Cooking Genius With God

It was not long after Haru and Yumi returned to the restaurant that progress began to occur.

"Huh, mister!"

"Mr. Yumi?"

Around lunch break, one of the busiest times in the dining world, as always.

Yumi, who was greeting customers who were slowly starting to come in, was surprised to find someone.

I looked at it, wondering what it was, and there was a familiar face there somewhere.

I didn't know it from his face, but from his shabby clothes like a frayed coat.

"When I met you at the market last time……. That's him, right? The grandchild of forsythia grandmother.”

A man who looks a little old to be called a grandson, but a little young to be called a son.

That's why he naturally entered the restaurant, which I thought was unique.

In fact, whatever, he was also an ordinary guest.

Besides, the market people visited heaven on the table so often that there was no reason not to let him in for a day.

"Here's the restaurant you said you were doing."

I thought it was my first time seeing him last time, but now I'm sure.

A man is not from this town. One day I could be sure.

It's a little embarrassing for me to say, but if you don't know the table heaven in this town, you're a spy.

Even if I hadn't tried it, I knew it. It was famous for the table heaven was famous. Besides, he didn't meet at the market anyway.

At least no one in the market didn't know about the table heaven.

It was the same reason why Haru was so close to market merchants that he ran directly to the funeral of grandmother forsythia.

"It's a small restaurant. Would you like to sit down first?”

"But I think he's cooking a little bit. It smells good."

As the day guided, Yumi brought a towel and a bottle of water like lightning.

Sitting down, he looked over the restaurant.

He looked at the kitchen where he was busy making food for a long time, and soon his stomach growled.

"The menu changes every day in our restaurant. Today's menu is stir-fried sausage and chicken. Would you like this?"

"No one hates sausage and sweet chicken.“

Anyway, I meant it was good. Sausage and chicken gangjeong were supposed to be a lot of dishes, so blink.

In the meantime, the official portion of heaven came out.

"Well, I can't believe it's this price.”

"I hear that every day. Thankfully."

Of course, I gave plenty of sweet and sour chicken out of my grandmother's mind.

Sweet and spicy chicken gangjeong and rice were a better combination than I thought.

Perhaps he really liked it more than he thought, but he emptied more than half of the meal in just five minutes.

I ate so much that I was worried that Yumi, who was glancing at me, might get indigestion.

The man who burped in a small gulp drank a cup of water.

How full the ship was, I put down my chopsticks for a while and talked to Haru.

"I didn't even know there was a restaurant here……. I saw the boss and his wife in the market."

"Married couple?! Uh, we're not married. Just."

Yumi, who heard the two letters of husband and wife, jumped up.

Some regular customers who knew the truth roughly laughed, and the man awkwardly apologized in front of Yumi, whose face was red.

"Oh, really? Then I'm sorry. Hmm, well, anyway. Didn't you ask the market traders? About my grandmother."

"Oh……I apologize if it offended you."

"Me, too. I didn't mean anything else. Just."The man came in unexpectedly.

Honestly, I was so nervous when I came to the restaurant that I wondered what was going on, but if it wasn't for that, I would have looked embarrassed.

When Haru, who succeeded in managing his facial expression, apologized, the man shook his hand.

"Don't worry, it's not like that. You don't have to feel bad when you think about your grandmother."

"Sometimes there are people who are sensitive people.

It's not easy to meddle in other people's family affairs. Even more if it's a deceased person.

Besides, Haru can't tell him the truth.

To relieve the resentment of my late grandmother? The moment you spit it out, you go to a mental hospital.

"At least it's not me, so don't worry. By the way, you must have had a relationship with my grandmother. I heard your grandmother put food ingredients here."

"You always sell good vegetables and fruits. I tried it a few times and signed the contract right away."

"I'm a countryman, so I don't know everything else, but I'm confident in the quality of the products my grandmother sells. The son-in-law farmed onions in Muan. Spinach and radish are in Taean. It's all about farming, so it's delicious."

When Haru praised a little, the man immediately fell in love. I thought the atmosphere would get warmer in no time.

"By the way, did you say grandchild? I went to my grandmother's funeral last time. I didn't see you then."

"……Don't even bring it up. I don't even want to think about it.”

At this one word, it froze again stiffly.

"What's wrong?"

"If you've been there, you'll know. Family members are holding the deceased portrait and fighting. The land, the mountains, the mountains. He was going to pull some strings."

The hands of the man who said so trembled. The same is true of the eyes, and they seemed genuinely angry.

He looked around and stopped looking at the liquor store.

"Do you want soju?"

"Do you have a red lid?"

"Yumi, can I get you an original?"

"Yes, sir!"

Crunch!

When Haru filled his cup once, the man emptied immediately. And I poured another glass and emptied it one after another.

Seeing that he drank red lid soju so quickly, it was clear that he had not been drinking alcohol for a day or two.

He bowed his head down with a face that wasn't even pouty.

"That's not what people should do. I think people are scarier than ghosts. "Really don't."

"I don't know what to say."

The day gave me a lot of comfort, but it was clear that it would not be a great help.

Hey, Haru. Who else is there?

"Chef?

Choi Han-seok suddenly pointed out of the window. Turning there, there was an unexpected person standing.

The man who was just talking like that.

Grandmother forsythia was gazing at the man outside the window of the table heaven.

He even bowed his head to greet Haru when his eyes met.

To be honest, I was a little puzzled by the ghostly appearance.

"Thank you for the meal. I'll come back later. I'm sorry I ruined the restaurant."

The man didn't say much after that.

He just snapped up rice and a bottle of soju at an incredible speed, paid with cash and left the restaurant like running away.

After watching the man who left the restaurant disappear from view, grandmother forsythia came into the restaurant.

Haru and Yumi were busy dealing with lunch guests who just began to rush in, so Choi Han-seok greeted his grandmother.Haru listened to the story of the two people.

Thank you for feeding my baby delicious food.

There's a lot of restaurants here.

But there's no restaurant that pays attention to every dish like Haru. It's obvious that a kid with a tight palate ate it so deliciously.

By the way, Grandma. Who was that guy earlier? I don't think he's a real grandson.

Choi Han-seok got to the point right away.

Haru and Yumi swallowed their dry saliva. I was just thinking the same thing.

'Honestly, I think it's weird.’

If you're really a grandson, you can't miss the funeral.

Plus, hanging around the market like a thief, and crucially at an ambiguous age.

There were so many strange things.

But grandmother forsythia just smiles.

There's no real fake in the family. Family means family. If you raised him like a son, you're a son, and if you gave him love like a grandchild, you're a grandchild.

-I didn't mean it in a bad way. Just.

That's enough, because that's what I'm here to say.

She was just a kind-looking grandmother, but she must have had as much to think about as the wrinkles that have increased over the years.

The grim reaper once said that. To the ghost, Han Eun is like a work that has never been done before.

Grandma forsythia seems to have something to do even after she dies. I felt a lump in my heart when I thought about it like that way.

It's called Yongsoo. I had two daughters because I was unlucky with my son, and I sent my first son without turning over a stone. Well, I sent my daughters to college and they came to me.

When I raised all my children and sent them to college. When you're the only one left in such a spacious and crowded house.

It was also a time when parents became lonely and let go of their minds at the same time.

But forsythia continued to work as a vegetable dealer.

And then, the guy who just ate in the corner of the market. He said he met Yong-soo.

I still remember that day vividly. I'm going to order a bowl of noodles before I go in after finishing my business, and a big boy is going back and forth over there. When I was feeling lonely, I bought him a bowl of noodles and heard about it.

Things were a little too bad.

He left the house at an early age as if he was running away from his parents' domestic violence, and has lived like a tramp since then.

He said he did anything with any money, but it was not difficult to survive on the country floor.

He talks about himself. At the same time, seeing Yong-soo eating noodles and asking for something to work, Grandma Forsythia said she thought of her son who had gone first.

If my son had lived so far, he would have grown up this nice.

"So, what's his name?"

"You can call me Yong-soo. I don't have a family name. No parents, no family name."

"Let's call Mr. Jung from now on."

"……Excuse me, ma'

"Looking for a job. Then come to our store from now on. I was just looking for a reliable suit because the business went well, that's great."

"Are you writing me down?”

"Of course. You look fit. What's wrong with you? Instead, you have to work hard. I have to wake up early in the morning and work all night. Of course, I'll pay you well, so don't worry. I'll cook for you every meal I have.""That's fine. I'll do my best! I'll do my best!"

On the market floor in the countryside, it was a relationship that began as the wind swept through.