Cooking Genius With God

Jjimdak in front of you.

Home food for the hairy, no one else.

He couldn't move easily, just stared blankly at the food, and soon picked up a big piece of chicken leg meat.

He put a piece of chicken soaked in soy sauce in his mouth, chewed it, and poured soju.

As if he didn't want to miss the taste of the jjimdak, he slowly swallowed it and turned his head to look at the day.

The facial expression of such a furry man was what Haru and Choi Han-seok had seen almost every day.

Tasting my hometown food for the first time in years.

The look that other members of the organization used to make after eating a day's food.

"This is how our kids must have felt when they ate your food.”

"That's soul food."

"Now I get it. How could such proud kids reveal their true feelings like that much. President Haru is a really great person. This kind of dish...… not everyone can make it."

"What? What did I do?”

"I'm not lying. It's just, really. As soon as I took a bite, something passed through my head. I forgot more than half of my life. It came back to life with a longing taste."

Impressive dishes are also left with impressions.

One day's cooking had the power to bring it to the surface.

Although Haru himself has not noticed it yet, at least Choi Han-seok, who helped him every day, knew it.

That Haru's talent as a cook is much greater than he thinks.

Teolbo slowly opened his mouth and said.

"My mother went to the whole chicken market and bought a chicken the day before I went to Seoul. And they boiled it with a lot of garlic and cooked it for us. At that time, my family was in a really bad situation, but when my son said he was going to Seoul, he wanted to feed me something delicious."

All mothers feel the same way.

At the last meal of her life with her mother, she left a message for the furry.

He offered a gold turtle that he had kept as a gift for his travel expenses.

"I have nothing to say about what you mean, but remember this one thing. I'm sure there will be a lot of things going on in Seoul. None of them will be untouched by your hands'.”

"There's nothing untidy about it.…. What do you mean?"

"I didn't know what that meant. I forgot it as soon as I heard it. But now that I think about it again. Now I get it."

Now I remember it vividly.

What my mother asked me to say and what it meant to be a gold turtle.

"In a way, it was natural that I couldn't make the holy fire. Yeah, because I haven't finished my apology yet. I did not apologize to the man who committed the greatest sin."

"Hey, what are you talking about? You've apologized. You've met everyone in the group. But who's left?

"I mean myself. The last person I should have apologized to was none other than me."

I abandoned my mother's expectations and mind, and gave up my dream of becoming a police officer under the rationalization that I couldn't help it.

In conclusion, the biggest reason why the current furbo drifted around the stream.

It was none other than yourself.

It's crazy~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!Shortly after Furbo said so, some of the old man ghosts who were looking at him collapsed in surprise.

Some plastic chairs went over the back and made a sound.

You must be sick and tingling because you fell down properly.

The old man ghosts opened their mouths and shouted as if they didn't even know that.

Now, hold on. Mr. Hairy!

- What the hell is going on?!

- Oh, Buddha. Lord of the Underworld, what's going on?

Ghosts covering their mouths as if they can't believe their eyes.

Haru, who breathed in, looked at the furry and said.

"Mr. Furbo, are you young?”

It was literally.

A high school student wearing a black school uniform and a student cap of the 1980s stood where a bumpy gangster full of wounds stood.

But on the face of it, it was immediately apparent that he was a hairy man.

"Hey, you were pretty handsome when you were a kid, huh?”

Choi Han-seok smiled in a slightly shaky voice and said.

The day next to him was also surprising.

But it wasn't to the point of being killed like any other ghost.

No wonder he's already experienced this one day.

Ggotbun, who had eaten dumpling soup for a day, slowly became younger as she left the restaurant, but became a young man in his 20s.

The grim reaper explained this phenomenon.

"I'm going to be a saint anyway. Isn't it better to go with the way you missed the most? It is the underworld's consideration for souls who have completely shaken off their resentment."

"……Huh? Argh! You scared me!!"

A big wind blew from somewhere, and the tent of the cart bar burst open, and the grim reaper, who soon appeared somewhere, stood next to Choi Han-seok.

Choi Han-seok, who noticed the grim reaper who appeared without any sign of popularity as if he had teleported, screamed in surprise.

"Hey, can you please give me a hint when you come in and out? Is it so hard just to open the door? Huh?"

Choi Han-seok, who turned red, shouted, "Please, please," but the grim reaper walked to Haru without even listening.

I'm going like this. The sound of black high heels that she wore every day resonated in the cart bar.

Haru met the eyes of the grim reaper.

"You're here now, of course."

"Yes, there are only two reasons why the Grim Reaper comes, right? Take your soul away, or take it away."

Flinched!

Ghosts in the cart shook as the grim reaper moved.

Some ghosts stuttered as if they couldn't believe Choi Han-seok or Haru, who treated the grim reaper like a real friend.

Anyway, they were ghosts with resentment, so they were afraid of the grim reaper.

But those frightened eyes are already familiar.

She looked at the day and smiled like a cat.

"I say this all the time. You did a great job this time. I don't know how you feel, but Haru, you've done a really big job. You saved dozens of souls. With your own food.”

"With my food...….”

"You want me to be proud? Haru, you're a cook admitted to the underworld. A real chef who makes soul-wrenching dishes."

"Thank you, Grim Reaper."

"Well, thank you. Well, now it's my turn to work."

Standing in front of the day, asking for a moment, the grim reaper looked at the hairy dog who soon became a high school student.

The old school uniform, which was worn by a woolen cloth, had a name tag that looked almost new.[Jongmin Choi]

Until now, everyone has called him a furry, and it was the name of a man called that.

"Jongmin, you did a great job. It's finally time for holy grail.”

"Am I really... can I be a saint?”

"Of course, that's enough. You deserve to relax now."

“…….”

Hairy. No, Choi Jong-min lowered his head and thought about something before looking up at the grim reaper.

He looked young, but his eyes that he had experienced many things were those of Baek Bum-pa.

"Well, may I ask you a small favor?"

"Tell me, let me hear you out.”

"My benefactor, Mr. Haru...…. There's still food left from Chef Choi Han-seok. Do you mind if I eat this?"

Saying that I want to eat my last meal in this world.

The grim reaper, who glanced at the jjimdak that had been on the table for a while, soon smirked.

"Well, go ahead. The jjimdak looks delicious. Eat it, but it's a precious dish that I made for you."

"Thank you. Really, thank you."

After gesturing several times to Choi Jong-min, who bowed his back and greeted him, the grim reaper turned around coolly.

Does it mean that it doesn't matter if it's a small thing since the limit has been lifted anyway?

Choi Jong-min carefully sat down and picked up a spoon and chopsticks with trembling hands.

"Slowly, enjoy your meal. Sir."

"You're a regular at our warm day bar, aren't you? I put enough, so eat your fill. Have a safe trip to the last one."

Haru and Choi Han-seok smiled at such a furry man.

While I was at it, I scooped up a lot of warm white rice and brought it to him, and he began to eat.

Since it was steamed chicken made of chicken legs, there was no need to put bones on it anyway.

I scooped rice with a spoon, stuffed it in my mouth, and mumbled it with things like chicken and vegetables.

Soon after, I scooped up the salty soup of Jjimdak, mixed it with rice, crushed a well-cooked potato with a spoon, and mixed it together to taste a mouthful of kimchi.

Choi Jongmin who eats like crazy.

It was less than 10 minutes ago, but the rice air was almost empty already.

He muttered, crying his eyes out.

"It's delicious. It's very, very delicious. How can it be so delicious?….”

What Jongmin ate was not just a jjimdak.

He tasted his memories, lingering feelings, and all the joys he had lived with jjimdak.

That was what the Grim Reaper called 'soul food'.

At the same time, it was a dish that could be made only for one day.

Jongmin was almost done eating.

The grim reaper's gaze, who was looking inside the cart bar for a while, soon turned to his nearby sister.

Sua and Seoa.

All the other ghosts were intimidated and cringed by the grim reaper, but most shocked was Sua.

Suddenly, the man next to me became young, and a woman with black all over her body popped out.

All the other guests were frightened by a woman they didn't even know.

"What the hell is going on……. Am I dreaming? Oh, or."

In this situation, most people are bound to think this way.

Perhaps he is dreaming.

Sua was also similar.

Su-ah, who was half out of her mind, was just sitting there blankly, and Seo-ah was guarding Su-ah.The grim reaper, who approached the two men, soon put his finger on Sua's forehead.

A small light flashed, and Su-ah cut her arm on the table and fell asleep with a relaxed look on her face.

Soon she opened her mouth looking at the remaining Seo-ah.

"You're Seo-ah, right? Don't worry too much about your brother. I'll forget everything that happened here as soon as I get out of the cart bar anyway. I'll just think of it as a dream.”

"I know that. But how can you not be worried? Sua is such a delicate person. I'm, like, enough just to be with him."

"Really? You're a good sister."

"Never a good sister. But... I want to cheer for Su A. We still have four more stages to take the test. I don't know if it'll help, but for Sua to do well. Will you keep an eye on me?"

Seo-ah speaking in a playful way.

But the sincerity contained in it was never a joke.

Even now, he was gloating over his sleeping brother.

The grim reaper, who looked at Seo-ah and smiled, said.

"Oh, my God. I'm sorry about this. You won't be able to stay with him any longer.”

"What? What do you mean? You can't be with Sua?!"

"You should go, too. Hahn, you solved it, right?"