My wife, looking into my husband''s eyes, put down her chopsticks hard.

    Then he shouted in a grief-stricken voice.

    "If it''s not gone. Then what is it?"

    "When we gave birth to each other. That''s why you named it after the bird sitting on the rooftop. I want my child to fly like that bird and dream about himself."

    "I did... yes."

    "Birds fly far away, but they always come back. To where it was. To his house."

    “…….”

    "HulHul will be back, too. We just have to be better parents until then."

    "Honey."

    "So try some more. Don''t think like that. He was tired, but he''s getting so emaciated because he''s not eating anything.”

    My wife nodded quietly instead of answering.

    He picked up his chopsticks again and quietly began to eat bibim-guksu.

    Slurp, slurp.

    The sound of eating noodles in the restaurant rang quietly.

    But obviously, it was a much better sound than before.

    Choi Han-seok, who was looking at it with a pleased expression, said floating in the air.

    I told you so. Parents are strong.

    "Really, I think I know why he said he only had one parent.”

    My parents...

    Yumi looked at such a couple and gave them an indescribable.

    Because she also had many things to do with her parents.

    I''m sure you have dozens or hundreds of ideas right now.

    But I didn''t ask for anything out of date.

    From now on, it was something Yumi had to overcome by herself.

    "Thank you for the meal, boss!"

    "It was delicious. I''ll be back."

    Two people got up from their seats after eating.

    Looking sideways, both of them ate without a single strand of noodles.

    My wife, who came in emaciated as if she was almost dying, left the restaurant with a much better look.

    While the husband was paying, the wife wrote something in the menu application column near the restaurant entrance.

    Immediately after the two went back, Haru, who couldn''t resist curiosity, opened the application box and opened the note.

    [Grilled mackerel (Not seasoned with vegetables, but living things!)]

    It''s going to be like a grilled fish restaurant. How can you only grill mackerel on a empty day?

    "Customers love it. Isn''t it the charm of a successful baekban restaurant to serve a popular menu?”

    Haru looked outside the restaurant, thinking that he should put another grilled mackerel on his meal list next week.

    I thought there would be two more regulars soon.

    And in a little while, two regulars would be three.

    It''s already been nearly five days since that happened.

    There was a threat from the grim reaper and nearly 15 days passed, but when nothing happened, it felt like tension was going to disappear.

    I asked the ghosts if anything was going on, but they all said nothing special.

    Just as the two words crisis were about to fade away from my mind.

    Late evening when business was almost over.

    A special guest visited the table heaven.

    "Well, can I order now?”

    "Oh, of course! It works, but...…. Mr. Kim. You''re here alone. He came with his team members for lunch earlier."

    Haru, who greeted guests as usual, was surprised and asked.

    Mr. Kim was a grateful customer in charge of sales of office workers near here, as he became a regular customer from the first day of the opening of the table''s heaven.His team, which easily exceeded 10 people, visited the restaurant several times a week with a group reservation.

    It''s been a great help to lunch time sales as it went viral among office workers.

    In fact, Kim and his team members made a group reservation just hours ago and ate.

    It was not enough that the customers who came to lunch came back in the evening, but when Deputy Kim, who always came as a group, visited the restaurant alone, I wondered what had happened.

    No, just looking at Manager Kim''s expression, he looked worried and worried.

    "I just wanted to have a drink. They sell alcohol here."

    "Alcohol... works, though. I don''t think I can stay too long. I think it''ll be about two hours."

    In the evening, I had to clean up the restaurant and prepare to greet ghosts.

    Kim nodded, "That''s enough."

    Come to think of it, Deputy Kim was the first customer to visit a restaurant to drink like this.

    I brought alcohol for the ghosts, but most of them were just having a quick drink while eating.

    "Then I''d like to order two bottles of soju and kkanpunggi. Oh, can I order a single product instead of an official one?

    "I''ll do it for you. And I''ll give you a bottle of soju first, so order more when you''re done. It''s not good to drink too much."

    "Okay, thank you, boss."

    In addition to the main heaven meal, stir-fried spicy pork and kkanpunggi meal were also sold in Bapsang Heaven.

    Although it was much less expensive than the formal ceremony of heaven, there were still some people who were constantly looking for it, so I had some preparations every day.

    When I returned to the kitchen after receiving the order, Yumi took out all the ingredients.

    Marinated chicken, sauce, and vegetables to go in.

    "Thank you," said Haru, who said hello with his eyes.

    "I''ll make the side dishes, so Yumi, can you take out the side dishes for Mr. Kim to be satisfied with?”

    "Yes, sir!"

    I sent Yumi first and rolled up my sleeves.

    The chicken leg meat, which had been seasoned with refined rice wine, ginger, pepper, and salt, was removed from the refrigerator.

    All the kkanpunggi in heaven on the table is made of chicken legs only.

    Pour a cup of starch into the moist chicken to make the dough sticky, and fry it immediately in oil.

    PASSTA-!

    The sound of oil splattering on the eardrum as if it were a shower.

    Fry it over high heat for about half, cool it down for a while, and fry it twice in medium-high heat.

    Of course, this will make the tempura more crispy. Juice is also better preserved.

    So the golden boneless fried chicken.

    Cut green onions and peppers into soy sauce, sugar, and vinegar base sauce and stir-fry them with shredded onions.

    Because it was a vinegar base sauce, a sour smell came up, and it evaporated and disappeared in an instant, leaving only a sweet taste.

    Let''s stir-fry it with a wok. A plate of Kkanpunggi.

    I put it on a plate and sprinkled sesame seeds.

    "Here''s the kkanpunggi you ordered."

    "Wow, that''s a hell of a thing.

    Kim, who had already drank more than half a bottle of soju, greeted the day with a face that began to heat up.I can''t believe he drank like that even though the main dish hasn''t come out yet.

    Something must have happened.

    "You should try it. It''s hot, so be careful."

    "Of course, let''s see."

    Deputy Kim picked up chopsticks and pierced a piece of kkanpunggi.

    Crunch very thinly fried fried chicken with skin! As it broke, white oil and juices flowed through it and mixed with golden sauce.

    The white steaming one blew it and cooled it down and put it in my mouth.

    It''s bursting with juice. The savory flavor and chewy texture of the chicken legs, and the sauce for the kkanpunggi that won''t be greasy.

    Maybe it was hot, but he gulped down his lips and drank a glass of soju.

    "Wow!"

    "Are you all right?"

    "It''s not all right. I''ve tried all the Chinese kkanpunggi around here, but it was all soggy because the sauce was awesome. But it''s...All I can say is that you are the boss.”

    "Huh, I''m flattered."

    "It''s a taste that''s washed away. That''s awesome."

    Manager Kim is so absorbed in eating Kkanpunggi.

    In an instant, a bottle of soju was emptied, so Haru sneaked a new bottle of soju out of the refrigerator.

    "By the way. Did something happen today? Drinking like this. You look like you have something on your mind."

    "Thinking…… Does it look like that?”

    "Yes, absolutely! It says on my face that I''m a troubled person!"

    "That''s... I mean...….”

    It just so happens that there are almost no guests.

    Yumi, who was caring about Deputy Kim with Haru, stepped in and said.

    Kim, who hesitated for a while, drank another glass of soju and carefully opened his mouth.

    It was Kim, who was careful when all the team members came to lunch and recommended accompaniment, saying that he was weak in alcohol.

    He had emptied a bottle of soju in an instant, so he was already somewhat distracted.

    He even opened a new bottle and poured half a bottle in 10 minutes.

    Everyone was nervous, including Haru, because Kim''s expression looked very heavy.

    Boom--!

    Deputy Kim hit the desk hard.

    A drop of tears flowed down his eyes.

    "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Yejin. I''m sorry!"

    The atmosphere is unusual.

    Mr. Kim, who seemed firm, suddenly cried calling someone''s name.

    It was as clear as no small matter.

    I even thought that the crisis that the grim reaper said might have come to me now.

    When Choi Han-seok and Yumi were showing off a serious atmosphere, Haru asked carefully with a little cold sweat.

    "Who''s Yejin? Why don''t you do that?" Manager Kim, calm down a little."

    "Mingyu...…I''m sorry, Mingyu, I''m so sorry!"

    Who is Mingyu after Yejin?

    Besides, what do you mean dad?

    "Are you married, Mr. Kim? Are Yejin and Mingyu Kim''s children?

    "No, that marriage is not yet...….”

    Manager Kim, shaking his head slowly.

    A darker shade fell on the face of the day.

    I can''t believe I have two children when I''m not married.

    In addition, Kim is just in his early 30s.

    I could see why you were drinking so hard.

    "What''s going on with you guys? Yejin and Mingyu are about elementary school students?"

    "I don''t know about that.""What? You don''t know?”

    "It''s just... I''ve been thinking that. If I were to marry Jiyoung, I would have a daughter and a son. My daughter''s name is Yejin and my son''s name is Mingyu.….”

    "Huh?"

    The expression of the world''s serious day was filled with embarrassment.

    What is this guy talking about?

    Who else is Jiyoung?

    I thought something happened because I cried out my son''s name, who is a comic actor.

    He''s just a kid who''s been thinking about it?

    "Well, who are you, Jiyoung? You''re not your wife or anything?”

    "Wow, my wife! No way. Jiyoung is a colleague who joined us a few days ago. Actually, I''ve had a crush on her for a long time. Well, I mean. Oh, by the way, she''s not my wife!"

    “…….”

    The face of the day hardened.

    I''m sorry for the imaginary son of a b*tc* drinking alone. To the point of screaming.

    There was even an imaginary wife.

    As expected, it was a big trouble.

    It''s a relief that it''s not a big thing that Haru was thinking about, but it was also a big deal in its own way.