Cooking Genius With God

It is said that a person has one more hidden sense besides five basic senses.

Instinct, sixth sense, amazing. There's a variety of words to call, but everyone knows.

It's hard to say, but I feel like I'm certain about what's going to happen in the future.

Park Shin-hye was feeling it now.

That's for sure, too.

With a feeling of tightness in my chest, I was convinced that something was going wrong.

"I need to go see Hayoon.”

"Huh? Shinhye. You're going first?"

"I'm sorry. I got a call from Hayun's teacher earlier, and she said she went home first today."

"You went home early? That's unique. Well, that's a possibility. Hayoon is so nice that she goes to school and home well. Maybe there was a TV program you wanted to watch."

"Right, when you get home, you'll probably be sleeping on the living room floor. I was so nervous thinking something happened to my son when he was young. Oh, you look fine now. I'm so healthy these days."

My fellow nurses, who were getting ready to leave work after work, waved their hands, saying it would be okay.

The hospital she works at was a large university hospital.

There were also quite a few nurses working in the emergency room, but Park Shin-hye was quite young as a mother.

Normally, she would accept advice from her seniors' mothers and say, "I guess so." But now something was off.

Her sixth sense, maternal love, was warning. Hurry up and go home.

Only when Ha-yoon wakes up and rubs her eyes and hears her voice, "Mom, you're here?" will this anxiety be resolved.

'Yes, I'm sure you'll be fine.’

I've repeated that to myself.

I regretted scolding you earlier in the morning. It's on my mind.

Secret Juroring.

It was my daughter's favorite cartoon.

Whenever I went to the mart, the way I looked at the character's toy like that passed through my head.

He nailed it, saying it was impossible to afford 70,000 won, but now he wanted to buy it for him.

Saying sorry to my daughter and apologizing.

'Cause I have to go before the mart closes to buy you toys, yeah. Let's go quickly.'

I was about to change my clothes thinking of Hayoon who would like to be told to buy me a toy.

"Emergency call!"

"He's a fire patient. Nothing is clear, but first a little girl. It's over 3 degrees. Hurry up and get ready!"

"The ambulance is coming in now!"

A loud shout from outside the emergency room. The air in the emergency room, which was calm as if it were just before the typhoon hit, quickly became chaotic.

Doctors in white gowns rushed out to where the ambulance came, and nurses quickly emptied a bed, preparing medicines and tools according to their instructions.

The murmur of senior nurses watching the ambulance come in was strangely loud.

"What's going on?"

"It's a burn. He's a child, but he's burned all over his body, so he can't even recognize his age or face. They say you look like a lower grade elementary school student."

"I'm, uh, uh, lower grades? Oh, my God. A little boy...And what about the others? I'll be with my parents at this time.”

"The baby was alone at the scene of the fire.Look, I don't know who my parents are, but I'm not crazy. There's a fire because I'm leaving my child alone at home at this late hour. Whew."

Nurse who flick their tongues.The bed, which laid down the child in front of Park Shin-hye, who rushed to throw her clothes that she was about to change after being called urgently, was pushed in like a wave at dawn.

I looked sideways at the child, but I couldn't see him surrounded by people.

However, I could tell just by looking at the atmosphere. How serious the condition of the child is.

This was the first time that the voices of doctors and nurses, who had always been calm, trembled in the years Park Shin-hye worked.

-Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Every time the child breathed, a painful groan leaked out.

It was a voice that cracked like a desert because the smoke burned to the vocal cords.

"Uh...…."

The doctor, who ran right after receiving the call, saw the child's condition and immediately hardened.

A few seconds later, he managed to hold on to his mental breakdown and immediately began treatment with the nurses.

"With me!"

"No, Shinhye, you go first. You said you had to go to your daughter."

"Yes, we'll finish this up. Huh?"

Senior nurses stopped Park Shin-hye when she tried to help.

There won't be a lot of manpower anyway, it's okay, so go ahead.

If it was Park Shin-hye, she would have jumped into the patients' midst of patients without any hesitation.

But today the story was a little different.

"I'm sorry, seniors. I'll do as much as that later."

"Shinhye, you always do more. Anyway, don't worry about it, okay?

I couldn't help it because seniors who had more experience than myself and had more skills said this.

Park Shin-hye eventually left the emergency room without changing her clothes properly.

As I tried to pass through the shield door, I saw an ambulance that seemed to have come from a distance.

About a few police officers and firefighters were gathered, and something was in the hands of one firefighter.

"Huh?"

Park Shin-hye paused for a moment.

Then he rubbed his eyes for a moment.

"Oh."

But nothing has changed.

No, it looked rather clearer.

A small bag in the hands of a firefighter handling the case.

One of the two bag straps burned completely in the fire, and the upper zipper was scratched as well.

It was a picture of two princess characters and a mascot fairy character on TV.

Park Shin-hye knew that cartoon well. No, I had no choice but to know.

"Secret Juroring."

Hayoon's favorite cartoon.

It's definitely a bag for my daughter who has been carrying it for years, saying she can't get enough of it.

But. Why.

Is this in here?

"No way."

Tubbuck, tubbuck.

Park Shin-hye slowly walked to the firefighters.

Firefighters who were talking to the police found Park Shin-hye and asked.

"You're a nurse. What's the matter?"

"The bag."

"Oh, this is from the apartment. When the accident happened, the child was carrying it."

"Come on... Give it to me."

"Uh, uh, you can't touch it however you want."

Crunch.

How burnt it was, there was a rustling sound in the bag.

Park Shin-hye began to look inside her bag with trembling hands.

If your memory is correct. If, indeed, this bag is that.

Park Shin-hye's name will remain on the inner lining.

Of course it won't happen. It's ridiculous that that's happening to Hayun.

Something that could only happen in a dream, no. It shouldn't have happened in my dreams.by the way

[Saetbyeol Elementary School 2nd Grade Class 7 - Gil Ha Yoon]

"Oh...."

The inside of the bag was almost intact compared to the burnt outside.

Therefore, the three letters written with a marker were clearly visible.

Even the number 2, which was incorrectly rewritten after being promoted to the second grade after being a freshman, was the same.

Gil Ha Yoon. Park Shin Hye's reason for life. Three letters.

"Nurse?"

"What's wrong? Nurse!"

Park Shin-hye, who had lost strength in her legs, slumped on the floor of a cool hospital.

Surprised firefighters rushed in and tried to support her, but she stood up alone, saying it was okay.

"Are you all right?"

"It's okay. It's just, it's okay."

Then again, he began to move out of his mind.

Not outside the hospital, but inside the hospital. Right in the middle of the emergency room, where the emergency patient just came in.

Beep beep beep beep beep!

Shortly after, the electrocardiogram, which was checking the child's condition, screamed.

The small heart beat, which somehow endured in the midst of the fire, was about to go out.

Hurry up and do something. Come and save him right now. The ECG seemed to be shouting like that.

The faces of the doctors who were doing first aid turned pale. Cardiopulmonary resuscitation soon began.

Doctors on the bed completely pressed their hearts with all their strength in sweat.

As a result, the surrounding people opened up, and only then could Park Shin-hye see the patient.

"Hayoon..."

But her voice was buried by the squeaking of the electrocardiogram and the rush of doctors shouting something.

Fortunately, none of the misfortunes heard her.

Except for one person.

* * *

[According to the nurses in the emergency room at the time, as soon as nurse Park Shin-hye arrived, Ha-yoon's heart, which had stopped for a while, began to beat again]

[Hayun, who was revived, said this, barely moving her lips that couldn't move.

Mom, I'm sorry.

[Only five words] But after that, Hayoon's heart stopped again. Once again, measures, including CPR, were implemented, but the heart, which had barely managed to squeeze out its voice, did not beat again.]

[Nurse Park Shin-hye fainted and woke up three days later] And less than two hours after waking up, he fainted again.]

[The cause of the accident announced at the end of Hayoon's funeral was a gas stove fire. The place where the fire started seems to be an instant seaweed bag next to a ramen pot. Given that there was instant rice and a side dish container with stir-fried anchovies next to it, Hayun seems to have been cooking for her mother.

[Park Shin-hye is only a few days after Hayoon's funeral]….]

My chin!

About half of the materials sent by Choi Young-il were news articles that had already been released, but among them were journalists' notes.

These days, most note journalists take notes on their cell phones and laptops.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he was able to get a newsletter while looking for data.

One day, thanks to him, Park Shin-hye and Ha-yoon were able to learn more about what happened between mother and daughter.

At the same time, I felt keenly.

Why did Hayoon care so much about her mother's resentment?

And how many wounds I've been hiding so far that I wouldn't dare imagine.

"The last thing you said was 'Mom, I'm sorry'…….”

How did Shinhye feel when she heard that from her daughter? I don't dare imagine.Choi Han-seok, who turned most of his work into a joke, was not as funny as he was today.

Of course, the same goes for Yumi. The unprecedented air sank heavily in the dining paradise, which closed its evening operations.

"Gimbap with ramen and stir-fried anchovies."

Haru, Choi Han-seok, and Yumi knew.

What they have to do now. How to make two mothers and daughters holy.

But I wasn't sure.

"Can I... break my promise?"

Obviously, I made an appointment with Hayoon.

I'll never tell my mother. You said you'd do whatever you want, so that my mom wouldn't have a hard.

So I couldn't help thinking about it for a day.

Because I knew the truth.

I knew how much Park Shinhye would have to suffer if I broke my promise with Hayoon.

"I had to watch my daughter come to the hospital. I can't imagine. How does it feel?"

"I guess that's what Park Shin-hye does. Hayoon became like that because of me. I might have saved it if I'd tried a little more. No, if I hadn't scolded you in the morning."

Yumi and Haru's voice trembled violently.

It was not easy to make a decision, even though they were two people who had been through so much so far.

But in a little while, the door opens.

It's time for ghosts to come, and Ha-yoon and Park Shin-hye's mother and daughter will also visit the restaurant.

A situation in which a decision must be made. Choi Han-seok, who continued to remain silent, moved in the air.

-Let's not break the promise we made with Hayoon. It's Haru.

"Then do you want to hide Park Shin-hye's resentment?”

No way. You have to say it. There's something to hide and something not to hide.

"That doesn't make any senseless! Hayoon said she didn't want her mom to suffer. Park Shin-hye said, "If I say my grudge here...…!”

Yumi shouted in anger at Choi Han-seok's words, which seemed to catch a floating cloud.

However, Choi's expression remained unchanged.

I heard our princess did. I don't want my mother to suffer.

"Yes, but if you say this!"

That's why I have to tell you more. Yumi. Park Shinhye died as Hayoon's mother. She became a ghost because she was a mother and lost all her memories because of her deep resentment.

"That's true, but...….”

To wander forever with your daughter, losing everything you value, and to know what you need to know. What do you think is more painful for your mother?

A low and calm tone. However, there was a big bone in Choi Han-seok's words.

Yumi couldn't say anything more. Looking at the day, he struck a wedge.

Don't worry. Ghosts know ghosts' minds the best.

Chirirring-!

At the same time as Choi Han-seok said so, the door to Bapsang Heaven opened.

The door opened and guests began to enter.

Ha-yoon and Park Shin-hye were among the guests waiting for the door to open in front of the restaurant.

Ha-yoon holds her mother's hand tightly and looks at her with a look of faith in Haru's promise.

Choi Han-seok, who found a human figure, approached the side of the day and whispered in his ears.

You have to cook because you're a chef.

At that moment, Park Shin-hye's eyes flashed in front of her daughter's hand.

At the same time, I realized.

"Of course."

A few customers asked.

Today was because nothing was written on the menu of the table heaven.

CEO Haru! What's on the menu today? There's nothing written on it. I'm curious.That's right, right. Is it a special menu or something?

"Today is snack food. Gimbap and ramen, please."

Gimbap? That's nice! What kind of gimbap is it?

Haru replied, looking at Ha-yoon.

"It's the most delicious gimbap in the world."

The most delicious, most precious, not worth billions of gold.

Small, but therefore the biggest and most expensive dish.

"It's going to be delicious. Unconditionally."

The official menu of heaven has been decided today.