Cooking Genius With God

Tuck, chin!

11 p.m.

Haru reversed the signboard hanging in front of the restaurant.

The signboard, which read [OPEN], was replaced with a red letter [CLOSED].

Today's business is all over.

So, how much did you earn today? We had a lot of customers for the first time.

"I know, when you look at the Forceps...… hmmm."

The main menu of Bapsang Heaven is the Heavenly Meal, which costs 7,000 won.

We've received about 40 teams today, most of whom have put heaven on the table.

Some people ordered stir-fried spicy pork or kkanpunggi, but it's enough to pick by hand.

And if you pay for all the beer and drinks that have gone out from time to time.

"The sales are about 700,000 won. It was fortunate that the turnover rate was fast because there were quite a few office workers."

700,000 won for the first business! Wow, that's awesome. If we calculate the production cost ratio excluding everything else, it'll be about 400,000 won.

"That's 12 million won a month! Of course, there will be conditions to maintain this.”

Yuji? Hey, Haru. You don't know what you're capable of yet, so you'll have to think about how to handle the influx of visitors, not maintenance.

Choi Han-seok, who spoke confidently, knew for a day that it was not wrong.

It was because the previous food truck business hit the jackpot, and the response from the customers who visited today was so good.

Both the chef and the businessman's sense were speaking at the same time.

It would only be a matter of time before heaven on the table hit the jackpot.

It would be almost 20 million won a month with daily sales of 1 million won. Wouldn't that be salty?

"I didn't mean for money, but...….“

It was a day when I looked awkward, but I couldn't remove my smile from my face.

No matter how much you don't care, there's no one who hates money.

-Oh, I know. But in the end, it is. What about the fact that a lot of people went there and enjoyed the meal?

"In the end, it's a good income. To be honest, I feel good. Hehe."

I worked like crazy all day, but it wasn't as hard as ever.

Of course, it was more tiring than a food truck, but the excitement of his restaurant wiped it out.

"Well, shall we get ready for business?”

Let's do that. Haru, just cook first. I'll set the table and stuff when the door opens.

"Thank you, Chef."

A day of cool stretching went back into the kitchen and pulled out a kitchen knife.

After washing the kimchi stew pot, which had been sold out even though it was made enough, I started to prepare kimchi and pork again.

It was obvious why they started cooking again even though they hung the CLOSED sign outside the restaurant.

That works really well. It's almost time for the door to open, so the light is out.

"It's amazing every time I see you. I can feel that it's from the underworld. The light that brings ghosts.”

The sign that the grim reaper passed on to me.

As the sun fell and the moonlight shone, he began to create a path of light on the dark night streets again.

Light that only ghosts can see.

My mouth opened by itself when I saw a truly magical sight.

Indeed, the effect was also really good.

-Uh……What the hell is this place…….

Excuse me, that ghost said you can eat here. Is that true?

My kid was so excited. Since you said you can eat. I mean, even if I can't eat, my kid...….The time when I was busy preparing to cook.

Ghosts flocked to the house even though the door of the house was not even opened yet.

There were ghosts who came to see the light. There was a ghost who went to a restaurant yesterday and listened to the couple's ghost.

Choi Han-seok went outside instead of Haru and explained the restaurant to the ghosts.

It's the only restaurant in the world where ghosts can eat warm meals.

Oh, don't worry. My cute daughter too. You can eat a lot of delicious food before you leave.

Today's menu is pork kimchi stew and rolled omelet. If there's anything you want to cook, tell our chef. I'll make it simple for you. He's a very talented chef.

Choi Han-seok, who was famous all over the world, is doing something like a manager of a restaurant for a day.

It was devastating to see other chefs who knew his reputation, but he was just doing the best he could for the day.

Tick, tick, tick!

Time flew by and it became midnight.

Time for the door to open.

What?

Ah, what's this?

Ghosts near Haru's restaurant quickly became human figures from their original translucent appearance, and at the same time, various senses returned.

It was not known how long they lived as ghosts, but of course it would be the first time they had a body again.

-Come on, baby. We, like this...….

Daughter? Lee, come here. Let's give her a hug.

-Mom, ahh!

The couple ghosts cheered while holding each other's hands, and the mother ghost, who came with her young daughter, hugged her hard and shook her whole body.

Hold on. This smell. Do you think it's kimchi stew?

A mellow and delicious smell that soon seeps into their noses.

The smell of sour and spicy kimchi stew, which all Koreans would know, all the ghosts jumped to their feet in unison.

Choi Han-seok, who smiled fruitfully at such ghosts, soon bowed his head opening the door to the table heaven.

-Well, shall we go in? Guests.

Ghosts smiled the happiest in the world.

Kimchi stew was about to boil up.

* * *

-Wow... -Wow...….

Kimchi is the best. I'll never forget this taste!

Daughter. Is it good? You used to hate kimchi. You're eating well now.

It's not that spicy. It's not too salty. It's so delicious! Let's eat together!

Yeah, yeah. Hmm. I never thought I'd smell this again.

The ghosts who came into the restaurant enjoyed the food prepared by the day.

It's already been two bowls. There was a big ghost who ate as if he had really heard something, and a mother ghost who fed her daughter first.

The big ghost was a student preparing for a civil servant and his mother's ghost was a nurse working at a nearby university hospital.

A situation in which most ghosts cannot recall how they died or how they felt.

But gender and age. And so many people, regardless of job, visited Haru's restaurant as a ghost.

The mind of the day looking at such guests could never be more than happy.

But the ghosts were really purely happy.

It's the first real food I've met since I died.

Gulp! By the way, you're a great man. A restaurant that feeds ghosts.That's right! I think you're doing a great job. The food is incredibly delicious!

A man who was chewing with his mouth full of fried rice opened his mouth.

Couple ghosts want to eat kimchi fried rice so bad. So I made it for them. The first time they met, they ate kimchi fried rice.

Ghosts who looked sideways at couples who were eating each other nodded, saying that's the case.

That's true. Ugh, I'm so happy. I can't believe I can come to such restaurants every day from now on. I was really hungry. Because I can't eat anything.

But you know you have to pay for the meal, right?

Of course! You'll be punished if you just leave after eating something delicious.

If you're so thankful, please promote it to other ghosts. No matter how much light there is, not everyone can see it. Our restaurant is open to all ghosts.

- Well... - I guess so. Promote...

Choi Hanseok, who was talking to ghosts who were eating well.

But the face of the male ghost who accepted his words was a little strange.

Choi Han-seok, who felt something unusual, asked again.

What's wrong with you all of a sudden? You look like you chewed a cheongyang pepper by mistake. Did something happen?

No, it's nothing. It reminds me of this when I heard that it's open to all ghosts.

There's a ghost who's like a nerd! He's really big. He's a wild boar-looking ghost, and he's famous around here for his bad temper.

Actually, it doesn't end with bad temper. Sometimes... How should I say it? I feel really bad when he's next to me. It's hard to say. Anyway, sometimes I feel like I'm dead again.

When the male ghost hesitated for a while, the girlfriend ghost suddenly stepped in and said.

A big, bad-tempered ghost.

When the story came out about how much other ghosts knew, all the ghosts' faces hardened.

Besides, do you feel bad when you're around? I didn't dare imagine what it would be if the ghost was so painful as to die again.

"What kind of ghost is it?"

Aren't you all just looking at me and my face? Why, one of our regulars was like that last time. He used to be a gangster, but he was so genuine inside.

"That's right. As Chef Choi Han-seok said, he might not be such a bad person."

I thought it wasn't a big deal because two people had already gone through the motions of furbora.

I've never met such a bad ghost before. It was also because there was no reason to do bad things since I had already become a ghost.

He's already dead, and if he did something bad, it would only pile up one more time.

But I guess it wasn't that this time.

No, I think it's because the chefs haven't met. He's really...…. It's not good for children's education. I mean it's true.

She's always screaming and saying weird things! And, you know, fighting against other ghosts. You're such a bad person! You have to poke her with a syringe and scold her!

The mother and daughter ghost, who were eating silently, added another word.

Serious expression and voice.

The mother ghost's eyes trembled as she stroked her daughter's head slowly.

What kind of ghost is that?The moment when Choi Han-seok with a sour face scratched his head.

Just past 1:30 a.m., the door to the restaurant, which had been closed.

Tingling--!

The hanging bell shook violently and made an unpleasant sound.

It was none other than a male ghost who broke the door open.

A big body, a fierce face.

Seeming to be in his 40s, he was wearing a suit and watch of his own luxury brand.

One day, as soon as I saw him, I remembered him without realizing it.

'Oh, that's a ghost. The man who said he was a jerk.'

Literally impression.

Although he was a man with a gangster-like appearance, he could not feel any of it from a man, unlike a hairy man who still had warmth inside.

It's a day when something similar to my own sense came up by running a restaurant and meeting many people.

'……Huh?'

Ha, Haru.

But that alone was clear enough.

It was felt to some extent by Haru, who was standing on the middle boundary between ghosts and humans, and certainly by Choi Han-seok.

The pressure of a heavy weight. Anxiety that never ends.

Ghosts with a mind like "I died once, but I could not feel anything more certain."

Anxiety that is never good, like a whole body warning.

When he came in, all the ghosts in the restaurant trembled weakly.

In addition, the chef's sense and the boss's sense were strongly warning.

What the hell is this ghost?

That this man is out of the ordinary.