"Stay put. Then there''s nothing to treat...….”

    I''m sure you''re not feeling well, but Mr. Hwang is trying to give something to you.

    Haru who woke up in a hurry and Yumi bought fruits, so we tried to work instead, saying we would prepare them, but grandfather seemed disappointed the whole time.

    It''s natural to treat a guest to something.

    From my grandfather''s point of view, it wasn''t even a favour. Literally, it is a matter of course.

    He''s a good man.’

    The grim reaper said. The highest-rated good deed in the underworld is the good deed done without considering it as a good deed.

    And especially among the elderly, many people said good deeds were natural. Just like Mr. Hwang''s grandfather.

    While Yumi was mowing apples and strawberries with her grandfather, she focused as much as she could on every corner of the house.

    ''I''m sure you can. I''m.''

    If someone who doesn''t know the situation sees it, he or she will be seen only as an impressive person who is tightening his or her eyes for no reason.

    But one day it was serious.

    A ghost. A human being, a new eye to see things related to ghosts.

    Beyond the expectations of the underworld.

    I hoped that the product of this effort, which was made by myself because I spent a lot of time with ghosts, would do something this time. No, I had to.

    By all means, I had to find out anything and release my grandfather''s resentment.

    We really don''t have much time left.

    At first, I doubted the picture.

    Of course, the grandfather who was left alone would have nothing like a picture.

    The younger Hwang grandfather, the grandmother who died first, and the son who is a child.

    The house behind the photo looked incomparably richer than it is now under the semi-basement.

    Money is no ordinary thing, but Hwang''s grandfather has lost everything now.

    But I couldn''t see or feel anything in the picture.

    Time was ticking away.

    One day, bloodshot in my eyes, I searched every corner of the house, but I couldn''t find anything special.

    "Have some fruit, Haru."

    "Oh, yes, yes. Thank you."

    Suddenly something red popped into my eyes. Yumi put a strawberry on the fork and handed it to her.

    He scratched his head awkwardly and shook his head small.

    Yumi bowed her head small at the gesture of the day that she couldn''t find it.

    "Well, you''ve been spacing out for a while ago. What''s going on? My house is a little small, but is it worth living? It works well in the morning."

    "It''s nothing. I just need to think about something."

    "Why do young people have so many worries? It''s time to think about it''s time to think! I''m just saying, "Just pick it up and see. That way, you won''t regret it. Later, when I get old."

    "Thank you for your kind words."

    "You''re right! Just give it a try!"

    Two people nodding their heads at grandfather''s words.

    Hwang''s grandfather, who had disappeared in an instant, smiled broadly and began to take out various stories, perhaps because the warmth of the house felt in a long time was nice and a little reluctant.

    Haru and Yumi listened to their grandfather for a while because they came here to talk about this and that.

    Can I bring up your son''s story?’

    Gulp.

    A day swallowed a dry saliva.

    It was never easy, no matter how convincing, to ask even though you knew your relationship with your son was not good.But I had to. Now that there was really no time, and disappointingly, Gwian found nothing.

    I think we''re almost out of fruits that we bought enough.

    Haru, who finished making up his mind, opened his mouth.

    "Well, grandpa. I have a question.”

    "What is it? Tell me. Ah, right. I think you''re hungry because you eat fruits well. Hold on a second."

    Mr. Hwang''s grandfather stands up to give us more.

    I said thank you because I thought it would be rude to refuse to do so.

    Grandfather went to the refrigerator in the corner of the room and opened the freezer door.

    The refrigerator, which may be similar in age to Haru, squeaked when it opened the door.

    "There''s only ice cream for old people, do you want to eat this?"

    "Wow, isn''t this a carp tamanko?"

    "Does Ella know this?"

    "Of course! I really like this. It''s my favorite ice cream!"

    "Oh, that''s unusual. But I''m glad. It''s frozen a lot, but you can melt it slowly. Then what does Haru...President Haru?"

    Yumi''s favorite ice cream that came out at a good timing.

    While Yumi and her grandfather were laughing, there was one person who couldn''t.

    Found it.

    One day, I felt a complete return to my absent-minded mind.

    It was faint but clear. Just now, I felt an indescribable sensation in the slightly open freezer.

    I could tell by instinct. In that freezer, there''s a key to solve grandpa''s grudge.

    "Well, Mr. Hwang."

    "Oh, come on. You don''t like ice cream that much, do you?

    "No, it'' not like that. I just looked at it. In the freezer. There''s a... a big one."

    "In the freezer. I know."

    "What my grandfather told me last time. Right?"

    "Well……."

    Like this.

    The atmosphere, which had only been harmonious, quickly changed.

    Haru and Yumi remained the same.

    However, Hwang''s grandfather, the owner of the house, who had been smiling until earlier, hardened his face.

    "The recipe you used to make. Not kimchi, not meat. Grandpa''s dumplings."

    "President Haru is a chef, so he has a good taste in food. Did he see that? It''s so deep that you can''t even see it."

    "It just caught my eye. Maybe it''s because it''s your grandmother''s food."

    "Our food in my house...…haha, that''s true."

    Hwang''s grandfather hesitated for a while. However, it was not long to worry.

    "Mr. Haru, don''t tell me."

    ''Yes, that''s right. What Yumi thinks.’

    At this point, I immediately noticed Yumi, who was quick-witted.

    Dumplings. The only one in the world made by my grandmother.

    A pile of it in a zipper bag was placed deep in the freezer.

    My grandfather, who woke up, took out a zipper bag with dumplings from the freezer.

    I don''t know how long they''ve been in there, but the really frozen dumplings were stone hard.

    Haru and Yumi opened their mouths at the same time.

    "That''s a big one."

    "I thought we made it big in our store, too. Almost 1.5 times? Awesome.….”

    "My grandmother has big hands. Besides, it''s gonna feed your son. It''s made out of a big comb of blood and a full of blood.I told you to feed your son.

    In other words, this dumpling.

    "You didn''t eat it, did you keep it? This dumpling."

    "I''m going to stay here. My grandmother made it for my son. So, just, one day, they''ll give it to me. I thought there would be a day when I could take it out and eat it, so I just stuck it in. Huh."

    Mr. Hwang''s grandfather is laughing all of course.

    It wasn''t a good laugh. It''s ridiculous, and on second thought. It was a laugh that came out wondering what is this?

    Sometimes, laughter is much sadder than crying.

    One day, I realized that a person who couldn''t cry had no choice but to laugh, dealing with customers with numerous stories.

    It was the same now. Hwang''s grandfather laughed the saddest in the world.

    "Now that I think about it, I''m starting to think it was futile."

    "What''s going on……Was it there?”

    "It''s nothing to call work. It''s just that he can''t be the father. She couldn''t be a mother. It was too late when I noticed."

    Grandfather kept his head down and caressed the frozen dumpling.

    It''ll be cold, even though your hands will be cold. As if I didn''t feel anything.

    Then he suddenly raised his head and said.

    "Once, does it taste good?"

    "Huh? Are you okay?”

    "That''s right, grandpa, I left this for your son."

    It was the answer I wanted, but it was so sudden that Haru and Yumi were surprised.

    But my grandfather shook his head calmly.

    "How long will I live if I live longer? Son of a b*tc*, she doesn''t even want to come, and after all, she didn''t make it for anyone. If I die with it, I''ll just rot, so wouldn''t it be better to feed the owner of a day like a child when he''s alive?"

    "Moo, what are you talking about? I can''t believe you''re going to die. You have to live longer. Stay healthy."

    "No, I know the body that I''ve been holding on to all my life. A few days ago...She came out in my dream. He scolded me with an angry expression and told me not to do anything nonsense. Doesn''t that mean it''s coming soon?"

    "Grandpa……."

    One more time. I didn''t expect that at all.

    ''How?''

    My grandfather knew. I wasn''t sure, but he was feeling a little.

    That his life is in full swing. It''s almost time to put everything down.

    Did the Grim Reaper tell you? No, it can''t be.

    It''s a day when I know how big this is.

    However, it is nonsense that the underworld directly intervenes like this.

    "No, what''s important right now is this."

    Various thoughts popped up, but they were all removed. I had something to do right now.

    "Are you all right?”

    Haru took my grandfather''s hand.

    Everyone knew that it didn''t mean simply that we could taste this precious food.

    "Food is called Mac. President Haru, do you need to be nervous? It''s really delicious, my grandmother''s dumplings."

    "I''m just nervous. I wonder if it''s okay for us to taste something so precious."

    "What do you mean nervous? If the cook shakes in front of the food, that''s a big deal."

    "Ahahaha, that''s right. That''s right."

    A little off the wall, but certainly. He achieved his goal.

    I accepted a zipper bag with dumplings from Hwang''s grandfather.

    The dumplings were big, but they were quite heavy because they were frozen.

    "Well, do you want to come with me?""That''s a faraway sound. Where are you going?"

    "Of course it''s our restaurant! We can''t be the only ones eating after receiving such a precious thing. I don''t think so, boss!

    "Yumi is right. Since I received something delicious, I''ll make it even more delicious. Let''s eat together, grandpa. Didn''t you want to eat it?"

    "What do you mean you want to eat…….”

    "You''ve been telling me. My grandfather wants to eat dumplings in his memory. It''s the only thing in the world that we can eat."

    "Hmmmmmmmm. That''s true."

    At first, Mr. Hwang said he was okay because he didn''t want to bother him, but eventually he followed him out as if he couldn''t win.

    He was missed as well. That''s why he kept it in his pocket.