Cooking Genius With God

"Haru, you're out very early, aren't you?”

It's 6am.

The general manager of Koo Jeon-hwa, who was the first to go to work, waved his hand when he found a day hanging around in front of the store's door.

I was out of the restaurant early because I could be suspected if I stayed in it until morning.

It was also because I wanted to enjoy the cold dawn air because I had a complicated head.

"Oh, manager. I woke up a little early today."

"Really? I think you've been working too hard lately. You should sleep, okay?

"Yes, you should. Thank you."

General manager Kim Ho-sung.

Unlike other senior chefs who treat the day harshly, he was almost the only one in the oral fairy tale to take care of the day.

He may have said that he rarely participated in cooking and was solely responsible for the sales and management of the restaurant, but he was a precious person to Haru anyway.

Squeak!

The door of the restaurant opened, and Kim Ho-sung strode in.

After looking into the kitchen with hawk eyes, he turned around and shouted, looking at the day.

"One day! You…… again, were you here until dawn yesterday?”

"Yes, that's right."

A very nervous day, but.

"You've cleaned it up, haven't you? Man, the kitchen is glowing. Especially the burner looks brand new. "You're the youngest, and you're in trouble."

"Ahaha... .. I'm glad the manager knows."

The answer was a warm compliment, not a question of why the kitchen was smashed.

The whole story was like this.

At dawn a few hours ago, when the fireball exploded due to the explosion and Chef Choi Han-seok's ghost, which suddenly appeared, could not shut up.

Suddenly, the light flashed from the kitchen, and the fire tools and the debris that had been broken and burned were neatly returned to their original state.

A piece of paper fell from the air as Haru was bewildered by something unbelievable.

'It was the mistake of the underworld, and I'll make it up to you. It was written like that in red letters. Ugh, I don't know what it is, but if it wasn't for this, I'd be in jail by now.’

I didn't know the exact case, but the underworld side helped me a day anyway.

The underworld kids are unique. He's so thorough when he's taking a dead man, but he's so good at this. I don't know their period.

Choi Han-seok, who was floating next to the day in a translucent state, murmured.

What a ghost. No doubt about it.

Cheer up!

As I was preparing to open the store with Kim Ho-sung, the door of the store opened again.

Haru's senior chefs began to pour in one after another.

The 190-centimeter-tall man at the vanguard stood out.

Park Joo-hyuk, the head chef of the oral fairy tale and Choi Han-seok's student, narrowed his forehead as he looked at the day.

"Did you finish practicing what you gave me yesterday?”

"Yes, as much as I can...….”

"Don't use the word 'maximum'. Who's going to listen to me if I tell the guests that I've made the wrong dishes and I've worked as hard as I can?"

"No!"

It was a fact that only people knew that the chefs' industry was quite dirty and cheap.

The youngest chefs who just entered the restaurant on an apprenticeship.

They have to get paid less than the minimum wage, do all kinds of chores such as washing dishes and cleaning, and at the same time listen to their seniors' insults.

Tsk tsk. After I died, Joohyuk's personality changed a lot. He wasn't supposed to be that sharp. I don't know if he's doing that to fill in my vacancy.Chef Choi Han-seok looked at Park Joo-hyuk and kicked his tongue short.

Without knowing that the teacher who taught him to cook was right in front of him, Park Ju-hyuk sighed quietly as he looked at the day.

If it were normal, I wouldn't be able to say anything with my head down here one day.

The world of chefs has a strong relationship.

It is not acceptable in common sense that an apprentice chef talks back to a head chef like heaven.

But today's day was a little different.

'Yes, I'm going to die in a few hours anyway, so I'll have to run at it.’

Besides, you're the most reliable ally next to me today.

With his head upright, he stared into Park Joo-hyuk's eyes and opened his mouth.

"Senior, I'm really confident today. The rolled omelet you told me, I can do it right."

"Are you serious? Are you confident?"

Perhaps he was a little surprised by the unexpected reaction of the day?

Park Joo-hyuk's eyebrows drew an arc.

He paused for a moment and smiled softly as he looked at the day.

I couldn't figure out what it meant, but I had a strong feeling that it wasn't just good.

But one day I spoke up.

"Yes, I mean it."

"Do you remember what I added?"

"If you fail again this time, you're telling me to leave the oral fairy tale on my own. I remember that, too."

To the point where I get the illusion that the air in the restaurant flows around the day.

Other senior chefs, who would normally laugh funny, also kept their mouths shut this time.

"Hey, is it a day?’

A sudden rebellion of a day I've never faced.

I couldn't help but look forward to it at the same time as I was surprised.

"How much did you practice? How confident is he?’

Why don't you say that if you die and come back to life, you'll change people?

That's just the way it is today.

The cool touch of the watch on the right wrist could not have been more clear.

"All right, follow me right away. You'd better be prepared."

"Yes, sir."

Park Joo-hyuk and Haru walked into an empty kitchen.

* * *

Turning back time for a while, the dawn a few hours ago.

Choi Han-seok asked Haru, who was barely aware of the situation.

So what do you want to do? For the remaining 24 hours. Well, there's a lot of stuff, right? I'll see my parents or something.

"I'm…."

What should I do when I hear I'm going to die in 24 hours?

You can run to your loved ones and say what you couldn't say, confess to your crush, or plant an apple tree like someone said.

But it all didn't apply to a day.

"My parents died when I was young, and I couldn't even dream of dating because I was cooking until I woke up in the morning and went to bed. I had to earn my living somehow."

Oh, I shouldn't have asked that question.

"No, I don't feel anything anymore. Actually, I don't know if that's why, but I don't know. I don't know what to do."

I lost my parents around the age of five, and until now when I was in my mid-20s.

The daily routine of the day was frighteningly consistent.

To wake up in the morning, cook, return to the soggy single room and sleep.

It was just that the place to cook was changed to a fast food restaurant, a budaejjigae restaurant, and a oral fairy tale.

You must have had a hard time, too. Well, if I may ask you, why was it cooking? If you needed money, there were many easier ways.A question that may be a little onerous.

But one day I answered without hesitation.

"It was because of Chef Choi Han-seok."

What? Me? What did I do?

Choi Han-seok asked in surprise.

"When I was very young, I left home and went into the orphanage for the first time, and I was so sad that I couldn't eat, and I was crying all day.”

Hold on. I can't think of anything.

"At that time, the chef came to our orphanage. I think we had some kind of charity event for Christmas. Anyways, our orphanage cooked for us. Samgyetang."

Ah, right! There was an event like that. It was an event where I received donations while doing that.

"Of course I wasn't going to eat. She was stubborn no matter what the nuns said. By the way, really...…. I couldn't beat the smell. The savory smell of samgyetang!"

Choi Han-seok has now fully remembered.

When he was still alive.

I went to an orphanage for a charity event and was making samgyetang wildly, and a skinny boy came into the kitchen like he was possessed.

I took out a chicken and gave it to him, and he ate it so deliciously. Yeah, I remember. That was you, wasn't it?

"Yes, that's when I decided. I want to be a chef and make delicious food like this."

Dry mouth, empty stomach.

I still remember the moment when Choi Han-seok hurriedly put in chicken legs and samgyetang soup that he carefully applied.

It was the most delicious meal of my day.

The samgyetang was made deliciously. That's amazing, by the way. I can't believe human relationships continue like this.

Inside the restaurant at dawn when the lights are off. Haru and Choi Han-seok giggled.

It has been about five minutes since each other was silent.

In the midst of silence, Choi Han-seok, who had been a playful voice so far, has seriously changed.

Okay, I think I know. What you should do for the rest of your time.

"What? What's that...….”

We're going to make egg rolls. That's what he gave you, right?

"That's right. Head chef Park Joohyuk.”

-I heard that if a teacher dies, a disciple will take over. When Joohyuk said he wanted to come under me, the homework I gave him was rolled omelet. Haru, you know that, right? It's the basics of Korean food, but it's more difficult than anything else to do properly.

"Right…… I've been practicing so hard, but I can't make it."

I mean, let's do it with me! You don't have anything to do anyway. Haru, if you do something wrong, you'll end up like me.

"Order?"

I've heard it a lot somewhere.

But I couldn't think of the exact meaning.

You've got some lingering attachment before you die. Then that's the end of my rope. If you die, you have to go to the underworld or go to heaven, but ghosts with resentment can't do that. That's why you're hovering around where there's resentment. Like me!

Choi Han-seok said he was unable to go out of the oral fairy tale restaurant.

You can't go up to heaven until you get over the pain of being in this restaurant?

"Well, shouldn't you just let it go?"

- I'd love to. By the way, there is a problem. Because I don't know what my grudge is.

"Don't you know what Hahn is? You said it was the biggest regret you had when you died."

Yeah, I knew what it was until I died. But after I died, I forgot.

"What the hell is that…….”Choi Han-seok said.

When you die and become a ghost, you slowly forget your memories of being alive.

In particular, the memory related to his or her resentment is almost deleted.

Anyway, you can end up like me. I heard you've been cooking all your life, targeting me. If you die at this rate, you'll just be a ghost.

"I can't believe I can't go up to heaven because of one egg.”

So, let's do it with me. We still have some time before sunrise, don't we?

Choi Han-seok jumped up and strode to the kitchen.

In case someone was a ghost, he passed through all the walls and fixtures, and soon stood in front of the painting tool that became clean.

Do it again. I'll take a good look at it.

Choi Han-seok smiles at the end of the day.

I tried to walk out carefully, but I straightened my back.

He grabbed two eggs and glared at the stainless steel mixing bowl.

First, break the egg and mix it.

"Yes, chef!"

The eyes of the day burned.