Cooking Genius With God

As Haru looked at her daughter with a serious expression, Yumi's voice was heard.

"Chef Haru, what are you doing?"

"Oh, my God. Mr. Yumi."

Haru tried to calm down his sagging chest when he saw Yumi with her head in.

She put her index finger to her mouth and shhhh, and Yumi, who roughly noticed, closed her mouth.

My daughter, who had not noticed Haru and Yumi had come yet, kept patting the dog and opening her mouth.

That age was an incredibly mature voice that has never been heard of a day so far.

Excuse me, puppy. Everyone and I call you a puppy. I don't know your name. But so am I. Haru's uncle and Yumi's sister. All the ghost guys are just a dude, princess. That's how they call it.

To be honest with you, I really hate it. I have a name, too. No one knows. But you're holding it in. If I say my name, my mom might know my mom' Then, obviously, my mother will be sad.

-Clinging.

"I think she knows her name."

The eyes of the day became thinner and thinner.

This is because I couldn't even imagine how the situation was going.

Just as I was about to listen to the child.

Since everyone is eating anyway, should I tell you? Actually, my name is Gilha...….

Woof woof!

Did he smell the chicken that Haru was holding?

The lump of hair in the child's arms turned its head and came to the end of the day.

He scratched his leg as if he wanted it quickly, and soon his daughter also looked back with a startled look.

"Yumi, I'm asking you to hurry up. He's waiting like this."

"Well, I know. I'm sorry. It's a little warm inside."

"Oh, yeah, yeah. You're eating so well. What's wrong with my princess? Did you get something on your face?”

Yeah, it's nothing. Uncle Haru.

Haru and Yumi, who pulled off a near miracle response.

Fortunately, her daughter didn't even think that Haru and Yumi overheard her talking to herself.

He turned his head, breathed a sigh of relief, and squatted in front of a bunch of fur eating chicken.

He said as if nothing had happened during the day.

"By the way, I'm worried. People can tell you what resentment is, how should animals make a holy fire?”

"Well, Mr. Haru, why don't you find the owner or something? Or if there's a master who lost this guy.”

Come on, can't you just play with me?

"Huh? What do you mean?"

He's been asking me to play with him. I'm full now, so I think you can keep playing.

After finishing the meal, the lump of fur began to clump up again, asking her daughter to play with him.

When I went back and forth with my hands and played for a while, the guy who was breathing on his stomach soon took a step back as if he was satisfied.

Then, he came to the front of the day and put out his front feet.

"Huh? Give me your hand?"

-Blank!

As the day approached, he stamped his foot on Haru's wristwatch.Then he bowed his head as if to say hello and licked his daughter's face once.

Run! Run! Run!

A bunch of white fur ran out of the restaurant soon.

His figure grew brighter and brighter, and he soon became a light like everyone else and disappeared.

Even though the grim reaper didn't open the door. Even though I just fed him and played with him.

The holy fire was satisfactorily made.

Flop, flop, flop, flop.

The hands of the clock, where he stamped his feet, turned fiercely.

Two laps.

It wasn't much time, but it was expensive for a bowl of samgyetang.

Uncle Haru. Did the dog leave?

"Yes, the dog has gone to a good place. She said thank you so much for hanging out with me.

Really? Did the dog do that?

"Of course! My sister saw it, too. Thanks to the princess. Thank you."

Hehe, what? I didn't do anything.

As expected, there were no children who hated compliments.

While I was looking closely at the guy who was smiling awkwardly and scratching his head, what I overheard earlier did not leave my head.

The last name was Gil, and the middle name was Ha.

I didn't hear the last letter, but at this point it's clear that my daughter knows her name.

Haru asked Yumi.

"Is there any girl's name that you think it's all about? If it's good or bad luck.

"There are just a few common girls' names. Ha Il, Ha Yul, there's something like this. Hayoon is the most common.”

"Hayun?"

"Yes, the woman I met in my life named Hayoon would make a soccer team. It's a very common name for guys like Dongmin and Mingyu.”

"Hmm. It's Gil Hayoon. Gil Ha-yoon, Gil Ha-yoon...….”

Open your eyes!

"Huh?"

It was shortly after Haru mumbled the name that Yumi said.

The talisman in hand flashed suddenly and someone appeared in front of me.

The princess who was sitting in front of me just now looking at the place where the lump of hair had disappeared.

No, it was Hayoon.

Huh? What is it' I'm sure I was sitting over there a while ago.

Hayoon is surprised and puzzled by the sudden move.

The day I organized my thoughts gave Yumi a sense.

She soon carefully closed the door to the table heaven.

Then Haru asked.

"By the way, my princess, my uncle heard something earlier.”

What is it, Uncle Haru?

"You, by any chance, remember? Don't you know the name?”

Stop.

The expression of the guy who was smiling like a child quickly hardened.

Mo, I don't know. I told you I forgot my name. I don't remember.

"Isn't this your name, Gil Ha Yoon your name?"

I mean.

The gibberish guy suddenly shut up.

He must have been shocked, but he didn't even cry.

As expected, he was an adult in a strange way.

Did you hear what I said?

Haru and Yumi nodded instead of answering.

Hayun's eyes shook wildly.

"Hayun, you've seen it a lot. The ghosts that my uncle helped me relieve their resentment and become holy.”

"Haru's uncle will be able to help Hayoon. With Hayoon's mother. So, can you tell me? Hayun, what's the regret you remembered?"

"I closed the door, so there's no need to worry about ghosts inside. If you don't want to talk, you don't have to."

Helping...…. Okay, but promise me you won't tell my mom. Never. Never. Never. Never."You want me to help you without telling your mother?”

If you don't promise, I won't tell you.

"Okay, I got it. I promise I'll never tell my mom what happened here today."

Ha-yoon carefully held out her little finger.

The little fingers of the day are woven into the tiny fingers like the young shoots of a bracken.

You have to stamp the copy, you know?

"Yes, I copied it and stamped it. So that's enough, right?”

Forget it. Uncle Haru. Do I have to keep my promise?

Haru and Yumi sat in front of Hayoon and matched eye level with him.

The expression of the guy who thought of something for a while frowned a little painfully.

One adult sigh and then began to talk.

My name is Hayoon. Gil Ha Yoon. My mom's name is Park Shin Hye. My dad said... that I wasn't born.

Hayun grew up with her mother from birth.

When Park Shin-hye was pregnant with Gil Ha-yoon, her father abandoned the two.

A one-sided divorce.

However, Park Shin-hye lost her divorce suit, and thus received no child support.

Of course, Ha-yoon, who is only in her second year of elementary school, did not know difficult words such as divorce or litigation.

However, listening to his story, I couldn't help but paint the situation.

Mom worked really hard. You always wake up early, take me to school, and come home late at night.

"You said your mother worked as a nurse, didn't you?"

There was a big hospital next to my house. My mother was a nurse there. I heard you're an emergency room nurse who treats people who are really sick people who are sick. She said it was the hardest nurse.

"Emergency room... .. you must have worked in a difficult place."

I'm always late, so I sleep at home waiting for my mom. When I opened my eyes, my mom was there.

Hayoon recalled her mother like that.

My mom always smelled of disinfectant after work.

I didn't like it at first, but I got better after continuing to smell it.

One day my mom got really mad in the morning.

"Are you angry? Why?"

They made me gimbap for breakfast but I didn't eat it. It's rice and stir-fried anchovies on top of seaweed. I didn't eat anchovies because I didn't like them. My mom got angry because she came all the way to the elevator and didn't eat.

Ha-yoon said she still remembers what her mother said then.

[Hayun, do you really have to worry about your mom this much?] You said that. Mom says she's having a hard time. But you too...…!]

It's just the two of us. So both of you need to be strong. I told you that's how you can live in this world!]

[Why is mom working so hard?] Hayoon doesn't want to feed you ramen, and she wants you to go to an academy like other kids.]

Don't eat it. I'm not going to eat breakfast anymore, and I'm not going to cook for you!]

Strong words for scolding an elementary school child.

But considering the situation the two were in, I understood fully.

Nurses don't make a ton of money, if not a low salary job.

You can live a stable life, but it's too much to raise a child alone.

Even if the child is an elementary school student who costs the most.

I couldn't even imagine how much pressure Park Shin-hye must have put on.

That's why I get scolded by my mom. I went to school crying. And after school, I came home and did my homework. I was waiting for my mom...….Smoothly.

Ha-yoon's feelings, which had not been broken even when she was caught in her biggest secret, began to collapse.

As if there was a small hole in the dam, a drop of tears leaked out, and later it became uncontrollable.

Ha-yoon cried her eyes out and squeezed out words in a distorted voice.

That's why. I told my mom, whimper. I didn't want to make my mom feel tired. So. So. So.…aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. I'm sorry. It's my fault. Ugh... I won't do that, please...….

"Ha, Hayoon."

The little one cried the most sadly in the world.

But I cried like an adult again.

It broke the heart of the day the most.