"It''s not good enough."

    Becoming a chef, as the owner of a restaurant, dealing with guests called ghosts.

    A day was a fundamental problem for himself that he encountered from time to time to time.

    The dish you had to cook was a little different from the general one.

    The big framework of making delicious food and serving it to customers with sincerity was different, but the meaning of the word "taste" was different.

    It''s not just the more delicious dishes that matter.

    The most important thing is to make the "taste" dish that the customer wants.

    For example, when a customer asks me to cook ramen.

    It is a matter of day to judge whether the ramen he wants is really hard-boiled and delicious, or whether it is cooked intentionally with a lot of water and not as delicious as the Han River.

    Although Han River ramen full of soup is a really bad dish for Haru.

    It could be the most delicious dish in the world thanks to the spice of memories and memories.

    This peculiarity became more meaningful as Haru became able to use Yeomra spices.

    It''s not just a delicious taste. You have to make the customer a truly delicious taste.’

    For the spices of the underworld to work, the food that customers eat must resemble the food in their memories.

    In addition, the more similar they are, the greater the effect of the spice.

    So one day you have to cook harder than any other cook.

    A difficult task to make delicious and delicious dishes.

    The same was true of Hwang''s grandfather.

    ''The dumpling soup you made before wasn''t enough.’

    The dumpling soup that I tried for the second time clearly resembled the taste that my grandmother made in Hwang''s grandfather''s memory.

    In a way, it was a matter of course.

    As my grandfather said, I cooked beef bones as a base, and I made and used his ''house dumpling'', which was broken with meat and kimchi.

    Probably no matter where I go in Korea, I can''t eat dumpling soup that is more delicious than this.

    One day I was truly so confident.

    But…… it was not enough though.

    The spice of the underworld exerted its power and brought out the memories of the grandfather and melted them into the food.

    That was not enough yet. It needed a taste closer to memory and a warmer warmth.

    At the same time, one day was known.

    It''s beyond what I can do, now.

    If it were a ghost, this would be enough.

    Paradoxically, ghosts are lighter in the chest than when they are alive because of their resentment.

    But a man is left alive.

    It''s never easy or easy to get rid of the sticky, glued lashes.

    So there''s only one way a day has chosen.

    Let''s try dumpling soup again. Instead.''

    More directly. Person to person.

    Instead, Hwang''s grandfather is the only guest who will come to heaven this time.’

    I know you''ve done ridiculous things to yourself again in the afterlife.

    Not only Yeomra, but she also knows that she cares about herself because she doesn''t even know her name.

    So it''s okay to go out a little cheap this time, just as they''ve built a load of cheap things without telling themselves.

    With that in mind, I stopped by the market and headed straight to where Hwang''s grandfather was.

    With Yumi. Like my grandfather gave me for nothing, I bought a lot of fruits with my heart."Grandpa!"

    "……Uh?! No, what''s going on? I can see the restaurant owner''s house here.”

    A small park about a 25-minute walk from Bob Sang''s paradise.

    Haru and Yumi were able to visit their grandfather who was sitting absentmindedly on the park bench.

    Some ghosts who visited the restaurant as guests told me that grandfather spends much of the day in the park.

    Most ghosts were all about wandering around the neighborhood blankly all day, so it was not difficult to find out where their grandfather was when anyone asked.

    "It''s just that we''re on holiday today. We had a similar outing.”

    Hwang''s grandfather was surprised to find Haru and Yumi.

    Until the two of them came, they just sat there blankly staring at the park with unfocused eyes.

    You were killing time.

    "Oh, was it a holiday?"

    "It''s not a regular holiday, but one of the delivery workers is using annual leave today. We''re only doing afternoon business."

    "Aha... I see. Annual leave is important. The better you are at work, the better you should take care of those vacations. That way it lasts long."

    "You''re right."

    It wasn''t a lie.

    In fact, Ye-young''s work is much larger than other delivery companies, and it was impossible to deliver normally without her.

    About once a month. On her day off, she closed her business in the morning and only did her afternoon business.

    Of course, there''s a bit of deliberation today, but anyway.

    "But they''re coming all the way here. There''s something."

    "I have to go to the restaurant again this afternoon. I can''t go far, I''m just here for some fresh air."

    "Date, what kind of thing?"

    "What do you mean a date! It''s just……"

    Yumi, whose face turned red at the words of her grandfather who suddenly burst in, mumbled.

    Hwang''s grandfather, who smiled loudly at the two, seemed much more lively than before, when he was just killing time.

    Afterwards, we chatted for a while and ate the fruit we brought.

    Where do you live, why do you open the restaurant, etc. It was a very common story, but.

    Perhaps he was lonely, Hwang''s grandfather was happy.

    I wanted to enjoy this atmosphere more as if I was really on an outing, but I didn''t have much time.

    Haru, who glanced at the watch on his wrist, brought up the point.

    "By the way, Grandpa. You know the dumpling soup we made last time. The recipe you told me was boiled in beef bone soup."

    "Yes, I enjoyed it, thanks to you. It was really good.”

    "We were grateful, too. I''m sure your recipe was much better than ours. I''m really flabbergasted. Me, too, Haru."

    "Thank you. There aren''t many restaurants where elderly people who live alone like me can eat warm meals at this price. Other restaurants are just hard, but I like the table heaven because it''s warm."

    Hwang''s grandfather nods calmly.

    The day I''ve been waiting for was just a word. It''s time to pull out the ace in the hole.

    "Well, you know what I told you earlier. In fact, my master was a very famous chef."

    "Oh, I remember. He was a hell of a man."

    "Yes, yes. But since he died a little early, he has established a foundation. It''s named after Choi Han-seok Foundation."

    "The motto of the foundation is awesome, too! Let''s not make anyone hungry in Korea. Chef Choi Han-seok said this all the time.""Oh... that''s cool. It''s not going to be easy."

    "Of course, our restaurant is affiliated. I do volunteer work often.”

    "So I''ll tell you what. Grandpa."

    It wasn''t funny, and it was ridiculous.

    Haru and Yumi knew for sure.

    At least in this world where people live. It''s almost everything with money.

    It was a self-annoying story, but it was true.

    The same is true now. Even if Choi Han-seok''s legacy is attached.

    "……I heard there''s a program like this. People from the foundation go and clean together. We cooked delicious food for you. I''ll talk to you."

    "I''m, well, just fine. You don''t need this."

    "We''re not forcing you to do this! You can feel comfortable. He''s just a regular customer, and I''m telling you because we met again."

    Things work out better than I thought.

    Haru and Yumi did not lie.

    Supporting elderly people living alone was one of the projects that Choi Han-seok foundation paid great attention to.

    In fact, I was doing a lot of activities such as visiting my house to help with cleaning or delivering lunch boxes.

    And maybe of course.

    "It''s kind of weird to have someone you don''t know. It''s the day''s boss."

    "Oh, I''m doing volunteer work with Haru!"

    "We do a lot of volunteer work in this neighborhood, too. Of course, I belong to the Choi Han-seok Foundation."

    "……is that true?"

    Haru and Yumi, too. He belonged to the Choi Han-seok Foundation.

    It is ridiculous that a disciple with chef Choi Han-seok, the founder of the foundation, is not a foundation person.

    Hwang''s grandfather, who seemed to hesitate a little, suddenly brightened his eyes.

    It wasn''t a day to miss the gap.

    "Why would I lie? You''re a valued regular at our store."

    "Then what... It''s been a bit lonely. It''s President Haru, because I know his face, and he''s nice and has a good personality."

    As if he''s shy, Mr. Hwang''s grandfather turns his head and speaks in a small voice.

    But that heart was surely conveyed.

    Haru and Yumi said, holding grandfather''s wrinkled hands warmly.

    "Thank you for your permission!"

    * * *

    And right away, as time goes by.

    "You don''t have to do this. I''m a little embarrassed."

    "Hey, it''s okay. We told you before. It''s free time anyway."

    "Well, then I''m grateful. Hmmmmmmmmm."

    Haru, Yumi and Hwang were climbing the uphill behind the restaurant.

    Having built up this much, the conclusion was actually clear.

    "Then, please introduce your grandfather''s house now!" said Yumi, who was acting cute like a granddaughter, and the grandfather couldn''t easily refuse.

    Turn a little around the park.

    If you go up to the end of the large uphill road in the back alley of Bapsang Heaven, you will find a place where small houses are closely attached.

    There are houses that look normal, and the walls are half-collapsed or the roof collapsed.

    Sometimes I could see houses that looked bad on the surface.

    After digging all the way through the maze-like alley, Hwang''s grandfather guided the two to a thick semi-basement.

    Squeak—and. The rattling iron door opened with a creepy sound, and the house appeared.

    "Go in and sit down for a second. But it''s been a while since we''ve had guests, so I''ll bring you something.""Huh? Oh, sit down. I''ll do it. We bought some fruits.”

    "That''s right! I''m really good at peeling fruits. Just a plate and a knife!"

    "Oh, yeah? Then hang on a second. That''s what knives mean.…”

    While Yumi is attracting grandfather''s attention.

    Sitting in the middle of the living room, I looked around the house. Then the gaze stopped somewhere.

    A cupboard with a slightly old TV screen. There was a frame underneath it.

    There were pictures of three people in the frame that seemed to have spent more years than on TV.

    “……”

    A normal family.

    Three people used to live, but now Hwang''s grandfather is left alone.

    The air in such a house was lonely and cold.