The sky is blue and high, and clear with few clouds.

    Looking up, the birds chirping happily, flying away, lying on the grasslands, time flies by so fast.

    The temperature is just right, not hot or cold. I wasn''t hungry or sick either.

    "Ha... it''s heaven."

    Choi Han-seok laid down on such grasslands and muttered without realizing it.

    If there''s a heaven, you mean right here. Yeah, I''ve always wanted to be in a place like this.

    Why isn''t there such a thing. No one is overseas from SNS or TV programs, and it''s a mountainous area with beautiful scenery.

    Of course, I never went when I was alive.

    I kept saying, "I''ll go someday, I''ll go when I retire," and then I died in an accident.

    But I wasn''t particularly disappointed. Now that I think about it, I think it might be because I knew it.

    Yeah, I knew that. Don''t go when you''re alive. Even if you don''t rest. The day will come when I die and rest in peace.

    "That''s what the next world did. The underworld is the same, but heaven is different from person to person. I thought you said it''s the place I want the most and I can relax the most. This is it, Won. I can''t remember."

    This is the problem with age. What I heard only a few days ago is that I keep forgetting things.

    But I think it''s probably right to remember now.

    That''s why I came to this place when I thought I wanted to take a nap in this meadow one day.

    It was really amazing. I thought I wanted to go to the meadow, and when I opened my eyes, it was really meadow.

    Yeah, actually, I wanted to stay here all the time. I wanted to burn all the rest I couldn''t do when I was alive.

    The wind keeps blowing cool. I feel like night won''t come here.

    It''s a day, a week, a year, and I want to spend time lying down. but

    "……it''s not funny. Not really."

    Shortly after Choi Han-seok murmured like that, the surrounding landscape reversed. Wearing a comfortable outfit, he was wearing a white cooking suit before I knew it.

    The beautiful grassland, which was comfortable in the world, became a noisy kitchen with rattling sounds and customers talking here and there, and Choi Han-seok, who was lying down, stood upright in the middle and held a spatula.

    I could realize it right away. This is the kitchen I know.

    No, there''s no way I don''t know. It''s a place I''ve devoted my whole life to. It''s a story about Choi Han-seok holding the head of the kitchen.

    "Oh, you look like a ghost."

    The menu being served was the same as before. Park Joo-hyuk, who is a little clumsy at work, was also seen as a little young.

    Nothing has changed in the kitchen. Everything was as Choi Han-seok remembered, but he felt a sense of incompatibility soon after.

    It''s not a sense of incompatibility that feels different. It was just a kitchen, but it was a sense of incompatibility because there was no one to be around.

    "……there''s not a day. No wonder there isn''t. That''s true, this is a oral story in my memory, and I don''t think one day has come in yet.”

    He knows that it is natural. But when I thought about it, I suddenly felt weird.

    I was just happy to think that I''m back in my dream kitchen.

    It was good to think about making your favorite dishes in harmony with familiar people."Something, it''s weird.”

    I felt a creepy strange sense of incompatibility. Obviously this is heaven.

    That''s what the underworld and the grim reaper said. But why am I feeling this way.

    Choi Han-seok knows. I can go anywhere I want here, and I can do everything I want.

    I actually enjoyed it a lot.

    I don''t know how long it''s been, but I also took a good nap, which I couldn''t sleep because it was a ghost. To a very refreshing extent.

    But as soon as I thought there was no day in the kitchen, I felt weird. It''s not just that I feel bad.

    It is a completely different sense from that. A sense of incompatibility, something deeply wrong, something strange.

    Soon after, Choi began to find out why.

    "One day, I''ve never seen you here, have I?”

    Come to think of it, it was. What I want is a place that pops up before Choi Han-seok even thinks about it.

    Naturally, Choi Han-seok thought a lot about a day. I missed you, and I kept wondering if you were doing well.

    I think it will be okay because Yumi is next to me, but isn''t it an adult''s heart that keeps worrying like a mother who put her child out by the water?

    Nevertheless, he never showed up one day. The same is true now.

    I think so much, but I don''t see a day. It doesn''t come out of memory.

    I wonder why?

    The concern was not long. Choi Han-seok suddenly realized something. His expression was strangely distorted.

    "That''s what it was. Yeah, that''s what it was. The underworld used to be like that''s how it was. Well, yes, Mr. Grim Reaper is absolutely right. Things couldn''t have worked out that easily, and the world was always scary."

    It was something I told Haru and Park Joohyuk so often.

    I can''t believe I forgot at the most important time. I''m really old, too.

    “…….”

    When I found the answer, the scenery around me changed once again. All the guests, colleagues and employees who were filling the restaurant disappeared.

    Just after Choi Han-seok died and became a ghost.

    Just like when people saw the oral fairy tale missing. The lights were on, and all people were themselves.

    Oh, you can''t even call me a person. Because I''m dead. It may be more right to say that you are the only ghost.

    How long has it been since I had such useless thoughts? The door of the oral fairy tale suddenly opened with a squeaking sound.

    However, Choi did not panic. As if I knew this would happen, I jumped up and greeted the person who appeared at the door.

    "Soongeol, are you here?"

    "……why did you do that?"

    "What? What''s wrong with you?"

    "Why did you do that? Why did you think that so quickly, and find out the nature of heaven. Like this, make me come. "If you''ve been through that much trouble for the rest of your life, you''ve been through it more."

    The Grim Reaper. Soongeol.

    Wearing black lipstick, wearing a black suit. Soon-geol, who looks nothing different from before, came to meet Choi Han-seok.

    "Why is Soon-geol here already? I didn''t expect you so soon."

    "How many years have I worked in the underworld, and you think I don''t even know what heaven is? That''s ridiculous."

    "No, of course he was thinking. But that doesn''t mean Soongeol doesn''t want to rest. You''ve been rolling under the King of the Underworld for a long time. You might want to relax.""You''ve spent so much time with me, and that''s what I''m saying."

    "I hope so because I spent a lot of time. ''Cause I know how hard it was.''

    Choi Han-seok and Soon-geol sat quietly on the table. The restaurant, which even had a bit of a bleak energy, became cozy as if it had never been the case with Soon-geol''s appearance.

    The guests, the chefs in the kitchen, returned. Again, a loud noise began to come from around.

    But one strange thing. The people who reappeared all looked translucent.

    Like a ghost. He also treated Choi Han-seok and Soon-geol as if they were nothing.

    Even though the chef was outside, no one cared, let alone looking at him.

    The same goes for Choi Han-seok and Soon-geol, of course. When I came to my senses, the two were holding hands.

    "I missed you.”

    "Suddenly we talk about it."

    "Because I missed you. Haru, Yumi and my family. And Soongeol. But I know that. I know Soon-geol is the only one I can see again."

    The grim reaper dropped his head for a moment and thought hard about something. Then he clenched his grip, and gave it a little strength.

    "I thought it would take a little longer. Until Choi Han-seok woke up."

    "I don''t know exactly. How long has it been?”

    "About two weeks. Outside, two weeks in Lee Seung time."

    "I see. I think it''s been longer than I thought."

    "Sounds like a long time ago. The average is 80 years before the souls who came to rest go out. It''s common to go over 120 years at most. But only two weeks is a long time? It doesn''t make sense."

    "Hey, I made a promise. I promised Haru that I''d be back soon. They''ll be waiting. As much as I miss you, you miss me for a day."

    "Is that so?"

    "Yes, I''m sure. Because he''s like a son. He''s the guy who told me I was like a father.”

    The grim reaper said. Hanseok Choi woke up too early.

    At the same time, as soon as she realized where Choi Han-seok was, she opened the door and came to greet him.

    Choi Han-seok was rather smart. Also, he was quick to notice because he was rolling around in a tough world. That''s why I knew.

    "What if I woke up late?"

    "Well, I guess you''ve been waiting. Hanseok has only one family left. But for a day to come here.

    It''ll take a long time.”

    "Yes, it''s going to take a really long time. You have to."

    "That''s why I''m waiting. It''s just. It''s pathetic. There''s no one to wait for. And I''m bored, too."

    On the second week, Choi Han-seok, who was lying down and resting comfortably, realized. This is the underworld.

    Where is heaven? What is this place? What happens to the ghosts who let go of their resentment and walked into the bright light?

    I''ve always wondered, but now I know for sure.

    So is the nature of heaven. It shows and feels what the soul wants. It''s not something I haven''t done in my life. That''s Han.

    Just endless grasslands, places I liked in my life, things like that. It really makes you relax while doing things like that.

    Death is to sleep endlessly, he said. But there was an end to the underworld of the underworld.

    When the resting soul is satisfied, you can stop resting now. When you feel enough, the door opens again.

    And Choi Han-seok also knew. What happens when you go out here. He asked Sun-geol."How long does it take to be reborn?"