People should not only have brains in order to live.

    You need arms and legs to move, you need a torso to connect them, and crucially you need organs to eat, live, drink and move.

    The same is true of restaurants. It doesn''t make much difference because it''s made by people and returned to people.

    In that sense, a day is definitely the brain of a restaurant.

    There''s a reason why you said head chef.

    The head of the restaurant. The head coach. A brain that stands in the most important place in the kitchen, controls chefs to cook.

    And one day there is no problem.

    There has been no shortage for Haru, who has experienced many things and has made thousands or tens of thousands of dishes so far.

    At least he was the perfect core to move his restaurant.

    So one day I was confident.

    Since he is this talented, he has no doubt that he will be able to run the restaurant even if his arms and legs move a little slowly.

    ……and it didn''t take long before the conviction broke to dust the universe.

    To add a little exaggeration, I miss Yumi and go crazy.

    The problem came straight from the practice dishes that I rented the kitchen to match with them.

    "Chef Jeong, is that right?"

    "I''m so sorry, Chef Haru. But I don''t know what the problem is...….”

    "You''re making abalone internal sauce. Look at this. The bottom of the pot is a bit burnt because the fire is not controlled. Then you''ll get the bitter scent and taste."

    "Oh, I see. Yes, I understand."

    The basics are strong.

    Park Joo-hyuk did not send it for no reason, and he was confident for no reason.

    The knife cutting posture is not bad, the liver is good, and the knowledge of the dishes is excellent.

    Of course, in the line of basic and common sense chefs.

    Just comparing it to Yumi? Their level drops dramatically.

    ''………I don''t think you know.’

    Yumi, who taught me ten or twenty things, and the chefs here were very different.

    What is even more frustrating is.

    From a little distance, it''s not that they''re ugly, but that Yumi is too good.

    A job that only saves five employees.

    It didn''t take long to feel the weight of the number of five people a day.

    I''m stuck looking for staff. As expected, there was not one easy thing in the world.

    In the midst of such agony, it came.

    The grim reaper, their favorite guest.

    "Isn''t rice, right?"

    "Of course."

    Holding a piece of paper with something written on it.

    * * *

    Munch munch munch munch.

    The grim reaper tore off the chicken feet with his hands wearing plastic gloves.

    He/she covered his/her mouth with a lot of red sauce, and he/she continued to make a sound as if he/she was dying of heat, and said as if nothing happened with his/her swollen lips.

    Haru and Choi Han-seok were truly dumbfounded.

    Originally, he was a grim reaper who did ridiculous things like breathing, but now it''s a little too much.

    What did I just hear?

    "……Exchange chef?"

    That''s the sound of a passing dog meowing. I can''t believe this. What, what do you exchange?

    Exchange Chef.

    It was proposed by the grim reaper, who suddenly came to Haru, while sticking out two sheets of paper.The exchange chef literally meant to trade chefs.

    "Why. Didn''t you do this often? In human world restaurants, chefs can send food to other restaurants and get it. Learn."

    No, no, Mr. Grim Reaper. Are you serious about this between us? Yeah, chefs exchange a lot and send a lot. But the chef didn''t come up from the underworld. Yes?

    "You said you were short-staffed. The king of the underworld himself said that he was worried that there was no one to write for him at the restaurant that will open a new day. Isn''t this something to be thankful for?"

    "However, it''s a little...….”

    That''s right. As expected, everything they do because it''s the underworld, the scale is just different.

    [Hong Hyuk Sam]

    [Roland Parvati]

    On the paper given by the grim reaper, two people. No, the names of the two ghosts were written.

    I didn''t apply for any part-time job, but I made a resume and brought it.

    One is Korean and the other is American. Just looking at Hong Hyuk-sam right now, the year of his birth was very strange.

    One day, I washed my eyes and watched it again several times, but nothing changed.

    "Hong Hyuk-sam..." He''s like that. Are you from the Joseon Dynasty?"

    "Exactly, he was a royal cook of the Joseon Dynasty, a favorite of the king. He''s good at cooking Korean food. Now, the underworld sometimes makes what the underworld wants to eat."

    "He''s an old Korean colonel."

    "For your information, Mr. Roland is not under our jurisdiction, and Hella handed him over from Hell. Haru, from the former royal family...….”

    "I see. Yes, I see how great you are. So the history written on this resume. You''re telling me it''s all real?”

    I don''t know if it''s a history to be a court cook in the Joseon Dynasty.

    Instead of answering, the grim reaper shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the corner of the paper with the neatly applied chicken feet bones.

    There were two big stamps on it. It belonged to Yeomra and Hella, respectively.

    They say that the two beings in charge of the underworld of the East and the West even stamped their own stamps.

    One day I felt my mind go blank.

    The reason is that after a long time, you''re going to do something about ghosts that stick to the underworld and hell like gum. You''re going to learn how to cook from Haru and ask him to cook something delicious.

    I was speechless because I was speechless.

    "Wow, that''s a good drink!

    The grim reaper, who crumbled plastic gloves and picked up another chicken foot, drank soju one after another.

    With her cheeks flushed, she naturally approached Choi Han-seok and said.

    "Any more questions?"

    "That''s a lot to kill. The most important thing. They''re... they''really.

    "Right? How can you live when you''re hundreds of years old?"

    "But can you work in a restaurant? And since the morning when the doors are closed?"

    "They''re already long past the holy grail. I heard they''re just reincarnating him as an adult and letting him in. And after learning enough at the restaurant, I come back to being a ghost."

    Was it supposed to be that easy? Isn''t that a total disregard for the causality of the underworld?

    "What''s the causality of a ghost who''s been dead for hundreds of years?”

    You''re making me speechless.

    "Anyway, a day would be a good thing for you. Think about it carefully and ask for an answer.

    Good things are good things, but honestly, I was worried about this.Starting with how a day can teach hundreds of years old people and get them to work like hands and feet.

    Now that I can''t say anything about the fact that the ordinary restaurant seems to have escaped.

    But at the same time, it was a really tempting offer, as the grim reaper said.

    It just so happened that I had to find a really good employee for a day.

    "I can''t imagine what Adam would think.”

    "They''ll say they''re suspiciously boring cooks. Don''t you think?"

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

    There seemed to be much more reason to accept than not to accept.

    That''s why the grim reaper came into the restaurant with such a confident expression.

    That day, the grim reaper ate chicken feet and four bottles of soju while talking with Choi Han-seok.

    One day, I decided to replace the meal with the exchange staff who told me this time.

    I can''t believe I got two employees with chicken feet and a little soju. It was clear that the world was as good as ever.

    Late at dawn, at the end of a drinking party.

    "By the way, Haru."

    "You''re very drunk. Get home soon."

    The Grim Reaper was in a good mood today and was really drunk.

    I couldn''t even cover my lips.

    Choi Han-seok kicked his tongue as if he was speechless and supported such a grim reaper.

    In the past, no matter how much I drank, my face turned red. You''ve been getting drunk lately, but today you just went away. Oh, man. Are you trying to be a real person? Get a hold of yourself!

    "Oh, no, but. I just wanted to ask you a question."

    "What do you want to know? I''ll answer you. Instead, if I tell you this, you''re going to die. What else are you going to hear from the Lord of the Underworld?"

    "Well, let me know that. This restaurant. What''s the name of the store?"

    The grim reaper who bites with his tongue twisted.

    Haru helped Choi Han-seok to help her and answer.

    "House food."

    "Huh?"

    "House food. The name of the restaurant is JYP BOB."

    The decisive reason that came to mind was Hwang''s grandfather, but it was actually a name that I had been vaguely thinking about for a long time.

    No matter what delicious food you eat, there''s a food that can''t be expressed by the standard of taste.

    At the same time, a day is probably a taste you won''t know until you die.

    That''s how I named it.

    "Restaurant home-cooked meals? That''s cool."

    The grim reaper smiled to see if he liked it.

    Through the smudged black lipstick, the red lips were reflected little by little.

    Choi Han-seok mumbled and took the grim reaper out of the restaurant.

    I wondered if he was going back and forth to the underworld now.

    * * *

    "That''s great, isn''t it? Mr. Choi Han-seok?

    Why don''t you sober up and talk? Dear Grim Reaper, I guess the hangover cure works?

    "Oh, my. I know. Do you like modern medicine? If you just open a can and drink it, people die like this. It comes alive. It''s so amazing.”

    You''re not a person. Anyway, so you''re going to work right now? You don''t have any rest or anything?

    "Don''t worry, we still have some time. There''s about 30 minutes until sunrise, so I''m just going to sit here and kill some time."

    An empty amusement park, a short distance from Bob''s paradise.

    There are two people sitting on the swings in the form of invisible ghosts.

    Choi Hanseok and the grim reaper.

    There was silence for a while, but Choi Han-seok broke it first.

    Like Haru, can I ask you something?"There''s nothing you can''t do. If it''s a question that doesn''t stick.”

    That''s nice. Let''s be straightforward. The next world.

    Choi Han-seok turned his head. My eyes met with the grim reaper.

    They were holding each other in their eyes for a while.

    - How long do I have left?

    It wasn''t long before it broke.