"What is Chef Choi Han-seok doing? Mr. Haru."

    It''s a thought that I''ve been thinking a lot lately. Yumi asked a similar question day by day.

    I couldn''t get enough of it, but I didn''t. It was like that to remember a precious person who left first.

    "I''m sure he''s having a good rest. Do as much as you like."

    "Do you cook even though you''re gone to rest?"

    "I think Chef Choi Han-seok would do that. He''s taking a break from cooking. I''m sure he''s eating a lot of delicious food with the grim reaper and resting. I''m sure."

    "Hehe... ..like us?"

    "Right. With Yumi. With me."

    The atmosphere heated up a little. Yumi''s cheeks turned red, smiling a little awkwardly.

    A house after work is done. Haru and Yumi couldn''t sleep, so they were making a simple late-night snack.

    Both were chefs, but that doesn''t mean they cook big meals every day.

    The chef is a human being. I often order delivery food and make a simple late-night snack.

    The same goes for today. Yumi said she wanted beer, so she took out the plane pork belly from the freezer.

    They adopted the bean sprouts left in the refrigerator, put oyster sauce in red pepper oil, burned soy sauce, and stir-fried it.

    The Chinese-style stir-fried bean sprouts were quickly completed. It took less than 15 minutes for the drinks to be served.

    "Cheers, Haru?"

    "Good. Cheers!"

    The two beer cans bumped into each other with a pleasant sound.

    Gulping, Yumi, who drank a lot of carbonated beer, lowered her glass.

    A beer that''s so cool that my head is pounding.

    When the bitter taste is in your mouth, if you eat it with a lot of crispy and salty stir-fried plane pork belly...…, oh, this is happiness.

    "Hmmmm! It''s so good!"

    "Well, that''s unusual today. I''m happy to see you eat well, Yumi."

    "Hehe, then I''m glad. But how can I do something delicious? Because it''s good? I enjoy it.”

    "It''s the best compliment. To the chef. Oh, by the way. How is the table heaven these days? Is everything all right?”

    "It''s a table paradise. It''s the same every day. People come and eat, and Yeyoung delivers like crazy. When regular customers buy rice cakes or fruits, it tastes good. Hmmm... Oh! There''s one. Something special."

    Two chefs gathered, and it was a routine to work at different restaurants.

    This conversation usually took place during Haru and Yumi''s evening hours.

    What happened at each other''s restaurant. If you met a ghost, what kind of ghost would you be?

    If the holy fire seems a little difficult, the two of them can work together.

    Yeomra himself said that Haru and Yumi are the most talented saints in the world.

    It''s no match for a shaman. It''s just one day.

    Anyway, this time it was a similar story.

    A ghost came last night, attracted by the warm smell of rice in the table heaven and the lights of the house, and Yumi tried to make the holy fire. Of course.

    "What kind of ghost was it?”

    "If it''s normal, it''s normal, it''s like that. Late 20s? Early 30s? It was a male ghost like this. He was dressed just casually."

    "Isn''t it some kind of work suit or uniform?"

    "Yes. It would be easy to find the same thing, so we always focus on that. But there was nothing special about it. Just like everywhere in the world. A real normal male ghost.""Hmmm... that''s unusual."

    A normal ghost. It''s a double-edged sword, to put it simply.

    If a ghost has its own characteristics, it is quite convenient to find resentment.

    Just like the old Hulbo used to be. If you find resentment, then it''s simple.

    As long as it can be covered by a day''s hands, it helps solve the problem, and as long as it can''t be solved, Han can face and acknowledge himself through cooking. It''s just him.

    But what if it''s a normal ghost?

    "Do you remember?"

    "Nothing. He only remembers his name. Where he died, how he died. Why did I become a ghost because I became a ghost. Nothing."

    "It''s quite unusual to be so completely blank……. You usually remember a clue."

    "I thought so too, so I made a bowl of ramen and asked a lot of questions. Just in case, I added the King of the Underworld spice to my ramen. As you can see."

    Yumi shakes her head with a gloomy expression. It didn''t work out.

    Come to think of it, this is why Yumi asked me to have a beer today.

    Maybe you''ve done most of what you can.

    Yumi is as professional as Haru.

    Like Haru, Han has made a lot of big ghosts holy fire, and he is still watching ghosts who come to the table heaven by themselves.

    And then Yumi directly asked Haru for SOS. I had a strong feeling that it would not be easy.

    "Didn''t you say much? Something special, something you remember. You know what?"

    "Of course I asked you a lot of questions. Amazingly, there''s nothing here. It''s totally normal."

    I asked just in case, but as expected. Yumi shook her head. I tried hard to hold back my sigh.

    Later, I talked about a few more things, but I couldn''t find anything that could be a clue.

    Eventually, the story ended with tomorrow''s day leaving the restaurant early and going to the table heaven.

    Usually, it was a day when I thought it was a basic virtue for the head chef to be with me until the restaurant''s deadline, but in other words, I don''t need it because I''m a head chef.

    The deadline is literally labor. In other words, it''s been a while since I''ve had a sweet taste of power.

    That''s how the day''s little drinking party ended.

    Next evening. Restaurant home-cooked meal.

    A little earlier than usual, I prepared for the day when I took off my cooking clothes.

    "I''ll go in first. I''m sorry."

    "Oh, you should be sorry. Say sorry. We''re the ones to be thankful for now."

    "Right, right. I''ve been at another restaurant for 7 years, and 5 years in oral fairy tales. I''ve been eating restaurant meals for 12 years in total, and Chef Haru is the overwhelmingly diligent one."

    "Of course, of course. I told you. The restaurant that I took out my feet for a while went home as soon as the head chef finished lunch. You told me to take care of dinner. How annoying it was, man."

    "I will never do that if I become a head later! Just like Chef Haru, I''m going to go home last!"

    "Oh, my God. Who''s going to give you a head? Don''t count your chickens and dig in the refrigerator. If a piece of salad rolls between the side dishes again today, do whatever you want."

    "Ugh……okay, sir. You don''t even have to hit the head. Ugh."

    The youngest member who got a clout from a senior chef.Seeing him work hard cleaning the refrigerator, which he grabbed and ordered, saying he had a headache, made me smile naturally. It''s a good time, this is it.

    I was a little worried because I was sorry, but I was so grateful that my family said this.

    With light steps, I left the restaurant and headed to the table heaven where Yumi was.

    When I opened the door, I heard a bell ring. Come to think of it, it''s been a long time since I came to the table heaven.

    Has it been about two weeks? It could be a short time, but I was strangely glad to see it because it was a table paradise where I spent time like home only a few months ago.

    "Haru, you came earlier than I thought. I''m not done with dinner yet."

    "Now that I''m at it, I''m going to help you with your work. Let''s have dinner together. What about you, Yeyoung?

    "The last delivery went out to the university street today. It''s been a while since I went, so I''ll be back soon. Hehe, but it''s so nice. Thinking about having dinner with Haru.”

    "I like it, too. Mr. Yumi."

    Time flew by so fast. All the more so because the last order of the table heaven was just around the corner.

    Time flies when you''re about to leave work.

    Today''s menu in Bapsang heaven was bone hangover soup.

    In addition, the darkness quickly sank out of the restaurant as Yumi made a cheese egg roll, which she liked, emptied a meal, and chatted with the fruit she had bought for a day.

    Chi-jik. The house''s precious light lit up and lit up the table in front of the heaven like a street lamp.

    The time when the doors are open. The restaurant was quiet because it was a day with Yumi, who was making every ghost come.

    Therefore, I waited a little longer, and soon after, today''s main character appeared.

    I... I came because you said I could come today.

    My voice is a bit hoarse. At first, I thought I was intimidated, but I didn''t think it was like that.

    It''s just a neat young man on the outside.

    Plain clothes, plain appearance, plain body shape and plain speech.

    An ordinary person who can see at least one person every 5 minutes if you take a subway in Seoul.

    ''Hmm...…?''

    I felt a sense of incompatibility for the first time. But not in a very good mood, Haru''s eyebrows were up and down.

    "Of course! You''re so welcome. It''s late night dining heaven. Come and sit down!"

    Yumi greets customers with high tension on purpose.

    The man walked along and sat in the seat Yumi had taken out, and soon made eye contact with Haru.

    When dealing with customers, you have to do it with a good nuance anyway. Haru smiled as he controlled his facial expression.

    "Welcome, Table Heaven."

    I don''t think I''ve met him before. By any chance, Chef Haru?

    "You know me?"

    Yumi talks every day. For me, for other ghosts. He''s a good man.

    "Ahaha... I''m a little shy. Still, yeah. That''s right. I''m Haru, the owner of this place. By the way, I''ve heard a lot about you. You don''t remember anything about Han. Your name, too."

    -Ah... well, yeah. But I did remember one thing today. That''s why I''m here to tell you.

    "Huh? Really?!"

    A man nodding his head with a calm look.

    The eyes of the two were wide open in an unexpected situation.