Cooking Genius With God

Whoo-ing! Coo-goo! Coo-goo-goo-goo-goo!

A strong wind blew in.

Winds passed through the rebar under construction, making a thump sound that was not pleasant to hear.

Normally, it would have been just cold and had to close the collar, but the wind here was a little different.

No matter how many clothes I wear. No matter how tight you zip and button your clothes.

It seemed to penetrate through the clothes and skin and go through the bones.

Is it because all the concrete buildings that will block the wind have been demolished, or is it really the ideology of the indigenous people who have been deprived of their homes and homes?

I didn't know the exact reason, but it felt strangely cold and gloomy.

"Slowly, it looks like we're getting there."

Haru and the staff of the foundation walked silently through the dark new town.

One was not together. Because I couldn't find where it was.

Instead, Choi Han-seok was given a word, so when he went to the restaurant, he would come to where there was a day.

The address guided by the staff was far back than Newtown.

It's a small town that hasn't been demolished yet.

It was a place where shanty houses that seemed to fall down immediately were gathered around, hidden in the hill behind the clinky building forest.

There was a painting on the stone wall, which looked rather lonely, let alone brighten the atmosphere.

"The city hall says most of the people who lived in the Newtown Redevelopment area have been pushed back here. In a way, it's like the final line of defense for the people."

"Final line of defense...…. I can't believe there is such a place in the middle of Seoul in the 21st century. It feels a little weird."

"It may be for us, but it's really a war for the people here. I can't live without doing this. It's a war that bets on home and life."

Employee's explanation in a calm voice.

But in the not-so-so-in-the-box, the day could not help but solemnize itself.

As I slowly entered the shabby shantytown, I found a place where the houses were closely attached.

It's like a maze. That's why Hana couldn't find her house.’

Even though I accompanied an employee who knew the way well, it was not easy.

So it would have been almost impossible for a single person to find this place.

It's a little far from where my old house used to be.

Staff said, pointing to a small house with a blue roof.

"This is the house where grandmother Kang Ok-soon and grandchild Lee Dae-han live."

"This is……."

In fact, one day was momentarily embarrassed.

I was wondering if I should call this place "House" as well.

There was a wall, there was a door, there was a roof.

But that was all.

The appearance of a minimum of things to be recognized as a home.

The eyes of the day trembled violently.

"Seeing the lights on inside, it looks like he's not sleeping yet. Well, shall we go in?"

"Oh, yes."

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

"Have you!"

I knocked on the iron door and called in a man.

After a while, the long fingerprint slowly opened, and a small boy jumped out of it.

"Daehan!"

He had the same face as the child I saw at the volunteer work a few days ago. I really came to the right house.

Daehan, who trudged out of the old slippers, asked carefully.

"Mister, who are you? Why did you come to my house?"

"Yes, Daehan, right? You came from a place called Choi Han-seok Foundation. I'm here to help Daehan and grandma. I'd know if I told my grandmother."

"You want me to open the door? No! My grandmother told me I shouldn't open the door late at night. Especially for someone who looks suspicious like you!""No, Daehan. It's not that...…. Give a word to your grandmother for a moment. Huh?"

I don't know who he looks like, but he's very smart.

It wasn't like a seven-year-old, but now it's backfired.

When the employee was embarrassed by the unexpected response, Daehan's eyes turned to Haru, who was looking at the two with a stationery hole.

"Oh? Wow! The guy who gave you the ball last time! Right?"

Did he remember the day? Or did he remember the squirt he bought as a favor?

Either way, that's good.

The day I thought so nodded.

"Of course! You're right. You gave Daehan ice cream and cooked delicious food. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember! Did you make the stir-fried meat? It's so delicious!"

Eating is the best for children.

Not surprisingly, soon the sound of iron dragging was heard, and the tightly closed door burst open.

"My grandmother said there's no one bad for someone who's good at cooking. Come on in, I'll get grandma!"

Daehan who says that and jumps back into the room.

The employee who was left alone looked at the day and smiled awkwardly.

"I heard that the pork bulgogi you made when you volunteered was so delicious. It must have been no joke."

"You were lucky, I guess.….”

As we were having a small chat, the closed paper door opened again.

This time, my grandmother, not Daehan, came out.

He gestured to come into the house, and said in a welcoming voice.

"It's cold. Come on in. So, have you eaten dinner?"

* * *

As I saw outside, the two men's houses were really small.

A small kitchen with an old gas stove and a small sink.

And a house with only one room small enough to lie down.

In that small place, an unseemly smell came out.

Tap tap tap tap! Bubble Bubble!

The doenjang stew boiled in the pot.

All I have is onions, peppers, and tofu.

But the base miso wasn't just miso.

Doenjang made by grandmother Kang Ok-soon. He said he brought it from his old house, which is now collapsed, like a new house.

"Wow! Eggs! I love eggs!"

"Since we have precious guests today, let's take out something precious. Don't you think so, Daehan?"

"Yes, Grandma is right!"

Screaming!

Over the soybean paste stew, the fried egg cooked with a pleasant sound.

Hard-boiled hard-boiled eggs.

It was the taste of the elderly, but there was nothing like this to eat with miso soup.

"You don't have to set it up like this…….”

"I know. We're just here to talk to the foundation."

Haru, who sat modestly in the center of the room, and the staff sweated.

I couldn't refuse what my grandmother told me to eat, so I said yes, but to be honest, it was also a bit burdensome.

She said she would help her several times a day, but her grandmother refused to do so, saying it was okay.

"This is what grandma would do. It's a meal for customers. It's a meal for them. Aren't you going to draw?"

"Well, yes. That's."

"Well, let's just enjoy it. Daehan, go open your table."

"Yes, grandma!"

Nicely done!

In an instant, a table for four was set up.

White rice, soybean paste stew, sour kimchi and fried eggs.

It was a simple meal, but in other words, it was more Korean than anything else.

"Thank you for the meal!"

When grandmother Kang Ok-soon held a spoon and chopsticks, Dae-han, who shouted politely, hurriedly began to eat.After putting miso soup on rice, I mashed tofu.

What if you put a piece of sour kimchi on top?

"Ugh! Grandma, it's so good!"

"Draw, draw. Eat slowly and eat again. I'm going to have an upset stomach.

"Yes!"

"You two listen a lot. I don't know if the chef at the big restaurant will like it.”

"No, I'm not. How did you know I like soybean paste stew? Thank you for the food!"

Haru also started eating like Daehan.

Besides, my grandmother's soybean paste stew was really delicious than I thought.

Maybe because it was boiled with doenjang, it tasted great and it literally went well with white rice.

'That's...'

One day when I was eating, I felt my throat choked.

It wasn't just because I just ate.

I could see it properly when I sat at the table.

A small frame placed under a small TV.

This is a frame with a picture of Kang Ok-soon, Dae-han and one of them.

One caught in the frame was smiling happier than ever.

"Well, grandmother Kang Ok-soon. City Hall said that he lives alone with his grandson...…. Is that correct?"

"Yes, I used to have another granddaughter. Hana, I was a high school student. He studied very well, so he ranked 1st and 2nd in his class. By the way, he left a few months ago. It's just the two of us now."

"Then, do you happen to be earning…….”

"There's no such thing as income. It costs 200,000 won per month. Daehan and I picked up the waste paper and sold it. That's all."

A foundation employee, who was eating silently, carefully brought up the story.

It was inevitable because we could provide proper support only when we checked the details.

As one story came out, grandmother Kang Ok-soon's voice began to become more moist.

He slowly squeezed the horse out of his trembling dry lips.

"When there used to be one. But I had some income. Hana runs newspapers like dawn and works part-time after school. And I studied a lot all night...… because it was."

"Oh, granddaughter. Part-time job...….”

"I told you not to do it. I said it's okay because I can pull the handcart. I went out to work. She was such a nice girl."

"Yes..."

Haru was also aware of it. What a nice guy Hana is.

It was only natural to see him dead and not happy, wandering through dark alleys for months.

To see my family. Just because I want to see my family again.

"Excuse me, Foundation bachelor. Do you know why one of us worked so hard? I'm stopping him, but he wakes up like dawn."

"Oh, no. I can't go that far.….”

Grandmother's voice became very strong.

He held the staff's hand eagerly, as if he was vomiting old things.

"Our Daehan is going to enter a national school next month. The government will pay for the tuition, but bags and school supplies can't do that. So I said I'd buy her a bag. It's my first time going to school, so I asked if I could buy shoes for my latest bag. I've been working my ass off like that...….”

The hand holding the employee's hand trembled.

Looking into his eyes, Grandmother Kang Ok-soon said.

"I stayed up all night, worked too hard at dawn, picked, and fell down. The doctor told me that if I went to the hospital right away, I would have lived. Of all things, I collapsed near my house. In the freezing cold, in the presence of no one. One of us...….”One day I couldn't say anything.

One cause of death was overwork.

One day, it was hard to believe that a high school girl, who was in her prime, collapsed and died of overwork.

Surprise seemed to be the same with the staff.

I suppressed my astonishment as much as I could, and I just let out a little moan and held her hand.

"So, let me ask you this. You said you were from the foundation, right? Our Daehan. Please help me finish well until Kookmin School. Sir, please...….”

At the very moment, one day was known.

What's going on. Why did one of them wander around the world?

'One Han, this is it.’

After realizing the context, Haru's face became stiff.