Yumi visited the restaurant without any notice.

    All the ghosts in the restaurant were stunned by the sudden, even real-life appearance.

    Even if it looks the same on the outside. Ghosts used to recognize living people.

    "By the way, was the business hours of Table Heaven supposed to be this hour? Wow, that''s amazing. I can''t believe it''s full of customers at this hour.”

    Yumi was amazed to see the full guests even though it was not a 24-hour restaurant.

    However, Haru and Choi Han-seok could hardly hide their surprise.

    It was the same with Seo-ah and Su-ah.

    Originally, a living person cannot enter the table heaven with the door open.

    Since it is a place full of ghosts, you can avoid it instinctively or just not recognize that there is a restaurant here.

    So Sua could barely come in holding Seo-a''s hand.

    Even when we were furry, if ghosts came in after guests came in or if it wasn''t possible, we should have picked up the members of the Baekbeom faction.

    But what the hell is going on here?

    ''I just walked into the restaurant casually. I''m not here with another ghost, I''m all alone.''

    Something that could not happen happened without any warning.

    The person involved in the shock, knowing nothing, was as innocent as ever.

    "Chef Haru. Can I go after I eat? I haven''t eaten anything since I had breakfast here. I''m starving."

    "Of course it''s a meal. The menu is the same as in the morning earlier...…. I''ll make you something else."

    "No, no, no. I''m really okay. And I''ve been thinking about your radish soup and cucumbers and radish soup! That''s all I need.”

    I didn''t know what it was about, but anyway, I''m a customer at the restaurant.

    It was ridiculous to send them out, so they sat down at the counter and started preparing food.

    "By the way, aren''t you tired, Yumi? You''ve been working since dawn. But after almost a day, he hasn''t eaten."

    "I''m totally fine. It''s because I want to learn quickly even if it''s a little too much. As Chef Haru knows, I''m not just working, but I also go to private academies to learn how to cook. We have one body, but we have to do both."

    "Still, take care of yourself. It would be a disaster if you could get too tired."

    "Hehe, thank you for your concern. But it''s really okay!"

    Yumi says that you have to suffer when you''re young, so don''t worry about it''s Yumi.

    Soon after, the rice came out.

    The same menu as breakfast.

    Some side dishes including rice, beef radish soup, and cucumber and jangjorim.

    It was the same food I had earlier, but Yumi really liked it as if she had never seen it before.

    After tasting the steaming radish soup, he exclaimed like an uncle, saying, "I feel like my stomach is getting warm."

    "Chef Haru knows that, right? Radish soup tastes better when you boil it. I think the soup tastes much deeper than in the morning! And the well-cooked Oisobaki, too!”

    "I''m glad you enjoy everything. Oh, and by the way. Do you feel cool? What kind of exclamation? Do it and pay. "Kkkkk."

    "I''ve been feeling stuffy lately, but I feel like I''m opening up after eating this! Delivery of food ingredients was harder than I thought. It''s hard, how stressful it is to treat the bosses."Haru and Yumi having a comfortable conversation with a big smile.

    Choi Han-seok was moving quickly inside the restaurant so that Haru would not be burdened.

    Other ghosts, who were embarrassed by the unexpected appearance of a living person, also relaxed quickly at Yumi''s clean pace, and soon after, the comfortable air began to fill the restaurant.

    Until an uninvited guest, who had been listening to her conversation for a day, stepped in with a voice.

    Oh, come on, you''re talking nonsense. A woman supplies food? Do you work with your powers? That''s what men do that.

    "……What?"

    Park Gun-il, who had been drinking alone, murmured to himself.

    I suddenly wondered what was going on, but I could tell as soon as I saw his face.

    A tongue that''s so twisted that it is hard to understand. My face turned red.

    While Haru and Choi Han-seok were not paying attention, they kept drinking and ended up drunk.

    No one was more reasonable than a drunken alcoholic.

    "You seem very drunk, sir, so let''s call it a day.”

    It was a day when I was angry, but I said it as calmly as I could.

    Park Gun-il came out of the restaurant when he tried to give other ghosts a hint to let them out of the restaurant somehow.

    What do you mean drunk? I''m not drunk at all! And. Did I say something wrong? Lady there. You said you wanted to open a restaurant. By the way, as a matter of fact. This big thing is what men do. Just like I was in business!

    "Do you know me?"

    Adults like me know when they see each other! And where does this talk back to an adult? If she was just my daughter, she''d be just, huh?

    "He''s a lot more intense than you think. But who are you to say that to me?”

    What do you know? You''re still wet! A woman would cook at home, but a restaurant runs a restaurant. It''s just!

    Park Gun-il, who raises his right hand roughly as if he is going to throw a punch.

    It was a meaningless threat to be drunk, but not to the people watching.

    ''That''s not right. I crossed the line, but I crossed it''s way over the line.’

    It was a day that I tried to be as flexible as I could, but it was too much.

    A day when the anger exploded, he strode out of the kitchen.

    When I was about to say something to Park Gun-il.

    "It''s just. You''re gonna hit me?”

    Yumi, who seemed more angry than Haru, stood right in front of Park Gun-il''s eyes.

    Shaking hands.

    "Yumi?"

    Yumi''s behavior, which was different from what I thought, opened my eyes for a day.

    Yumi, who was so nice and gentle.

    She was genuinely angry.

    Holding his fists tightly, he stared at Park Gun-il with bloody eyes.

    Park Gun-il paused momentarily, perhaps because he was more intimidated than expected.

    What''s that habit of talking to an adult? It''s just how I got home training.Does your father know you do that?

    "I''m sorry. I''ve lived without my father since I was born. Life has been tough, and my personality is a bit fiery. Yes?"

    Step forward! Step forward!

    As Yumi stares at Park Gun-il to death, he unwittingly stepped back.She is completely losing ground to Yumi, who was so dismissive.

    In addition, Yumi''s food and materials distribution industry itself could not be done without much power.

    That''s why I had real muscles that I would never kneel down anywhere.

    It was completely different from Park Gun-il, who was swollen with alcohol and oil.

    Park Gun-il, who was backing down with a look that he was caught wrong, was soon pushed to the door of the restaurant.

    Yumi said, throwing Park Gun-il out of the restaurant while opening the front door with one hand.

    No, I mean. Right now. That''s.

    "Mister, where are you going to say that again? Like me, there are so many people who live so desperately. They''re not light enough to be ignored by strangers. The young people in Korea now."

    He said that with the cold eyes of the world and turned around.

    As if nothing had happened, he strode into the restaurant and sat down where he was eating earlier.

    In the meantime, I rolled up all the leftover rice in the lukewarm beef radish soup and ate it with the remaining side dishes.

    Yumi, who quickly emptied the food prepared by the day without leaving a single grain of rice, stood in front of the checkout counter.

    He bowed to Haru after taking just the amount of cash out of his rugged wallet.

    "I''m sorry, Chef Haru. Because the restaurant made a fuss. I usually put up with all of this. For some reason, I couldn''t stand him."

    "No, it''s going to be hard for you, go in and rest. I''ll clean up the mess."

    "I''m so sorry. I''much.

    Yumi, who had said sorry several times, went out of the restaurant with difficulty.

    Choi Han-seok burst into laughter as he watched her disappear with steps that looked precarious somewhere.

    It didn''t look like that. It''s nice that you have a strong personality.

    Heavy air flowed through the quiet restaurant.

    Tick, tick, tick!

    Before long, the hands of the clock pointed to three o''clock sharp.

    Time for the door to close.

    The ghosts in the restaurant quickly returned to their original translucent appearance.

    "Sigh... .. I didn''t want to do it like this."

    One day, confirming that the door was closed, trudged out of the restaurant.

    Park Gun-il, who was still sober, was still sitting absentmindedly beyond the restaurant doors.

    After holding his hand and waking up, Haru spoke with a cold stare and voice that he also had few.

    Calmly.

    "Park Gun-il, I didn''t want to say this either. I really can''t do this anymore."

    -What...

    "Park Gun-il is no longer allowed to enter the heaven on our table. I won''t accept Mr. Park Gun-il for a while at least. Don''t come to our restaurant from now on."

    - Yeah, you should''ve done enough. To some extent we could have helped. I don''t have any more hands to reach out to someone who kicks their outstretched hands. There are more than one person who needs it.

    Haru and Choi Han-seok, who declare that they can''t.

    I didn''t want to say it anyway, but now I can''t help it for the sake of other ghosts.

    No, it was for someone else before that.

    Yumi.

    Like I said, it was for her who lived harder than anyone else.

    "……Mr. Park Gun-il?"

    But Park Gun-il''s condition was strange.

    As usual, you''d have to jump up and say, "Who are you to order me!" and get angry.From the moment Yumi was pushed out of the restaurant, he remained dazed.

    It was the same now.

    As if he could not hear Haru and Choi Han-seok, he was just staring into the air and staring at something.

    In addition

    - What is this...No. No way.….

    What? What''s wrong with you?

    Two trembling eyes and hands.

    Haru and Choi Han-seok were able to notice shortly after.

    There was only one time when the ghost reacted like this.

    "Mr. Park Gun-il, did you think of Han?”

    Han? Not Han. I mean...….

    Falling down.

    Tears suddenly flowed from Park Gun-il''s eyes.

    Falling down his red cheeks, he muttered, unaware of it at all.

    It''s not HAN. I just remembered a memory when I was watching him go out. Well, the girl who came earlier. No. It''s about Yumi.

    Don''t talk gibberish. Calm down first and speak slowly. What kind of memory do you have?

    -When I''m alive, in my living room. My family was sitting around and eating dinner. Me and my wife. And you. My daughter.

    Park Gun-il soon pointed his finger at where Yumi disappeared.

    The day I noticed something caught my breath.

    Yumi. That girl. He was sitting in front of me. She was my daughter.