- Idiot.

    Is he too full to die of a death? I''m out of my mind.

    Crazy. What are you doing not catching him? He thinks he''s something.

    You should be grateful if you''re lucky enough to be born with a good family. Oh, I''m speechless. Then would people who don''t have it live in sorrow?

    She couldn''t cook for a long time compared to my mother. I don''t want to stay up all night and learn right now. Tsk, tsk. How does the world work?

    From the front, or from the back. These are the words that the grim reaper has heard several times.

    The story quickly spread that the daughter of the famous inn had strange thoughts.

    It was even more so because it was an inn in Hanyang where everyone gathered.

    It was only natural to ask questions such as "What''s wrong with you" with a strange look in front of me, and when I turned around, I kept talking about it as if I had never done it before.

    And another thing No, maybe the thing that broke the heart of the Grim Reaper the most.

    "Is your mother... okay?"

    "I can''t believe you''really?

    "Because of me, our inn is being criticized a lot. It''s only natural for my mother to be criticized if I get criticized. And yet why don''t you say something to me?"

    I went to the countryside with the money my mom worked hard on her way home.

    He suddenly ran out of the house, walked around, and came back after a long time.

    The grim reaper wandered around many places, to the point where one might call him a peddler.

    Of course, it was not too far from Hanyang at best, but it was inevitable to satisfy the thirst to know something more.

    There was also an income. Perhaps because the grim reaper resembles his mother, he had a good sense and talent.

    When I tasted the dish elsewhere, I analyzed it, made it into my own, and handed it to my mother.

    Thanks to that, the taste of the inn improved and the guests acknowledged it to a certain extent.

    Even so...The bad words that followed the grim reaper didn''t disappear.

    The same is true of money. In the end, the travel expenses were more expensive than the increased income.

    It''s a loss. The tavern is also a business after all, and the navel is much bigger than the belly now that the money going out has grown.

    But nevertheless. The grim reaper''s mother was consistent.

    "Just."

    Like everyone else, I didn''t ask why. But he didn''t doubt himself, or even wish for something.

    "Just? What do you mean? I can''t believe it."

    "I want to be my pretty daughter. She trusts my daughter, so I''m just letting her do it. And I told you, didn''t I? I want to see more. That''s why you want to do more."

    "Yes, I am."

    "My daughter found what she wanted, what she wanted, and she decided what to do. Why would parents ask why? That''s what you''ll do if you cheer for me."

    I just believed it.

    When asked why, he calmly answered, "Just," and became a back for the grim reaper to lean on.

    "People... My mom says I''m stupid."

    "It''s okay if it''s a stupid mother. My daughter is not a fool. He''s so smart, he''ll definitely do something big."

    "Me?"

    "Of course!"

    I was able to move with that power, and rather my shoulders were heavy.

    Of course I didn''t remember the end, but I thought it was a fun time.

    But there was one thing that was unique.

    "You''re here again today?""I''ve been hungry lately.”

    Only one.

    Of the hundreds or thousands of guests coming to the tavern, there was one who recognized himself.

    "What do you want to eat today?"

    "Well, I''m fine with alcohol. I want to eat a little bit of sweet things.

    "Sweet?"

    "Anything."

    "……wait a minute, then."

    Underworld.

    After eating vegetables and barley rice at first, he visited the inn again and again.

    It goes without saying that in the process I became quite acquainted with the grim reaper.

    The grim reaper felt a strange feeling from the first time he saw the underworld.

    He doesn''t speak ill of himself, but he doesn''t look down on him, and he feels like he''s looking through something.

    We talked a few words back and forth, and it was very interesting.

    The regular customer really knew a lot of things he didn''t know. As if he had traveled all around the eight provinces of Joseon.

    "It''s sweet, hmmm."

    Such a customer wants to eat sweet food today.

    The grim reaper, who had been agonizing for a while, soon came up with something decent.

    * * *

    "But why."

    Why. Why. For what?

    WHY?

    It was the question that the grim reaper was asked the most.

    In the past, in the present. And maybe in the future. The same was true of Yeomra, and the same is true of Haru and Choi Han-seok.

    "There were a lot of people who didn''t understand me.”

    A person who is out of common sense. A person who takes actions that no one can understand for granted and says that they cannot understand such people.

    To put it mildly, he''s a non-offender. In a bad way, a crazy woman. That was the Grim Reaper.

    It''s the same in life and death. A man who understood the Grim Reaper itself was on the finger, and there were many who didn''t speak ill of her.

    But only two.

    There were only two people in the grim reaper''s long life who could affirm otherwise.

    The first one is Yeomra. A man who has completely changed, and shaken, the life of the Grim Reaper itself.

    And the second one is.

    A man who''ll bring back a changed life.

    "The Grim Reaper...".”

    "Can you stop looking at me like that? Haru, I''m a customer."

    "That''s true, though.”

    Lee Haru, the grim reaper made eye contact with him and grinned.

    Unlike the two relatively calm people, Choi Han-seok seemed to have become very emotional.

    "Why would you do such a thing in your life? I''m satisfied with what''s given. I heard that I was full, but I cursed. Even if I die... Nobody''s as angry as the dead right now. Who''d be happy to take him to the next world again?”

    Choi Han-seok''s expression became gloomy.

    I knew the work of the Grim Reaper was hard.

    Still, thinking about these things in the past made me feel more relaxed.

    What a life to be cursed at in life, and the same. Isn''t it too much?

    But... there was a harvest even at times like this. I found another fragment of the Grim Reaper''s memory.

    "What did you say you cooked for the King of the Underworld?”

    "Rice cake. I think it was Seolgi rice cake with dried persimmon. There was dried persimmon in the kitchen. They sold seolgi rice cake at the market."

    Did you just think about it and cook it? The next world?

    "It''s just a mix of two delicious things. As I said before, what I wanted to keep going outside was cooking, but I just wanted to see a lot of things."That''s great, though.

    "Anyway, I was wondering if I could have this for dessert. I''m not sure. But I can feel it. This is probably the last time. If I can eat this and think of it one more time, at least my name."

    The fragment of the broken memory, the last part, was serving rice cake to Yeomra, who wanted to eat sweet things.

    And at that time, what Yeomra said right before she lost her memory.

    It''s a little late, though. What''s your name, by any chance?

    The biggest thing the Grim Reaper has ever lost. And the biggest key to finding something complete, not a fragment of memory.

    No one questioned the absence of the Grim Reaper''s name.

    So the inscription hidden in the deepest part of hundreds of years.

    "I''ll look for it. I''ll help you. Just like we promised."

    Now it''s really just around the corner. Knowing her secret, I was able to help.

    And maybe. If the underworld allows, and the world helps.

    Holy Father. The goal is one thing.’

    Maybe we can send the Grim Reaper, just like we''ve done so far.

    I was convinced that I was certainly close to that goal.

    The course to serve the grim reaper is almost over. One day I lifted a knife.

    * * *

    Rice cake

    In fact, it''s a dish that rarely makes at home.

    Regardless of how hard it takes. When I bake bread, I baked it. How many people make rice cake at home?

    No matter how traditional Korean snacks are, it is our rice cake that is being pushed back in many ways.

    Well, of course, restaurant home-cooked meals, a Korean restaurant, couldn''t have been without rice cake tools.

    Haru, do you have time? It''s not enough.

    "We have less than an hour before the door closes.…. I have to do something about it. It''s okay. If you steam the dough right away.”

    Let''s do it together. Turn up the heat and I''ll help you.

    "Yes, sir."

    There was no need for much conversation between the teacher and the student. The two people started cooking at a fast pace.

    Put the glutinous rice powder on a sieve and season it with salt and sugar.

    Bring some beans, boil them in sugar syrup, pour a little hot water to cook quickly, knead them, and then steam them in a steamer.

    And now, dried persimmon.

    The Grim Reaper said he added dried persimmon to Baekseolgi to make a dish. Then it''s human nature to do that for a day.

    He took out the expensive honey he had bought, and quickly steamed baekseolgi was taken out and cooled down.

    Then, cut half of the white rice cake horizontally. If you put honeyed dried persimmons and grain syrup on it.

    Cake? Well, it does feel like that.

    "Doesn''t it look delicious?”

    Round baekseolgi. It has a bright brown color with honeyed dried persimmons and grain syrup in the center.

    It looks a lot like the rice cake that is popular these days.

    Of course, I couldn''t decorate it for various reasons starting with time, but I thought it would be the best dessert to make baekseolgi and dried persimmon without going beyond the background of the Joseon Dynasty.

    And so was the Grim Reaper. She carefully inhaled the scent of the completed dried persimmon baekseolgi.

    "Hmmm……."

    How''s it going?

    "It''s sweet and nice, isn''t it? Of course, I don''t have any old memories. But it looks so pure and delicious. Haru, thank you too. I''m sorry to keep making you suffer.""I''m sorry. Today is a place for the grim reaper. It''s a course meal, right? If you enjoy the dessert, too. That''s enough for me."

    "Yes, deliciously."

    I cut a piece of rice cake to the grim reaper and handed it to him on a plate.

    He even wiped out the spices of the underworld, which had only a small amount left.

    This is the last one. It''s the last spoonful of everything.

    The grim reaper took a bite out of it, feeling reverently.