Cooking Genius With God

"Oh, yes, yes. I see. Your name is Kim Jong-soo and your hometown is Yangpyeong? Then soul food must be hangover soup. Yangpyeong is famous for hangover soup. That's right, right. "Kkkkk."

As always, one day I was on the phone with Hyuk-ju.

Hyuk-joo spent almost every day in a cart bar, one by one, making soul food for them, according to his promise with one day.

It has been more than a month since all the food in Paldo was made in a small cart bar in the corner of Seoul.

And today, the last member of the Baekbeom faction decided to find a cart bar for the day.

- In fact, Baekbeompa was almost disbanded from the time when our children who went to Haru's cart exceeded 20. Some people do business with CEO Haru, like Myungseok and Sanghyuk, and some people got a job at another restaurant like Bangi.

"That's a relief. I'm sure it was what the hairy brother who left first wanted it. And it's my promise to serve the taste of my hometown to all the members. You don't have to worry too much."

- Oh, no, it'sorry. I. And our Baekbeom gang members. I'd like to thank our CEO Haru. How easy is it to cook different dishes every day?

"I'm doing it because it's fun. And thanks to you, I think I've made all the local foods in Korea. I've improved my cooking skills. It's an experience I wouldn't have had without this opportunity."

- I'm not famous for saying that. Anyway, please take care of me until the end, Mr. Haru!

Haru, who hung up the phone with Hyuk-ju, stood in front of the pot again and lifted the ladle.

Around 11 p.m. The time when the darkness falls and the street lights turn on.

I had to make hangover soup today, so I cooked with a brazier and a large pot in front of the store.

I took out the same cauldron I used at the old food truck festival again.

With a bubbling sound, the hangover soup in a large pot boiled wildly.

It was a bone hangover soup with a lot of pork backbone, and it was made by putting a lot of soybean paste mixed with red pepper paste.

It felt a little different from the hangover soup sold at regular rice soup restaurants or franchise gamjatang restaurants.

Perhaps if you think of it as a market-style bone hangover soup, you can think of someone.

To exaggerate a little bit because it's boiled so if you just put your fingers on it, your bones will drop. If you take off the tender meat and wrap it in a bowl, you'll get drunk.

Choi Han-seok's old man joke, which could wake him up, was ignored and added a lot of perilla powder, so the savory taste was excellent.

Even guests and ghosts who come to pack occasionally are left to eat in about 30 servings, but I made more than 50 servings today.

There were many reasons, but I just wanted to give out enough hangover soup to Mrs. Kim and others in Noryangjin.

I thought it would feel like this if I distributed rice cakes to my neighbors right before I moved.

"Phew……"

White steam continued to rise from the bubbling pot.

Almost buried in there, the day breathed a small sigh.

I didn't feel bad or tired.

It was just a pity.

Today is the last day. Does it?

"Yes, the person who's coming today is the last member of the Baekbeom faction. It's really over now. Cooking like this. With furry seeds. And maybe with Noryangjin."

It's been almost 2 months since I talked about oral fairy tales.It was a business in Noryangjin, which started in the corner from the beginning, but now it is properly attached to it.

I didn't intend to settle down in the first place, but I kept seeing the same students and doing business with the same ghosts and people, and it all felt like a family.

- Thanks... - One is not enough. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Haru. I will never forget this grace. Yes, sir.

It was a furry boy who appeared late every evening, but today was with him from early morning.

Today was the last day of our members and it was the last day of our life.

The white-collar faction has already completely collapsed, and its members have apologized.

I didn't know exactly what would have happened to each and every one of them, but since Hyuk-joo said so, it was safe to believe.

What about you, Hairy? It's probably holy today.

I don't know, actually. It's been too long since I lived as a ghost, and it's called holy fire...…. I can't believe it. And if I'm really a saint...….

Don't be so mean. You made a promise with the Grim Reaper. Meeting the crew, apologizing for everything. You did a good job. So it's gonna be okay.

Of course, no one can guarantee a single day or Choi Han-seok.

However, judging from what furry and other members of the organization have done so far, I thought there would be no problem.

Just looking at the seats next to the day, people who were gangsters until a few months ago were sweating and selling fish buns and fresh fruit juice.

Of course, it doesn't mean they're going to lose their bad things or their sins.

No matter how much you apologize, there will be marks on the spot where the nail is removed.

But members of the group are trying to fill and fill the trail somehow.

One day I thought it was a lot better than at least forgetting.

"I think we're done cooking.”

The soup is already boiling.

Slurp!

Haru smiled satisfactorily after seeing a spoonful of the finished hangover soup.

Spicy and salty, this is enough.

"Oh, boss, did you make hangover soup today? Wow... I haven't seen you doing this well lately."

"We're having a special guest today. I just cooked it. Would you like it wrapped?"

"Well, then can I have a serving? I didn't even have dinner, so a bottle of soju would be perfect."

"Oh, me too, sir! Me, too!

Some people passing by stopped after smelling the savory hangover soup.

It was strange that people didn't pay attention to Haejangguk in a large cauldron in front of a cart bar.

Is that why?

Originally, ghosts attracted many guests who would have come and stopped at most three or four people a day.

"Wow, can you give me this much? I think I can eat it by tomorrow evening."

"I gave you a lot because it was packed. And I think we're going to close the business soon. With gratitude."

"Wow, the menu keeps changing and the boss's hands taste good, so I came here often!"

There were a few people who said they were disappointed that they couldn't see it now, so one side of their heart was broken.

Along with those various hearts, they scooped up bones and woogeogi, and there was a big smile on the customers' faces.

How many customers did he receive like that?

Choi Han-seok, who was looking at the alley behind the cart bar waiting for the door to open with other ghosts, impliedly opened his mouth.Haru, it's coming.

"Yes, chef."

When I pulled my head out and looked at the alley, someone was walking toward the "warm day" cart bar.

A man dressed neatly in a black suit and a white shirt.

I already visited several times to thank other members of the organization, so I knew their faces even though I didn't know their names.

The man who came in after lifting the tent of the cart bar bowed his head looking at the day.

I didn't scream like a thug, I didn't smash something.

"Thank you for your hard work. Mr. Haru. But Hyuk-joo said, I...…. I heard it's the last time."

I just sit politely and look around the cart bar.

Tick, tick, tick!

Two needles on the wristwatch of the day, which was moving backwards, overlapped in the center.

Midnight, the time for the door to open.

Sir, we're here!

I heard it's such a nice day. Oh, the hangover soup smells amazing.

Haru. Give me the one we always had! With somaek!

As soon as the door opened, the waiting ghosts rushed into the cart bar.

Normally, people sit down and wait in the cart bar even before the door opens, but today, they came in after waiting for the door to open a little earlier.

It would be weird if the cart bar filled with customers when no one was there.

It quickly became noisy inside the cart bar, where there were only two people, Haru and the members.

They gave us plenty of bone hangover soup and rice.

The ghosts, who got used to it, brought soju and beer to the liquor store.

The drinking party that took place shortly after.

I'm sure they're all guests.

Haru said, looking at the member of the organization who was staring blankly at the sight of all the guests laughing and chatting like long-time friends.

"You're hungry, aren't you? I don't think you've eaten yet.”

"What? Oh, yes. I haven't done it yet."

"Then go eat. I made bone hangover soup today. I don't know how people in Yangpyeong would like it."

Now the members of the organization come to know that they go and eat.

More than half of the organization went to the cart bar of the day, after which it was almost impossible to deceive as a coincidence.

But there's one thing most members of the gang don't know.

"Well, here's your hot hangover soup. I'll also give you a bone bowl and sauce to dip in."

"Thank you, Ms. Grant! Why do you give me two bowls, then?"

When Haru offered two bowls of hangover soup, a question mark was put on the member's face.

One day, however, there was no answer.

Instead, at some point, the furry sitting next to him naturally opened his mouth.

"I ordered it, too."

"Huh? Ah, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here."

"No, no. It's okay, by the way, you look familiar. Have we seen each other before?"

"Us? Uh, yeah? You look familiar, too. I feel like I was a human. I can't remember...….”

A man who looks at a furry face and grumbles as if to recall something.

Looking at that, the furry soon smiled and took out two bottles of cold soju.

After pouring into the glass, he held it out and said to him.

"This is meant to be. Let's have a drink together. I'll buy this."

"No, but...….”

"Hey, if an adult lives, he lives! Hurry up and eat the soup. It's delicious when it's warm."“…….”

From the company's point of view, Hairy is the first person I've ever seen today.

Then, such a person suddenly sat next to me and asked me to eat together.

No matter how hard I may not recognize the dead with my eyes, I can recognize them with my heart, but it was such a reckless way.

But it worked surprisingly well again.

The Baekbeomites were all sons who were raised in that way.

"Cough!"

The man who was eating bone hangover soup and soju gave a pleasant exclamation.

The bones were well boiled and the flesh was broken whenever I brought chopsticks, so I took a piece of the big flesh off, wrapped it in a big piece, and dipped it in mustard sauce.

After drinking a bitter glass of soju, there was no happiness like this if you sucked up the remaining flesh between the bones and drank a piece of spicy soup.

"So, what did you do?"

"Well, do you mean me? I don't think anyone else would say this."

The man, who scratched his head as if he was a little embarrassed, began to say something in a trembling voice.

Hairy listened to his story.