The hands of the clock twirled a total of four times.

Four days in total.

It was a small but precious time of two days if shared with Yumi.

Shortly after the Grim Reaper's return, the door was closed.

Time for all ghosts to go back after their meal.

Come to think of it, this happened again on Yumi's first day at work.

Sure enough, Haru asked Yumi, who looked puzzled.

After thinking for a while, she replied with a voice of pride.

"What do you think? The first day of working in heaven.”

"Well, I think it's better."

"What do you mean you're feeling better?”

"Just, everything. Cooking, this restaurant, Chef Haru. Everything got better. I want to work harder."

It seemed to be true, not just words.

Yumi clenched her fist as if to see.

"I'm so glad Yumi is here. Well, let's get it over with. I need to sleep a little longer."

"Yes, sir, sir! Boss!"

Yumi who answers with energy.

I took her to clean up the kitchen utensils.

Before the door was closed, it didn't take too long for Choi Han-seok to finish because he had prepared something underneath.

The restaurant door reopened near the end of cleaning.

The Grim Reaper, who sent him away, returned to the restaurant.

"What, the restaurant was closing?”

"Oh, I'm sorry. My ears were closed, so I cleaned them up right away. If you haven't eaten, can I make you something simple?"

"Well, no. It's okay. I'll just come early next time."

The Grim Reaper has a bad taste in his mouth.

She seemed to be somewhat lost in the taste of the day.

I'll save some for the grim reaper next time.

By the time the day was thinking so, Yumi stepped in.

"Dear Grim Reaper, did you go far away? I mean... the holy fire?"

"Naturally, those young people are trial, judge, and nothing. It's Direct Reincarnation. I'm going back to my mom and dad who missed me.”

"That's good. I'm sure he'll grow up to be a cool kid. "Fallin' in the air!"

'You'll never know until you get there.'

Sometimes I feel that way in my life.

When you send a precious person first.

A butterfly sitting on my shoulder by chance or a flower blooming in a place with memories of someone.

There are times when a dog similar to the dog you sent comes to the front of the house and shows its face.

"That's what they're...…. It wasn't just a coincidence.”

"There are coincidences, and there are things that aren't. You don't know."

The grim reaper, who answered the day's words as if it was nothing, stretched out.

"But maybe if you didn't feel like it was a coincidence. Probably not."

"As expected, right? Oh, yes, Grim Reaper."

He called the grim reaper who was about to go back, saying he would come back next time.

I had one thing left to say thank you.

"Huh?"

"You know what you told me last time. There will be one crisis and one opportunity ahead."

"Oh, that? It was a favor of the Lord of the Underworld. You should thank the Lord of the Underworld, not me.

"But thanks to you, I was able to get through Park Gun-il's work. One crisis was talking about evil spirits, and one chance was talking about Yumi, right?”

Haru smiled at Yumi, who was next to him.

She scratched her head and evaded the gaze vaguely.

But the mood seemed rather good.

He couldn't have felt bad because he told me that his day as a chef he respected was an opportunity.But the grim reaper's reaction was a little strange.

"Uh... that's not it."

"What? What do you mean no?"

"Half right, half wrong. It's true that your chance for one day is Yumi, but the crisis is not here yet."

"Mr. Park Gun-il, who was called evil spirit, visited our table heaven.…, not a crisis?”

"Devils are in danger. To be honest, that was enough to take care of itself without me warning you."

It was so true that there was nothing to say.

In fact, when Park Gun-il first came to the restaurant, he had a hard time with his flesh, but anyway, he spent it well with Choi Han-seok.

One day, I only thought that the crisis told me by the grim reaper was over.

But the real thing hasn't come yet?

Can't you tell me more about it? Are you serious about this between us?

"Don't push me too hard. I don't know the details. I'm just a ghost carrying the Lord of the Underworld."

"So it's only a few days away. I don't know what it is, but the grim reaper said he'd be here soon."

"That's true. Anyway, don't worry too much. The King of the Underworld is not a thoughtless man, and you said that Haru thinks very well of you. If it was something you couldn't handle, you would have done something else.”

"What should I do?”

"I don't know what can I say? You can just do what you're doing. Cooking, pouring my heart into it, running a store. Haru, you know the best, don't you?”

"Okay, but thank you for telling me."

The grim reaper bowed his head, and the grim reaper went out of the door and disappeared.

She used to say vague things, but today she seemed to be serious.

Indeed, the grim reaper also doesn't know what the crisis is like that King Yeomra told him.

"I hope everything is fine."

You're right. Well, maybe it's just my feeling, I feel a bit down my spine.

A certain threat that may come at any time.

There was nothing more uncomfortable than this.

It seemed darker outside the darkened restaurant today.

* * *

It was a day when I was very nervous thinking about the words of the grim reaper, but nothing special happened as I thought.

No, rather, days of peace continued to go by so much that it seemed too much.

Even good things happened over and over again when I thought it was worth forgetting.

The most pleasant thing about the past 15 days was that of course, a precious guest came.

I wonder if it's been a little more than a week since I've been away.

Late lunch time, a little less than 4 o'clock.

A couple of men and women visited a restaurant.

"Can I have a meal now? It's lunch time."

"Oh, of course. It's okay because it's not past the last order time yet. Come on in."

A male guest in construction work clothes, and a female guest with a slim face.

A day that I wanted to get used to soon came to mind.

It's him. Who came to lunch the day he came and had grilled mackerel!"

At that time, a male customer ate mackerel and seaweed soup so deliciously that I remembered it in the corner of my head.

Seeing you take good care of the woman next to you, you seemed more like a married couple than a girlfriend.

The menu of the day was sweet and sour bibim-guksu and grilled ribs.

Haru especially made the sauce for bibimguksu.Wash the boiled white noodles in water, blow up the starch, and add enough vinegar to it. The freshness of vinegar and the spicy and sweet taste of red pepper paste.

Sprinkle it with plum syrup flavored sauce.

Then, cucumber and pungwi were garnished, half boiled egg was placed on top, and enough sesame seeds were sprinkled.

Chewy noodles and nice appearance.

In addition, plum syrup, vinegar, and perilla oil sprinkled with the finish are appetizing dishes.

It was also the best combination of brown ribs that Yumi had measured.

Both of them ordered the heavenly meal, so when they gave it to her, her husband deliberately said it was delicious and ate with exaggerated gestures.

After holding two large pieces of meat with chopsticks, he rolled up the noodles and put them in one bite, frowning pleasantly around his eyes, saying it was delicious.

"Honey, look at this. Doesn't the noodles really taste red? It's really good! Sweet and sour.”

"Eat a lot honey. I just don't have a taste."

"Don't be so hard on it, let's eat together. I told you. It's a really good restaurant. I really wanted to come here with my honey.”

"How am I supposed to eat? Far... far... it hasn't been long since my baby left."

"It's not your fault that she's gone. But we still have to live on. You have to eat to survive."

"Yes, you should."

Is it because of her husband's consolation?

The wife slowly picked up her chopsticks and picked up a few strands of bibim noodles.

After hesitating for a while, I put it in my mouth, and my tired eyes suddenly opened.

"How does it taste? Delicious, huh?

"Uh... Yeah. It's very delicious."

"Eat up, eat up! I got paid today. But you can't get indigestion, so chew it well, okay?

"Yes, thank you, honey."

Slurp, slurp!

Slurp!

As expected, there was nothing like bibim-guksu to revive one's taste buds.

My wife's eating noodles got a little faster.

After eating awkwardly one or two strands, now it's really slurping and eating deliciously.

Haru and Yumi, who were unintentionally eavesdropping on the couple's conversations, also noticed.

"CEO Haru. Are they.”

"Right, I think they're parents. Come to think of it, he came to see us the night he went to our restaurant...….”

What a coincidence.

I can't believe my son came to eat grilled mackerel in the morning and ate it so deliciously.

Come to think of it, my father said that when he came in the morning, grilled mackerel for a day was better than mackerel cooked by his wife at home.

Of course, it would have been a biological mackerel, not a liver mackerel, because he was eating a lot.

Of course, it didn't taste good because it didn't taste good for adults.

That's what I think. I thought cooking was really interesting.

Perhaps because she was hungry, her wife, who was hurriedly eating noodles, emptied half of the bowl and put down her chopsticks.

Then I stared blankly into my husband's eyes.

"Honey, can I eat like this? Do I deserve it?"

"Don't think so."

"I'm so annoyed. The noodles are so delicious. I enjoyed it. I ate it like this. I'm so annoyed by that. My kid can't even taste this. Like that...."

His eyes shook pitifully as if they had gathered the pain of the whole world in one place.Haru and Yumi, who were looking at it, also seemed to be heartbroken.

No, I wanted to go tell you right away.

I was so grateful to my mother and father.

I was a kid who ate mackerel that my mother cooked for me.

Besides, I'm just waiting to go back.

Just as Haru is seriously contemplating.

The husband wiped the red sauce off his wife's mouth and opened her mouth.

"No."

"What?"

"No, I'm not far away."

My father's eyes shook precariously.