The man opened his mouth. What was really surprising was that he even remembered his name. Even by myself.

    Of course, the dish that Yumi used to make with a little spice could have worked a little late.

    But what''s important about that. Either way, the man found a great deal of memory.

    And I even came directly to the table heaven to tell you that.

    It was a fairly hopeful development.

    Haru and Yumi felt much of the tension they had put on their shoulders.

    It''s going to be easy. If I finish early, I''ll go home and spend time with Yumi after a long time.

    To the point where I suddenly heard that thought. Maybe one day I was being very conceited.

    Things went so well these days, and there was nothing lacking. In that environment, human beings tend to soften.

    It was no different than Yumi.

    "That''s really great! Then tell me. What do you mean you remembered? Ah, first of all, a name!"

    As usual. But Yumi is running with a much more excited voice.

    Haru was relaxing and organizing the dishes next to him.

    The man opened his mouth with his eyes slightly lower. A voice that wasn''t very pleasant leaked out.

    - I mean, that''s what it''s all about, right? In this restaurant, we cook for ghosts. Thank you for finding my memory. It''s like a holy fire.

    "That''s right. As I said before, I''m helping you relieve your resentment. You have to let go of your resentment so that you can be a saint."

    I just thought of this. Oh... don''t take it so bad. It''s just my personal opinion.

    "What? What do you mean?"

    - Whether it''s Han glue, memory, or holy fire. I think it''s a very useless and selfish thing to do. At least I am. Yes, sir.

    Stand tall.

    At the same time, Yumi and Haru stopped like toy dolls that were almost done.

    This is how it feels to doubt the ear.

    What did I just hear? I certainly understood it in my head, but I didn''t understand it in my heart.

    It''s been Yumi and Haru, who have dealt with many ghosts and now has 100 units of ghosts.

    I feel the same way as him, and I really don''t care. I''ve never really seen a ghost shoot this in a calm manner. In addition

    "What the hell does that mean?"

    Literally. I don''t want to solve it, I don''t want to recall it. I don''t want to be holy. To be honest, it is. What I remember is, no matter how many times I look at it, it looks like I ate the food you cooked here. Sigh... People have memories that they want to forget forever. Do you get it?

    "Well, sir, I''m sorry. If I didn''t get it wrong, I mean. Guest."

    Yes, I don''t need any memories or anything. I just want to float around like this forever and live as a ghost. I don''t want to be a saint.

    "But when you came to our restaurant yesterday, I don''t know yet, but you said you were thinking. I still remember that."

    Yumi''s voice trembled.

    Although she maintained her manners so that her speech and voice would not be a nuisance as much as possible, Yumi also had some limitations because she was a human being.

    That''s because what the man said now was tantamount to denying Yumi''s whole life and swearing.

    It''s rude. It''s useless. At least for me.

    At the end of the day, he adds "Yes to me" to make room for escape.Haru, the restaurant owner, has nothing more to say.

    I know everything. I know, but I know what to refute. To be honest, it was annoying. from the ground of one''s heart

    -Yeah, I remember. But it was when I couldn''t remember. So I just said yes. You''re back now. So I can tell for sure. I don''t want to find more memories, I don''t want to be holy. That''s why I came back to tell you.

    "First of all... I see. Yes, what you mean. I understand."

    Haru suddenly stepped forward in front of Yumi. Then he reached back and gently pushed Yumi.

    I''ll do something about it. Please stay back a little bit.

    There was no need for a long talk between the two people who clicked.

    Yumi, who understood the meaning of the day, sighed quietly and turned her head away.

    Yumi is a soft-hearted person even though she looks like that.

    I''m sure you have a lot on your mind right now. I might cry when I get home. It hurt me to think that way for a day more.

    But I can''t let it go like this.

    I can give you reasons, and there are many excuses I can be able to make. Just a guy named Haru wanted to.

    Pride is not allowed at this rate. So I asked.

    "Can''t you tell me?”

    -Horse?

    "Remember, at least a name. That''s what we always ask you at our restaurant."

    What''s the memory of thinking about it''s What past have you had, what have you experienced.

    How can you say such cold words without changing your expression?

    One day I was genuinely curious. I also wanted to know.

    ''What was he doing? You.''

    An ordinary man whose only characteristic is that he doesn''t even know his name, he just looks a little tired.

    What happened to this man? I wanted to know the clue.

    No, I had to know. Somehow I could be sure of that.

    Yeah, well. It''s true that I''ve been rude to some extent. I''ll just tell you what I remember.

    "……thank you. Can I get you something?"

    I don''t need any alcohol. I don''t really like it. Well, just make me a ramen. I ate it until I got tired of it, but I still want to eat it now. It''s amazing.

    "Yes, it''s an amazing dish. Please wait a little bit, then."

    A guy who wants me to cook ramen. Haru, nodding, took out a nickel-silver pot.

    When I put the water on top, it quickly boiled. A nickel-silver pot boils overwhelmingly fast among all cooking utensils.

    It doesn''t get cold easily, so it''s perfect for cooking ramen.

    When the water boils up, add two soups and noodles.

    Add the scent of green onion and half-cooked eggs. Cook the noodles a little less, so it''s hard.

    I took out a little bit of cold rice and put about half a bowl of rice, and also served delicious kimchi from the table in heaven.

    A table of ramen. Everyone knows the taste.

    Thank you for the food.

    "Yes, tell me while you eat."

    Slurp!

    The man ate a chopstick of ramen.

    Spicy scent. Delicious flavor of MSG. Feeling it poking his nose and tongue, he spoke slowly.

    Actually, I have very little to say. I just remembered why and how I died. That''s about it. Oh, I''ll tell you the name. We were late to say hello. My name is Kim Minsoo."Oh... Mr. Minsu."

    It''s a common name. Kim Castle, the most common name in Korea, is Minsu. Everyone has at least one Minsoo around them. Don''t you think so?

    "Yes, well, yes."

    I thought you were joking, so it was funny, but honestly it wasn''t funny.

    I wondered if this situation was a joke. But Minsu didn''t seem to think much, to be honest.

    I thought it was a really unusual character.

    -That''s why we''re talking about it. How did I die? Actually, it''s nothing. I''m in my late 20s. If you''re young, you''re young. To die at this age. If it''s not a disease or an accident, it''s mostly that.

    "That''s what he says."

    Suicide. Anything else?

    As expected, I guess so. I was thinking about it in my own mind.

    No matter how many times I looked at it, it just felt like that.

    All the more so because it''s been a day of experience dealing with so many dead people.

    Suicide, killing yourself. What on earth drove this young man to die on his own?

    But Minsu said otherwise. From here on out, it was words beyond the imagination of the day.

    There''s really no reason to die. It''s just hard to live. That''s it.

    "The fact that it was hard to live...…. Is it about money or something? Did you have a story?”

    Stories? I don''t have any stories. I don''t know what you think. Most people in the world are not the main characters. I''m just born bored and living bored. Since life is boring, I''ll add small but definite happiness to it.

    Cold words. At the end of that, Minsu said.

    That''s why I died. Because I''m bored.

    "Life is... boring?"

    I wasn''t talented or interested. When I was in school, I was in the middle. Like there is, like there isn''t. I''m not an insider or an outcast. You know that position? And then I went to the army. Go to a decent company and live a decent life. Money. I traveled and did hobbies with what I saved, but it wasn''t fun at all.

    "But you''ve worked hard. While working and working. Hard."

    I don''t know. I''m not sure about that. I just did what I was told to do it. Just as much as I get paid. I only got average money. I can get a room and live alone, save at least 1 million won a month.

    "That''s how everyone lives. A lot of people live like that in Korea."

    And I''m sure everyone thinks this. Oh, it''s boring. Honestly, isn''t Haru like that, too? Oh, no. Haru is a special person, so I don''t know. Anyway, people like me did. What if I turn 40? What if you leave the company, get older and turn 50?

    "What do you mean...….”

    I have no dreams and I don''t want anything. Marriage? Sounds good. But I have to find a house and buy a car. You need money to raise a child. Even having a baby is like that. I don''t have the confidence to raise him well, and I''m not sure that he''ll live a better life than me, so I don''t know.

    One day, at this point, I couldn''t understand what Minsu wanted to say.

    But one thing was for sure.

    He wasn''t exhausted, and he didn''t have any major trauma or wounds.

    It''s just boring. Life itself is a lethargic thing. And because of that''s why.

    "So……."

    One day, I thought about the rest of my life, and it was so terrible. That''s why I died. That''s it. There''s nothing more to say."That''s it?"

    Minsu nodded as if it was natural.

    What did you expect?