Strong, weak, very weak.

    It means weak to the strong and strong to the weak.

    Lower your head to someone stronger than you.

    A man who looks down on someone he thinks is definitely below him or her.

    Someone like Park Gun-il.

    Such people are called people with weak and strong.

    Sneak, Sneak, Sneak.

    Boiling Boiling Boiling Boiling Boiling Boiling Boiling!

    As the cooking progressed, appetizing sounds came from the kitchen.

    Starting with glutinous rice paste that has been boiled and cooled, red pepper powder. Minced garlic and ginger.

    Grated onions and apples. Add sugar and salted shrimp and mix to make seasonings by dipping the cucumber.

    On one side, the beef and radish of soup were stir-fried in perilla oil and boiled in water.

    Add simple vegetables such as onions and green onions and season with soy sauce and salt, and you''re done.

    There are many variations such as adding fish sauce, but one day I prefer beef radish soup that is simply boiled.

    The meat broth was well brewed in the boiling radish soup, and the radish was so soft that it broke down with just hands.

    Wash the cucumber that had been salted once and mix it well with the seasoning.

    Let''s cut the freshly mixed cucumber in half and try it.

    Crunch!

    With the sound of this, the salty and spicy taste explodes in your mouth.

    This alone will leave us two bowls of rice.

    White rice couldn''t have been more hungry.

    When Yumi also gave a piece of Oisobagi to taste, she immediately raised her thumb.

    As I finished cooking, I continued the conversation I had earlier.

    Yumi said like this.

    "You mean those weak, weak people? You can''t say anything if you just sit next to someone who looks stronger than you. How much have I suffered? I know that kind of thing!"

    "He''s a strong-looking man...… oh, oh, I''m sure there''s something that comes to mind right away."

    Haru, who was listening to Yumi''s advice, nodded without realizing it.

    There was one person like that.

    His name is Choi Sung-bo.

    He was a ghost who introduced himself to the public by saying that he died while preparing for a civil servant.

    He used to come alone every day, looking like a college student. He was tall and very big like a bear.

    But he was just big and had a really gentle personality.

    Even on the first day of coming to the restaurant, I couldn''t even order properly because I was too self-conscious.

    Even Choi Han-seok sometimes teased him, saying he looked like a gentle panda.

    "Thank you, Yumi. I''ll do something about it.”

    "I don''t know what''s going on, but I''m rooting for you. Chef Haru!"

    One day I moved as soon as it became evening.

    The time when the door opens is 12 o''clock.

    But the ghosts began to flock around the restaurant from about eleven o''clock, waiting for the door to open.

    You could''ve come earlier.

    If there are ghosts near the living, people instinctively avoid them, so it is not until late at night that there is no disruption to business.

    Sure enough, Sung-bo appeared around 11:30 today.

    The day I found him while preparing food ran and asked for a small favor.

    "Well, Sung-bo. I''d like to ask you a small favor."

    "Of course I''ll do what Chef Haru asks. But what can I do...….”

    "It''s nothing. It''s just, you know the ghost Park Gun-il? That grumpy old man. When he comes later, you just have to naturally get up and sit next to him.""What, what, me? Still, why are you sitting next to me as much as you want? Then how should I. And I can''t even say harsh words.”

    "Don''t worry. If that happens, Chef Choi Hanseok and I will come forward and give it to you. You just have to sit next to me. You don''t have to say anything.”

    Of course, it would have been reluctant for ghosts to sit next to the evil spirit that was spouting flesh.

    But Haru and Choi Han-seok knew.

    You have to press the chi with the chi.

    It was clear that Park Gun-il, who only gets angry at weak-looking people, would lose his temper if he sat next to him, seemingly asiatic black bear-like holy book.

    "Then... Yes. I see. How much help did I get from Chef Haru? I''ll do that."

    Seong-bo nodded, saying, "I understand."

    His face seemed a little nervous, but I thought it would be okay.

    A way to cope with a weak person.

    I don''t know how much this Yumi told me would work, but it was still much better than not trying.

    Soon after, some more time passed and the door opened. It''s been less than 10 minutes since midnight.

    Around the time the food of the ghosts that came first and was waiting is slowly coming out. As always, the door to the restaurant burst nervously.

    Hey, it''s very crowded today. There were so many people here who didn''t die properly? Come on, no. Are you a ghost now, not a man? Hahaha!

    "What..."

    Park Gun-il, who is chirping, was trying to make a joke out of nonsense.

    The ghosts, who were in a bad mood, looked at them, but he trudged to the liquor store as if he didn''t even care, and brought three bottles of soju.

    Sitting in the counter-seat in front of the kitchen, gulping down a can of soju, he shouted at Haru.

    I''m not in the mood to eat today. Just make a side dish for a drink. Something spicy.

    "Eat first. Since I cooked beef radish soup deliciously. If you keep drinking alcohol in your bare stomach, you''ll get sick."

    What does it matter if the guest wants to eat it? I said I''d pay my own money to eat it. That''s not how you do business. A young man.

    Park Gun-il kicked his tongue and yelled at him to make anything greasy.

    Haru sighed deeply and headed to the front of the frying pan.

    However, Park Gun-il started his trademark training.

    When I was a kid, right? I bow down to each guest every day. Huh? He treated customers like kings. I''ve lived so fiercely that I''ve been doing so well now. Keep an eye on the others! It''s all blood and flesh.

    He only said a word of worry about getting rid of his stomach, but starting with the story of his life, all sorts of yelling burst out.

    Feeling a throbbing head, Haru gave Sung-bo, who was sitting in the back eating, a sense.

    Sung-bo, who hesitated for a while, soon poured all the soup and rice left in the soup bowl into his mouth.

    Then he trudged along, sat next to Park Gun-il, and said.

    Boss, give me one more bowl. I''m not full yet.

    "Of course, I''ll give it to you. Hold on a minute. I''ll do it right away. Oh, do you want some more oisobaki?"Give me more. It was delicious. It''s crunchy.

    Haru scooped enough rice, soup, and side dishes to make a new table and brought them.

    The bear-like man sat right next to him, and the effect was immediately shown.

    "I''ll stir-fry soy sauce bean sprouts using leftover beef for soup. Are you okay?"

    Huh? Yeah, that''s good. It''s a good one.

    Don''t be like that. Just finish what you were saying. What did the other ghosts do with the lack of effort?

    I mean, I mean...….

    Choi Hanseok came in with a good timing.

    Park Gun-il, who was stuttering, noticed Sung-bo sitting next to him.

    Sungbo also had a history of failing to achieve his dream of becoming a civil servant.

    Naturally, Park Gun-il, who received his sharp eye, swallowed his dry saliva because he was already sick of the words of effort and something.

    Let''s all live our lives to the fullest. Yes?

    Park Joo-hyuk soon shook his head looking sullen.

    What Yumi said was true.

    Park Joo-hyuk''s fact-finding has subsided a lot just by sitting next to the big castle.

    Without saying anything, he only drank soju one after another in stir-fried meat served by Haru.

    Haru, who had been looking at that for a while, walked out with a small sigh.

    "Come on, have a drink."

    Huh? Uh-huh?

    Crunching--

    I poured a drink into Park Gun-il''s cup.

    Even though I kept doing the truthful act, it was somewhat sad to see me so depressed.

    Although there were some cool parts that felt like it was finally quiet, it wasn''t just cool.

    Besides, you don''t know one day.

    That Park Gun-il''s resentment is really badly twisted.

    Even ordinary ghosts like furry had so many things to do, and I couldn''t guess what kind of story the evil ghost Park Gun-il might have.

    I''m sure it''s you who knows it the best. He will also have a lot of heartache.

    "Well, I''m just saying. Can''t you think of anything yet?"

    Go to some memorable places. I''ve been struggling all day. I''ve tried everything I could. I can''t think of anything else. Really, nothing.

    Park Gun-il quickly emptied a glass of soju poured by one day.

    I''ve seen a lot of ghosts so far, and I''ve also ordered a lot of holy fire, but it was my first time to have such a deep grudge.

    "Now I don''t know what to do. All that''s left is to wait until you''re lucky enough to find a clue.”

    Honestly, there''s no promise. Yeah, you should''ve been nice when you were alive.

    Haru and Choi Han-seok couldn''t do anything now.

    Park Gun-il raised his head to say something as if he was annoyed, and soon chewed it inside and swallowed it, and poured another glass of soju.

    Does that make sense? There''s no such thing as luck.

    But there were many ghosts who were lucky enough to take care of themselves? Why, if luck repeats itself, it''s inevitable. You never know if he still has a kite left. I wonder who''s going to come.

    I don''t know what it sounds like to Park Gun-il, but Haruna Choi Han-seok said it sincerely.

    In reality, a lot of ghosts were helped by really big and small coincidences.But Park Gun-il didn''t seem to believe it.

    He started drinking more soju nervously, saying, "Don''t make fun of normal people."

    He was about to get up and head back to the liquor store after emptying all three bottles of soju he had brought earlier.

    Cheer up!

    The restaurant door opened coolly and made a sound again.

    "Who else is here?"

    Haru, who was simply cleaning up the kitchen, looked back in surprise.

    It was already almost 2 a.m., so I thought there were no more ghosts to come today.

    But it wasn''t a ghost that showed up.

    Someone who''s still alive.

    Haru was also a person who knew him well.

    "Mr. Haru! I was passing by, and the lights were on at the restaurant, so I came in wondering if it was possible. You were really open.”

    "Mr. Yumi……?

    The surprise guest at dawn was none other than Yumi.

    She opened the door and smiled as she looked at the day.