"What? Jongkook, what did the boss say?"

    "I moved here because business was bad. If fish-shaped buns don''t sell well here, he said he would close his business.”

    "No, you can''t! How many presidents even sell these proper bungeoppang this season? Who''s going to fold it? No way. Such a proper boss should be punished with money. Don''t you think so, Joohyuk?"

    "That''s true. I don''t know from whom, but the boss learned it properly. It would be a waste if this kind of person disappeared."

    "Am I! This fish-shaped bun Michelin judge Kim Ho-sung satisfied my taste buds. If business is bad, I''ll make it happen."

    After a brief absence from Bin''s remarks, which were worse than expected, seniors started a heated discussion behind him.

    The topic is that I want to protect this cold fish bun shop.

    Just in case someone is not a chef, a specific cooking story came out.

    The reason why people don''t buy bungeoppang in summer.

    It''s really simple.

    Bungeoppang is a winter food, and it''s hot. There won''t be many people who want to eat hot food even though it''s hot.

    In other words

    "Then why don''t you make it cool?"

    "Oh, that''s nice! Cool fish-shaped buns!

    "Wait. Let''s make a recipe first. First, hold the basic frame with a fish-shaped bun.….”

    * * *

    "What''s this?”

    "Bungeoppang!"

    A few days later, in the afternoon, Table Heaven.

    One more time, Myung-seok came in during break time when he was preparing lunch after finishing his business in business.

    He came back with a fish-shaped bun, too. Whatever was different from the fish-shaped bun that Haru had known so far, it was very different.

    "Did you put ice cream in it? Chocolate sauce and snacks."

    "Wow. Did you make this?" It looks so delicious."

    I put fish-shaped buns in a disposable cup, and about half of them were filled with red beans.

    The rest were deliberately made into thin slices, then cut in half to fill in the white soft ice cream.

    On top of that, it was like a luxurious dessert, not a fish-shaped bun, when sprinkled with a bittersweet chocolate sauce and put a crispy stick snack.

    The quality of the day, not to mention Yumi, is quite remarkable.

    "Oh, no, no! This is a recipe from the oral fairy tale chefs! His name is Carp Parfait."

    "The oral fairy tales... ..the chefs? Really?!"

    Yumi asked again and again if it was not easily believed. Of course, the answer was the same.

    However, it is hard to believe that chefs in Michelin Three Star restaurants and other places make recipes so easily.

    Of course, carp parfait wasn''t a dish that used great ingredients or required great skill.

    I just put something delicious on top of it and put all the delicious things on it.

    But isn''t it the job of chefs to find out what''s delicious.

    "I think I know why Chef Haru sent me to the oral fairy tale. The chef told you this beforehand, didn''t he?”

    "Well, you could say that."

    Perhaps Myung-seok thought that the day had given the oral fairy tale people a word.

    But that''s half right and half wrong.

    You''re mistaken.

    I know. Hosung is just a fish-shaped bun ghost. I thought you would try to save it if you sent it to me. Well, of course, it''s a huge commercial area hidden in front of the oral fairy tale.’But it''s all right because the results are so good, right? Anyway, all the oral fairy tale family members are nice by nature. Hosung, too. Joohyuk, I hope so.

    Choi Hanseok who smiles with a not bad expression.

    Haru, who shrugged his shoulders, tasted the carp parfait brought by Myeongseok.

    The taste was obvious.

    Soft ice cream with chocolate. Crispy-baked carp ''bread'' and hidden red beans at the bottom. Mix it well and eat it in one bite.

    "Um, uh, this is a heart-rending taste."

    Yumi, who was scooping up parfait with a big spoon, frowned pleasantly.

    "Is it that good?"

    "My head is tingling, my heart aches. It''s a girl''s thing! It''s hot now, so I think I''ll definitely buy it if it''s sold on the street."

    "Myungseok, how much is this?”

    "Oh, 3,000 won! Chef Haru!"

    "The price is reasonable. That''s a good idea.

    Blessings come to those who live hard, but there was nothing wrong with the old saying.

    One day I was almost certain.

    If it''s this. You can''t fail at this fish-shaped bun parfait.

    As expected, the experience of oral children''s story chefs wasn''t a reason.

    But it''s just one day. I don''t know if I''m the only one who feels it. Isn''t that a little disappointing?

    It''s not bad. It''s a bummer. I think we can take a step further from here.’

    If you want to do it, you have to do it. What can a cook do?

    Choi Han-seok and the day whispered for a while.

    Yumi, who is scooping up carp parfait, and a bright smile on her face.

    "By the way, I''ve been thinking about it.”

    "Yes, Chef Haru! May I help you?”

    "I thought I could improve this dish a little bit. If you don''t mind, can I touch the recipe a little bit?”

    "Chef Haru?"

    This remark has hardened for a while as if it had not been expected at all.

    However, he soon smiled broadly and opened his arms wide.

    "Of course! If Chef Haru wasn''t here in the first place, he wouldn''t have made it to the world. The father of this dish is Chef Haru!"

    No one can stop a father from seeing his son. Talking smart.

    Unlike his bear-like appearance, he spoke beautifully once.

    "Then please wait a little longer. Yumi, can you have more parfait?”

    "What''s the point of course.

    Haru rolled up his sleeves.

    ''I''m sorry to the seniors, but I can''t help it when I see it. Please give me a break.''

    * * *

    The very next day, oral fairy tale.

    As soon as lunch time was over, Kim Ho-sung ordered the youngest chefs to run errands for the bungeoppang parfait.

    He literally liked fish-shaped buns so much that he wanted to eat them every day, but I was most curious about how well the new menu he developed yesterday was selling.

    The owner of the bungeoppang shop, who even introduced himself as a masterpiece, was cleaning the road in front of the restaurant earlier than any chef in the oral fairy tale.

    When I asked him why he''s doing that, he said it''s natural.

    ''I received something too big yesterday. I can''t repay you financially because I don''t have money. I wanted to do it like this.''

    He said like this.

    When Kim Ho-sung stopped him, saying, "It''s okay if he doesn''t do that," he said he had to do business here anyway, so he couldn''t say anything anymore.Anyway, it made me even more emotional because it was full of concepts.

    But the youngest members who sent me errands brought something different.

    "What''s this? Green tea? There''s even fruit on top.”

    "When I went today, you added two new menus. Green tea parfait and fruit parfait."

    "Huh."

    Kim Ho-sung''s expression became complicated by the word "new menu".

    The same goes for Park Joo-hyuk and other chefs who were next to him.

    "It was yesterday that I made a new menu, but you developed other things in one night.”

    "I guess it''s one of the other. Or I''ve seen cooking as completely. Or someone who really can cook properly."

    I think you helped me out of pure goodwill.

    A situation that could hurt your feelings a little bit.

    There was only one way to confirm the two hypotheses that were so contradictory.

    "Well, we''ll see when we try it. Is that so, Hosung?"

    "Right, let''s have a taste."

    Green tea carp parfait and fresh fruit carp parfait.

    Green tea parfait was a basic carp parfait ice cream that was replaced with green tea flavor, and topped with whipped cream and red beans.

    Kim Ho-sung, who picked it up, carefully scooped a spoon and tasted it.

    "Oh, my. I''m going crazy.”

    Smiling.

    Kim Ho-sung has to laugh out loud.

    To be honest, it was delicious.

    "Green tea ice cream with red beans. And whipped cream? That''s a scam. You only collected delicious things, right? Joohyuk, how about fresh fruits?"

    "……I put mangoes and strawberries on top of the fruit. They''re both frozen. As you know, these fruits go best with soft ice cream. What''s the point of saying it? It''s good if you put something delicious on top of something delicious."

    Green tea and red beans are such a famous combination, so even so, the fruit carp parfait was a real blue chip.

    It was so refreshing and sweet that I felt tingly when I scooped ice cream with a piece of frozen mango.

    In addition, the fish-shaped bun containing parfait was lukewarm and crispy, so it perfectly captured the texture and temperature.

    Eating fruit carp parfait without a break, Park Ju-hyuk sighed quietly.

    "Oh, it''s annoying."

    "Suddenly? You said it was delicious."

    "I''m just saying it''s delicious and annoying. Honestly, even if I eat it, it''s better than the original I made yesterday. And looking at the quality of this, I don''t think you made it by yourself."

    That means another chef has been attached.

    When Park Joo-hyuk gave him a hint, Lee Jong-guk said as if he had waited.

    "I heard Chef Haru helped me. Last night."

    "A day? Really?!"

    The chefs were once stirred up by the name Haru.

    Kim Ho-sung almost spat out the parfait he was eating, and Park Joo-hyuk quietly put down his spoon and laughed.

    Yeah, now I understand.

    Why Myungseok started his business in front of a oral fairy tale without any notice.

    Maybe he was possessed by Kim Ho-sung, a fish-shaped bun ghost.

    The pieces of the puzzle were put together in an instant in my head.

    Park Joo-hyuk looked at the fish-shaped bun pocha beyond the oral fairy tale.

    It was time for those who had settled for a late lunch to find dessert, but business went pretty well nonetheless.

    There was a small line waiting for two or three people, but when it was worth decreasing, someone made the line again.

    I can''t believe it was yesterday that I said I might close my business because of sales.

    "Oh, and Chef Park Joo-hyuk. I just remembered. There was one more thing that Myung-seok asked me to tell him."What is it?"

    "I''m so grateful. From now on, the oral fairy tale chefs will have free bungeoppang for the rest of their lives.… that''s what they know because they''re going to close the business if I ask them to get paid."

    I don''t even have a laugh anymore.

    Park Joo-hyuk shouted, recalling the day.

    "You got me, you got me! You son of a b*tc*!"

    Park Joo-hyuk''s expression on his tongue, saying he was beaten, was not that of the victim.

    Rather, I feel like a father who sees a well-grown child.

    "Well learned, man."

    Curiously, I didn''t feel bad at all, even though his recipe was changed in the hands of his junior.

    Perhaps because the result was much better than his own.

    Scratching the remaining parfait, Park Ju-hyuk thought.

    I''ll have to go to the restaurant again soon. I can''t live with this!’

    I wanted to see the cute junior''s face after a long time.