a room, still a young man, was kneeling down and sobbing, forcing himself to hold back his tears.

The suit, which had been dressed as neatly as possible, quickly became disorganized.

"What's going on? Oh, my."

As if it was a little ridiculous, the uncle looked at such a room and said.

At first, the lady, who was very embarrassed, also stared blankly at the fruits and meat that Bang had bought.

"Huh? What's that? Mom, who's this uncle? Why are you standing there like that?”

How many minutes has it been?

A child squatted down in the corner of the store and played with his cell phone ran out.

It was a boy about to be seven years old, and he seemed to be the son of two. Probably a hard-earned baby.

I wonder what this is all about.

The child, who was leaning between the mother and the room, stood tall in front of Bangi and asked.

"Uncle, why are you crying? Who made you sad?”

"Son, don't get involved in adults' business and go play over there!"

"But my mom and dad look sad, too. Uncle's crying, too. I don't like that! And... this uncle bought delicious food! Look at this, dad. There's even strawberries that my mom and I love!”

Bang went through the bag that Bang brought, listening to his father's words, "Who is the least obedient seven years old in the world?" and "Go away."

When I found a pack of strawberries, I smiled and hugged them.

"Mom, dad. What's wrong with you? Did this uncle do anything bad? Can't we just go in and eat strawberries?”

"Son, you have to listen to your father! Get in there!"

"Huh……I don't want to, Mom, why are you yelling at me...…hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

A child who eventually burst into tears.

Crying his eyes out, he held a box of strawberries in both hands tightly in his chest.

Even if he liked strawberries, he seemed to really like them.

"Sigh. How can I do this?"

The uncle and the lady looked alternately at the child, who was crying excitedly, and the room, who was bowing silently.

Eventually, the ground went down and he sighed and said to Bangi.

"Just get up and come inside. It's time for no customers anyway. Honey, please go close the store."

"Yes, honey."

"And... wash that strawberry for me."

A woman who was embarrassed by her husband's request to wash strawberries.

However, he made eye contact for a few seconds and nodded, saying, "I can't help it."

The room that got up sat face to face with the uncle at the table in the restaurant.

Shortly after, the lady washed the strawberries and brought them, and only the sound of her son, who stopped crying, eating strawberries deliciously was heard inside the restaurant.

Bang, whose eyes were swollen, was just shaking his head like a sinner.

It's been such a long time since it's been a while.

It was none other than the old man who broke the silence first.

"Now that I think about it. We've done something wrong."

"Hey, honey, what's that's--….”"That's what it is. We did business with formal permission at the time, or we paid proper taxes. I've been doing business there for two years and tax evasion is enough to make it three thousand. Don't you think?"

"However, at the time."

"When the city asked us to voluntarily remove it, we didn't do that's what we did. I don't want to go out. If I get a store and do business formally, I won't be able to do what I do now."

At the words of such an uncle, the lady could not say anything.

Stroking his son's head, the man continued to open his mouth.

"That was a lot of excuses. We have to find a house, think about old money, it was illegal for someone to commit anyway. Like this. Now that I think about it, it was ridiculous."

"Honey……."

"Now our moon is seven years old. I'm going to elementary school soon, so a parent should live a little more honorable life.”

Words of extraordinary nuance.

And compared to the beginning, their expressions are relaxed.

To Bang, who suddenly raised his head, the uncle stepped up and looked him in the eye and said.

"Did you say your name was Bang? How old are you now?

"Twenty... ..five."

"You're still young. Yeah, I'm old enough to do anything."

"I'm sorry, ma'am, and mister."

"That's enough. Let's stop. I won't say much, thank you. Thank you for coming. And for apologizing."

"He, uh....”

"We haven't done anything wrong either, so I forgive you. Now, it's time to forget.”

The uncle looked at his wife next to him, saying so in a gentle voice.

The lady turned her head away with a hint that she didn't like it a little bit, but she glanced at Bangi.

"Thank you. Really, thank you…….”

"Okay, I'll give you some tissue, wipe your tears. Your eyes are completely at night, yes. By the way, have you eaten?"

"Yes?"

Something familiar, coming from the momentarily.

That's about the same thing I heard last night.

It was not just words.

The emotions and sincerity contained in them were similar.

Yesterday's cart bar glistened in front of the room.

With the happy smile of the day, the taste of warm chicken ribs and sweet alcohol seemed to be felt on the tip of my tongue.

"Did you eat?" You little brat."

"Oh, no. I haven't eaten yet."

"Then eat and go. My house is a famous restaurant, so can I just send someone who hasn't eaten yet? Do you like tteokbokki?

"I love tteokbokki. Yes, it's my favorite food in the world!"

"That's a relief. Honey, I'm begging you. I'll roll a line of gimbap for you. You can eat it all, right?”

"Yes, of course!"

The room where you answer bravely.

So far, the reality hasn't hit home.

Because I was really forgiven.

It was something that had been left deep in my heart.

I felt relieved as if the stone that had fallen on my chest had been removed.

Shortly after, the lady and uncle brought the food.

Tteokbokki and kimbap that you made yourself.

The red tteokbokki, which used wheat cake, had a boiled egg with a lot of seasoning on it, and the kimbap, which was made with various ingredients, was sprinkled with sesame oil on top of it.

Once again, he bowed his head saying thank you and picked up a fork.

A bite of chewy wheat tteok spread the taste of spicy and salty tteok-bokki.

It was so delicious to wrap rice cake in fish cake, and it was also delicious to cut boiled eggs in half and mix them with a fork.If you take a piece of gimbap and dip it in tteokbokki sauce, it would be the end.

It was perfect to put a piece of fish cake on it.

There were so many ways to eat, all of which were really delicious.

Bangi chewed his mouth full of tteokbokki and gimbap.

The uncle and the lady stared at such a room.

Like that, one serving of Tteokbokki and a line of Gimbap were about to disappear like a blindfold to Mafaram.

Boom boom boom!

Someone knocked on the door of the restaurant, which had been closed for a while.

Outside the door, two young men were seen holding a black bag.

The man, who was wondering what was going on, rushed out.

"Oh, I'm sorry. We closed the restaurant for a short time because of work.….”

"Ha? You're talking about work. Didn't you play with the food and close it because you were scared?"

"Yes, yes? No. What is that....”

I apologized politely, but the words I couldn't understand returned.

You think people who look at least 15 years younger than you were fooling around with food? What are you talking about?

"Mister, look at this place carefully. Here's tteokbokki. You see that stone in there?

"We almost broke our teeth while eating this. Fortunately, I found it in the middle. If it wasn't for you, if you really broke your teeth, how would you take responsibility?

Two young men took out a styrofoam container with leftover tteokbokki from a black plastic bag.

The horse is "remaining from eating," and there are almost four or five rice cakes left, so it's almost finished.

Anyway, it came out of here, sticking out a stone the size of a thumbnail.

"First of all, I'm really sorry, sir. But this doesn't make sense. Even if it's a small stone, it has a rock this size."

"Mr. Lee, what are you talking about? So now we're lying?"

"No, it's not that...….”

"If not, what is it? This is what you're talking about! Just, like, call the consumer service? Mister, do you want to be shut down?"

"If you don't want to, let's just cut it out and move on. We'll cut you some slack for your treatment. Yes?"

Watching him speak roughly and push, it was not once or twice that he had done it.

It is simply ridiculous that a stone that big has come out.

However, there was no way to respond to the situation from the perspective of an uncle who was the owner of a small neighborhood snack bar.

I just bow my head and I'm sorry. I'm just saying.

"I'm sorry, sir. It's not that."

"If not! You're just saying customers look like water, right? I can't help it. I have to show you what I've got to...….”

"Show me."

"……What?"

A young man who was trying to clean up the old man paused for a moment.

A strange voice suddenly interrupted.

Suddenly, I looked up and saw a rice cake stand behind the uncle, dressed in a suit.

"Who are you?"

"I told you to show me. You thugs. Let's do it. Show me what you've done."

Gangster's period was none other than gangster's in the world.

When the room of the sturdy rice cake table stepped up like that, the two young men, who were properly pushed out of the power struggle, faltered and slowly stepped back."It's just, bam!"

"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!”

Soon, Bang raised his right arm slightly as they did to his uncle, and the frightened ones ran away as if to save them.

The situation was sorted out in an instant.

The uncle looked at Bang with a dumbfounded expression.

"You..."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I promised not to use violence. Well, I think you're in trouble.…. I'm so sorry!"

"No, it's not that. It's violence, and you sleep. Hmm. It's a bit out of the blue. The room is about you.”

"Yes, yes, mister."

"Do you have any thoughts of working part-time at our store?"

"…Huh?!"

Soon, something unexpected came out.

What do you mean a part-time job?

Here, at the flower pig snack bar?

"No, you said that earlier. I'm thinking of starting an organization, but I haven't decided where to go yet."

"Well, that's the case."

"Just now. You've become a man with a big mouth. It's the perfect manpower for our store, I mean. Honey, what do you think?”

"Well, I don't think that's so wrong."

"Really?"

The old man and the old lady nodded gently.

The dumbfounded room murmured unconsciously.

"Thank you……."

"Huh? What?"

"Thank you, Ms. Grant! I will do my best and do my best!"

"Oh, you're already the boss? Yeah, that's great, you're full of energy."

An old man who smiles at the room with the attitude of a new soldier who just joined the army.

His son, who was eating strawberries he bought, also jumped on the mood and shouted.

"Oh yeah! I'll do my best!"

I don't know if this is the power of apology that the grim reaper said.

The bottom line is that it's finished well.

And these things have been happening on the back of the hearts of other white-collar gang members.

One person a day.

The white and transparent spaces of Baekbeompa increased.