Memories flowed into Choi Han-seok's head, who realized something.

The very day he died.

He was with Park Joo-hyuk.

"Joohyuk, it's your last chance. I'm really the last one to ask.”

"Yes, Master."

Choi Han-seok glared at Park Joo-hyuk.

A completely different atmosphere from the usual giggle.

He was genuinely angry.

To his son-like student, Park Joo-hyuk. And to his unyielding pride.

Choi Han-seok's eyes boiled with fire, but Park Joo-hyuk also faced him without losing.

The kitchen of a dark oral fairy tale.

At the place where all the other employees left work, Choi Han-seok asked, holding back his anger.

"Do you really think there is no limit to Korean food? "Chinese, Japanese, and Western food are the best of all the dishes in the world. There's nothing beyond Korean food! Do you really think so?”

Crack!

Choi Han-seok said so and put out two plates of food in front of Park Joo-hyuk.

It was none other than an egg roll on a luxurious white plate.

Of course, it was a different recipe.

The one on the left is a standard rolled omelet that any Korean would nod their head.

After mixing it well, strain it through a sieve and season it with egg water.

I put carrots, green onions, and other things in it.

The one on the right looked a bit unique.

There was soy sauce and perilla leaves, and there was a mildly savory scent.

Add cream and butter to egg water.

Naturally, it was made by Park Joo-hyuk on the left and Choi Han-seok on the right.

Royal recipe: food made by fusion with Western ingredients.

Choi Han-seok cut the two egg rolls little by little and pushed them into Park Joo-hyuk.

"Try it. Taste it slowly. Then, put your hand on your chest and say it. Which one tastes better."

"Yes, sir."

Park Joo-hyuk brought chopsticks with a firm expression.

After tasting what he made first, he tried what Choi Han-seok made.

With a little butter and whipped cream, it was much lighter and more moist than what you made.

On top of that, the perilla leaves completely eliminated the greasiness, and the soy sauce added flavor.

In fact, the answer to Choi Han-seok's question about what tastes better was already set.

There was a difference from the ingredients.

That's why Park said. With your hand on your chest as your teacher said.

"The teacher's rolled omelette is more delicious. It's more moist and has a better flavor. Yes, it's a taste that can't be served with egg rolls in traditional Korean recipes."

Park Joo Hyuk who answers without hesitation.

He's finally come to his senses.

Choi Han-seok's face, which had been hardened, was instantly released.

"Yes, Joo-hyuk, you know it well. Korean food? That's nice. But there's a limit that you can't overcome. We are chefs who make Korean food. But please, let's just leave out the two letters of 'orthodox'. Huh?"

"By the way, Master. This is what I think."

"……What is it?"

"Your egg roll is definitely more delicious than mine. However, considering that the restaurant that sells rolled omelet is a 'traditional' Korean restaurant called 'Gujeon Story'."

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

Choi Han-seok's face, which had been somewhat relaxed, hardened into a hard gray color.

He clenched his fists unconsciously. Blood veins popped out of my red-hot hands.

"I think my way is better."

Park did not change his mind until the end.Korean food must be as traditional as it is.

As soon as Western ingredients are added, it's not Korean food.

He was more conservative than anyone else in the world when it came to cooking.

He nailed Choi Han-seok's chest with his father.

I was more cynical about cooking than anyone else.

"Park Joo Hyuk, you punk."

"Now that you've answered, let me ask you a question. Teacher. No, chef Choi Hanseok. Are you really a Korean food chef?”

"What?"

"The Korean food chef is the one who has to make Korean food. What do you mean butter? What do you mean whipped cream? Does that make any sense?"

"You, now it's a horse...…”

"The teacher said, The oral fairy tale is a Korean restaurant. Guests who come to oral fairy tales come to taste Korean food. It's not an egg roll with whipped cream!"

"Oh, my..."

Choi Han-seok released his strength with his fist.

It wasn't just him. I felt like my whole body was completely drained.

I thought hard, organizing my throbbing mind.

'Where the hell did it go wrong?’

Joo Hyuk was a precious child.

He brought him in as a pupil and raised him as a chef, but he was like a son to him.

Choi Han-seok struggled to squeeze out the words in a barely heard voice.

"I still remember the day I first brought you. February was the winter when the cold wind blew.”

"Why are you telling me that now?”

"Michelin One Star Korean Restaurant, Yukmi Hall. It was the first day I served the Amusebush I made while barely settling down there. No matter how nervous I was at the time. In my recipe, it couldn't have been better that my cooking was officially served in the Yukmi Pavilion.”

“…….”

Twenty-three-year-old Park Joo-hyuk, who was crazy about cooking.

He took a bite of Choi Han-seok's dish and lined up holding his pants.

Kneeling down to his knees, he appealed sincerely.

'Even if it's unpaid, it's fine. Chef, please let me work in this restaurant!’

"It was so nice, so moving, and so embarrassing. I wasn't a high-ranking chef or anything at the time."

There was one thing in common between Choi Han-seok and Park Joo-hyuk.

That they were both crazy about cooking.

However, the outcome of the two men's pursuit was completely different.

Anyway, that day, Choi Han-seok couldn't just abandon the young man who fell in love with his cooking.

Because he knew he was a kind of fellow.

Park Chu-hyuk was hired at Yukmi Museum as an assistant, taking care of all the circumstances and circumstances that senior chefs had.

The relationship between the two, which began like that, continued a few years later until Choi Han-seok left the Yukmi Hall and set up a oral fairy tale.

Because they were already in a relationship beyond a strong priesthood.

but

"I raised you as best I could. He passed on all the cooking knowledge I know and sent me to study abroad. I've done everything to make it possible to pass on my masterpiece, oral fairy tale. But what is this?"

"I always look up to you...….”

"Joohyuk."

Park Chu-hyuk looks angry with his head down.

Choi Han-seok, who looked pitifully at him, sighed and opened his mouth.

Because I didn't even have the energy to talk anymore.

"Korean food chef? Good. By the way, please be a cook before that. Whether it's authentic Korean food or fusion Korean food, feed your guests delicious food to become a chef. You idiot!"

Boom!

That was it.

Choi threw away the plate he was holding and walked out of the restaurant.I really wanted to get angry if I could. Joo-hyuk, who doesn't know anything about his words and mind, wanted to beat him up and let him get his act together.

However, he knew at the same time.

That he can't do that.

Because he loved his student so much.

"Don't try to get back on the oral fairy tale until you've fixed that rotten mind. Park Joo-hyuk."

That's all Choi Han-seok could do.

* * *

Choi Han-seok declared war on Park Chu-hyuk.

Don't think about getting back into the oral fairy tale until you've changed your mind.

He really intended to do so.

Even if there was a limit to asking for understanding by telling all the other chefs in the oral fairy tale, I wanted to take care of his mental head properly.

But heaven didn't let him do that.

The reason was simple.

Choi Han-seok was blinded by anger and couldn't see an inch ahead, and in front of the oral fairy tale, the streetlights were lit sparsely, and a car driven by a drunk driver was running on the green-lit crosswalk.

Crack, crack, whoops! Whoops!

The loud roar that Choi Han-seok heard as soon as he left the oral fairy tale.

When Park Joo-hyuk, who was surprised, kicked out the door, it was already late.

It was a traffic accident caused by a drunk driver.

The runaway car stopped after hitting Choi Han-seok and hitting a street tree a few meters further.

Tubbuck, tubbuck.

Park Joo-hyuk stood in front of the terrible scene with trembling steps.

"Teacher..."

I didn't know what the hell happened.

But this one thing was for sure.

The fact that Choi Han-seok can't be safe.

At the same time, Park thought.

"……then, what about oral fairy tales?"

Choi Han-seok is a person who has no connection.

There were no remaining family members or relatives, and even his wife, who was the last couple, left first.

There's only one person I can say is meant to be.

He's not the one he's known since he started his career as a chef.

In addition, Choi Han-seok had already bragged to many people that he would pass on the oral fairy tale to Park Joo-hyuk when he died.

Tens of thousands of thoughts passed through Park Joo-hyuk's head.

Yeah, it's sad. It's the same thing as a big star in the gourmet industry.

But for himself.

Maybe it's a chance, isn'

"Yes."

Park Joo-hyuk summarized his thoughts.

I picked up my cell phone and called 119.

He muttered quietly, waiting silently for the police to be called in within five minutes.

"Please watch, Master. I'm going to watch the three stars of oral fairy tales. In my own way. Please."

There's a saying.

People never change.

Park Chu-hyuk was just like that.

He thought of continuing his teacher's will.

We have to protect the oral fairy tale.

Not in his own way, but in his own way.

The road at late dawn was desolate. Park Joo-hyuk was the only one who was with me.

However, there were two more eyes watching him like that.

"Oh, my God, what a son of a b*tc*! Don't you think so, mister?"

The grim reaper, who came to collect Choi Han-seok's soul, frowned at Park Joo-hyuk.

Choi Han-seok, who slowly walked out of the disastrous body, alternately looked at the grim reaper and Park Joo-hyuk and said a word.

He also knew that he was dead.

But it wasn't that difficult to accept.

"That's too much to say, son of a b*tc*. Can't you go easy on the bad guy?""Okay, okay."

"Well, that's what it is. Oh, and by the way. What am I gonna do now?"

"Hmm…… You're supposed to go straight to the underworld. I've just had a hard time with this happened.”

"HANN?"

Imprecise words from the grim reaper.

When Choi Han-seok was drawing a question mark on his face, the grim reaper stared at Park Joo-hyuk and said.

"Mr. Choi Han-seok, remember clearly. Now what your son said, what he thought. You'll probably forget about it soon."

"Forget it...….”

Ghosts who remain resentful and become the original spirits soon forget that resentment.

Without even knowing what your own grudge is. You will wander around the world without a promise.

It was a nasty law of the underworld.

However, Choi only snorted.

"I think that would be better."

The grim reaper laughed along.

"You know there are a lot of people who say that?"

"What, there's no such thing as an endless ghost."

Eventually, the grim reaper left Choi Han-seok's soul.

Left alone, Choi slowly walked into the oral fairy tale.

Shortly after he crossed the entrance to the restaurant, the memory of earlier completely disappeared.

A painful wound that was betrayed.

Like that, I thought you'd be forgetting without a promise.

'Korean restaurants like Korean restaurants...….’

It came to mind without any notice.

Looking at Park Joo-hyuk swearing in front of his dead self.

"Chef Choi Han-seok…….”

But this time it was a little different.

Did you say good things will bring you good luck.

Fortunately, Park Joo-hyuk was not the only one who met Choi Han-seok.

If Park Joo-hyuk was interested in his recipes, he was interested in his cooking itself one day.

A child of wonderful destiny, met as a ghost.

If it's him.

Choi Han-seok gave strength to his eyes as he looked at the day when he was worried about him.