Business that morning went off without a hitch.

    Haru and Yumi were making food for the ghosts after the settlement.

    By the way, it''s amazing. Joohyuk allowed me to shoot.

    10 p.m. when we were making food for ghosts.

    Choi Han-seok, who had been for a walk outside the restaurant, said to himself, "I thought of something."

    "Isn''t it almost always good to film?"

    I''m talking about Myung-seok who got to shoot the show.

    Yumi, who was mopping, asked, pricking her ears.

    It was a big opportunity for the chefs and restaurant owners to actually.

    As soon as I went out on a famous TV program, how did I know before the show was aired? The customers lined up in line up.

    He even said that some of the presidents who aimed at the promotional effect paid the broadcasting company to leave the broadcasting.

    "It''s almost good. The number of customers is increasing. It''s gaining recognition. The frequency of restaurant visitors coming in when they search on the web has increased dramatically."

    But oral fairy tales aren''t just regular restaurants. It costs several hundred thousand won per meal, so only those who come will come anyway. Besides, Joohyuk and I don''t really like broadcasting. Especially Joohyuk.

    "It''s the first time I''ve heard that Chef Park Joo-hyuk didn''t like going on TV. Did Chef Haru know?”

    "I got it. Yumi, you may not know this, but we get suggestions for oral fairy tales once a week. Broadcasters all over the world. But Chef Park Joo-hyuk cuts everything out."

    "But this is not a oral story, but a fish-shaped bun bar?" It''s like a short story."

    Joohyuk doesn''t even like to have the Korean characters in the oral fairy tale. I couldn''t have imagined holding a camera in front of a restaurant. Joohyuk cut me some slack this time. Or you''ve changed a lot.

    "I see……"

    Park Chu-hyuk was so nervous about filming in front of a restaurant that he hated appearing on TV.

    Of course, there were some crazy reporters who were actually covering oral fairy tales pretending to be filming something else, but anyway, this is quite unusual.

    "Anyway, I hope it goes well. Myeong-seok, chef Park Joo-hyuk and his family members.

    With a big smile, I began to make the food that I had been doing for a day.

    But as if something had crossed my mind, my eyes quickly darkened.

    Mr. Bean and the other chefs.

    Seolbin.

    The youngest chef of oral fairy tales who committed mutiny beyond common sense at the first meeting.

    Aren''t you ashamed to be called a chef? What a cheap way to cook a oral fairy tale.

    What she said remained deep in her heart of the day.

    I could ignore it. I was actually living my life ignoring it.

    But why does it feel so uncomfortable?

    Screeching! Screeching!

    The white dough slowly browned before the eyes of the day.

    Today''s menu was Ttukbaegi Bulgogi, but one day I was making bungeoppang.

    I wanted to improve the quality even a little bit, so I even ordered a frame of bungeoppang from the Internet and put it on fire.

    There''s only one reason why I''m making this today.

    It was because of the ghost of the lady who came to the restaurant yesterday, saying she would come to eat fish-shaped buns tomorrow.

    "You''re coming today, aren''t you? Mr. Haru."

    "I don''t know. I think he''ll still come. Because the lady''s eyes were like that yesterday. And I think, perhaps, Han already realized."The eyes of the lady were those of a ghost who knew resentment. One day I was feeling it half instinctively.

    "If I knew his name, I could call him a talisman."

    "I''ll ask you today."

    He''s doing business, developing new menus, filming shows, and making Park Joohyuk feel better.

    And another guest with a unique grudge.

    A lot was happening with one fish-shaped bun.

    "At this point, it''s a very luxurious dish. This fish-shaped bun."

    The day murmured absentmindedly.

    "Oh, it''s burning."

    Whoosh! Whoosh!

    * * *

    Time flies by and it''s 2 a.m.

    It was only an hour before the door closed, but the ghost of yesterday''s lady was not seen.

    I asked the ghosts if they''ve seen it.

    - I don''t know. I''ve never seen a ghost before.

    Me too. I''ve been walking around the neighborhood all day, and I''ve never seen her before.

    It was a patient suit. I thought of it yesterday, so I went near the hospital and it wasn''t there.

    Most of them just shook their heads, saying, "I don''t know."

    The ghosts are just wandering around the neighborhood where the table heaven is, waiting for the door to open, so if they don''t know, the chances are high that they''re not from this neighborhood.

    Oh, right. I think I''ve seen it somewhere.

    Oh, really? Tell me, old man. Where did you see him?

    As I was thinking with my hands on my chin, a ghost of an old man who was already drunk shouted with hiccups.

    When Choi Han-seok, who was interested, asked, the uncle thought hard and answered.

    Where are you? Isn''t there a villa village if you take bus number 5808? All my old friends go there sometimes because they have a senior citizen''s home. I think I saw you hang around in front of the villa yesterday. Of course, I''m not sure because I passed by on the bus. There aren''t many people in front of the villa in patient clothes, are there?

    That''s true. I think it''s roughly right from what the old man said. Villachon. Haru, do you have anything in mind?

    Villara.

    Nothing came to mind in the villa.

    But if it''s a villa town by bus 5808, yes. I knew one thing.

    "Yes, I do."

    Really? What is it?

    "Hey, that''s it. The place where Myung-seok used to do business before moving to oral fairy tale after hearing my advice.”

    Myeongseok used to sell fish-shaped buns?

    "Maybe it''s right.”

    Hm.

    Is it just a coincidence or a necessity that seems like a coincidence?

    There was nothing I could tell now.

    Cheer~ Cheer~!

    It was not until just before the restaurant closed that the lady ghost appeared.

    Around the same time as yesterday.

    The restaurant was a little quiet because some ghosts had already returned and almost ran out of food.

    Can I buy bungeoppang now?

    "Of course. Come on in. I''ll make it for you in a minute."

    Overcoming the buzzing ghosts, the lady sat in front of the bar table.

    Haru bought a fish-shaped bun mold and stared blankly at the baking scene, and asked soon.

    Can you put in a lot of red bean paste?

    "Full?"

    The bungeoppang I ate was like that.

    "I''ll do that for you."

    One day, I was putting in a lot, but this isn''t enough.

    As Haru knew, there was only one person in Korea who sold bungeoppang that was more filling than this.

    "As expected, Mr. Myeongseok was the one who bought fish-shaped buns."She must have been a guest of honor.

    There was not much time, so I baked three fish-shaped buns in a hurry.

    I asked him if he would like to serve other food, but he said he just wanted fish-shaped buns.

    "It''s hot because it''s freshly baked. Please eat carefully."

    Thank you, young boss. That''s the food I remember.

    Whoo! Crispy!

    The lady who took a bite of the head of the fish-shaped bun soon smiled faintly.

    Crispy bread, and the taste and sweetness of red bean paste spreading in your mouth.

    It didn''t taste bad.

    It was 3 a.m. when the lady ate all three fish-shaped buns.

    When the door was closed, all the ghosts returned to their original opaque appearance.

    After paying the bill, one or two ghosts left the restaurant.

    The lady, who had been staring at Haru and Yumi''s money turning into light and the clock turning upside down for a long time, finally opened her mouth.

    -Really, the boss was right.

    She got off the chair and stood in front of the day.

    Haru, Yumi, and Choi Han-seok stared at the lady.

    Ghosts can eat like humans. The boss cooked food for such ghosts...….

    "I do other things besides that. I''ll help the ghosts find their resentment. If there''s a ghost who finds Hahn."

    Are you saying you''re going to help me make it holy?

    "By the way, Yumi here. It''s because of the ghosts."

    -Then.

    The ghost of the lady finished her worry.

    One day she didn''t have to speak, I could tell.

    Really in the blink of an eye, like magic. The clothes she was wearing changed instantly.

    The clothes that used to be patient clothes at a university hospital near here turned into casual clothes.

    A black dress that is heavy and also goes well with it. And Yangsan with nice flower patterns.

    A small rocket (necklace containing photos) hung around the woman''s neck shook under the light of the ceiling.

    Can I tell you? The regret that I remembered.

    "Because it''s a restaurant for that."

    The lady sat in the original bar table again.

    I wanted to serve you a simple dish, but it was a pity that I couldn''t because my ears were closed.

    She bowed her head and bowed to everyone.

    I''m late to introduce myself, right? I''m Park Ok Pal. I just... didn''t want to talk about it when there were other ghosts. I''m sorry to drag you out. A young boss.

    "Mr. Okpal. No, it''s not."

    I was worried that ghosts might show interest in my daughter. I don''t know exactly what happens, but it''s not good to have ghosts next to people who are alive.

    Park Ok-pal talked about his daughter.

    Like most resentments, is her resentment related to her precious child?

    Suddenly, I thought of Ha-yoon and Park Shin-ae. What are the two of them doing now?

    Park Ok-pal opened the rocket he was wearing around his neck and showed the picture inside it.

    Park Ok-pal, who looked about five years younger, and a woman who appeared to be her daughter, were holding flowers with a graduation cap on.

    Brown hair tied with ponytail and a slightly naughty look.

    I don''t know exactly where the view from the back looks like a school.

    Park Ok-pal with a big smile, and her daughter with a slightly awkward smile. It was a happy moment.

    ''Huh?''

    But I felt something strange about the day.

    The face of that woman wearing a graduation cap. I was used to something. As if I''ve ever seen it.

    This is my daughter. Choi Nara. This was when I graduated from college."Your daughter is beautiful.”

    Of course. Whose is it? For me, she is the prettiest, smartest, and most lovely daughter in the world.

    Park Ok-pal, who had no change in expression when eating bungeoppang, smiled for the first time.

    Her smile was a little unusual.

    It''s like a crown prince of the Joseon Dynasty. I felt a sense of classiness.

    Choi Han-seok shouted, looking at Haru and Park Ok-pal alternately.

    Let''s talk about that for now. I think Han already realized it. I think that Han has something to do with bungeoppang.

    "If you tell me, I and Haru will do our best to help you. As I said before, helping the ghosts get rid of their resentment is one of the things that we do in heaven."

    Park Ok-pal''s eyes shook at Choi Han-seok and Yumi''s words.

    With a deep sigh, Okpal said.

    - I died of cancer. Lung cancer.