Cooking Genius With God

I shouldn't have done it to a ghost I've never met before, but I really couldn't help thinking about it.

I'm sure he does. Because the ghost was emitting some strange energy.

I couldn't describe it, but I felt a lot of danger.

Ghosts say that. If you come here, you can be a person, and you can eat rice. But it was real, wasn't it? I'm touching the door! Hahaha, this is awesome!

"Welcome, sir. Welcome to our table heaven...….”

Heaven or hell, and you're the boss? Then serve anything you want. Oh, soju, too! Bring it quickly, don't keep the customer waiting! Oh, the food smells good!

"Sigh..."

A ghost of an old man who acts like the restaurant is his home.

I know it's good to be a person for a while after being a ghost, but it's too rare.

I let him in, holding back a sigh that was about to pop out of itself and let him in.

Other ghosts glanced at the man and avoided his eyes.

Ghosts who look uncomfortable at first sight.

Ghosts who were happily enjoying their meals turned into expressions that the word "niggle" would suit them well, and soon looked at him as if they were uncomfortable.

"I suddenly remember what the Grim Reaper said."

What do you mean? What did he say?

Haru, who was preparing kimchi stew for the man, murmured while looking at Choi Han-seok, and he drew a question mark on his face.

"You used to do that. You gave me that sign. There will be one big opportunity and one big crisis in our restaurant."

Yeah, yeah, I did! Hang on. Then?

"I can't say anything. It feels a bit weird. Is he the...….”

I couldn't say more than that because I might have heard it, but Choi Han-seok still understood.

I'll be watching closely, so you nodded to Choi Han-seok, who asked him to focus on cooking, and took the dish with you.

Kimchi stew that has been boiled for a long time, and warm rolled omelet. And white rice with various side dishes.

Every single one of them served dishes full of the day's sincerity.

"Here's the food. Today is pork kimchi stew and rolled omelet."

Oh, that's nice. It smells good. The soup is dry, too.

The old man ghost was already drinking even before the day started serving food.

Was it something you were really hungry for?

He emptied almost a bottle of soju without any side dishes and opened another bottle.

"Try it first, and let me know if it's not enough. You can take out the liquor from the back and drink it. You just have to pay properly when you leave later.”

Yeah, yeah. Why? You think I'm going to eat and run without paying?

"Not like that."

Oh, no, it's. Okay. Go ahead.

“…….”

Sincerely, irritation has come to my head.

No matter how adult you are, this is not a case in point.

How can there be such a ghost?’

I could immediately see why other ghosts hated this man so much.

Even though it's only been over five minutes since he entered the restaurant!

Wow, this is the taste. It's edible! Kimchi stew in soju.

Still, I felt a little quiet after I gave him rice and alcohol.Soon, until the ghosts of the couple next to him were caught in the eyes of a man who was drinking heavily.

Finding kimchi fried rice that ghosts were eating, he opened his eyes wide.

Hang on. Hey, kids.

What? Us?

Yeah, you guys. Dude, if an adult asks you, you should answer right away! So. What are you eating now? The boss said there was only one menu. Kimchi stew

The couple ghosts who looked a bit flustered.

The boyfriend ghost answered slowly.

The owner said that earlier. That's the basic menu, but if there's anything else you want to eat, they'll make it for you as much as possible.

Oh, really?

The eyes of the uncle ghost, who smiled as if he liked it, soon turned to Haru.

Before the day even felt uneasy, he spoke without hesitation.

Then I'll have pasta, please. Hmm. Tomato pasta sounds good.

"Pasta……?"

What do you mean? You said you'd do it for me if there's anything you want to eat. You're the one feeding the ghosts? Then you have to do it. This Park Gun Il wants to eat.It's time!

As I said, the name of the uncle ghost was Park Gun-il.

Actually, the name wasn't important.

'Pasta. I'm going crazy, really.'

Even though a day always has a lot of ingredients for ghosts, pasta is too out of the blue.

Even the other ghosts, being considerate of the day, ordered menus that weren't too difficult.

Kimchi fried rice that can be easily made with kimchi or ramen noodles in kimchi stew.

But all of a sudden, pasta. Even the order was specific, saying tomato pasta.

"I can't go out and buy the sauce at this hour. Because it makes no sense to make...….”

Tomato sauce takes too long to make.

You need at least an hour lightly, but won't the ears close in about an hour?

I needed pasta that I could make quickly like ramen.

Haru, then there's only one. Let's do that.

"You mean the Napolitan? That's what I was thinking about. Chef."

As Haru knew, that was the only pasta in the tomato base line.

A food called Napolitan Pasta.

It wasn't a very major pasta, but the people I liked were solid pasta.

No matter how rude the ghost named Park Gun-il is, he still wants to eat it, so I'll try making it'

I put water on the fire, took out the pasta noodles, and started to trim the vegetables.

The recipe is really simple for pasta. No, it's a little harder than exaggerating.

It's a dish that was originally made to be easy.

I'll trim the vegetables, can you make the sauce for Haru?

"Yes, chef!"

Vegetables that go in are basically onions and bell peppers.

But the truth is you can just take out any vegetables in your fridge and use them.

Potatoes, sweet potatoes, zucchinis, cabbage...…. It doesn't matter what you put in it.

Tap tap tap!

Chop onions into small pieces, and cut bell peppers into long pieces, easy to pick up with chopsticks.

Then I took out the sausage.

If you cut enough of the sausage with a string of cuts, you're done with the ingredients are ready.

Of course, ham or bacon instead of sausage here.

Or eggs or just meat and so on. It doesn't matter what other ingredients you like.

"Chef, the sauce is done!"

Oh, Haru. Nice timing!

The sauce is also really simple.

Mix ketchup, oyster sauce and pork cutlet sauce at desired proportion and you're done.

For your information, the ratio chosen per day was 2:2.Tadadadak, squeak--!

Grease the frying pan and turn the heat to stir-fry the things that had been trimmed.

When onions are transparent, bell peppers smell sweet, and sausages are crisp.

Moderately cooked noodles and a little bit of water.

And add the sauce you made earlier and stir-fry it while mixing it, and it's done...The killing point of the day appears here.

"The whole pepper is killing me. For Napolitan pasta."

If you don't have whole pepper at home, you can skip it, but the difference is quite big.

For your information, regular pure pepper is a bad idea. If you're going to put it in, whole pepper is good.

Slurp! Slurp! Slurping!

Feeling the sensation of crushed pepper grains in his hands, he ground them in a grinder and placed them on top of the finished pasta.

It's good to put it on top of your preference, but I prefer to put it up a little more for a day.

It was because the combination of pasta sauce and pepper, which feels a little bit ssammy(?), was absolutely ridiculous.

"Well, that's it."

Wow, it looks amazing!

Napolitan pasta completed by sprinkling pepper like that.

The completion was really good considering that it was made in a hurry with ingredients that were not there.

To add a little bit of exaggeration, it was believed that it came out as a room service in a hotel or something.

"Well, here's your tomato pasta."

I saw earlier that there were no tomatoes in it.

"I didn't have time, so I made tomato ketchup instead. It'll taste good, so try it."

Tsk tsk. We don't have much time. It's all an excuse. I was expecting fancy food again. This is why young people these days...….

Hey, bro. Do you know how old I was when I died? I think I'm at least 10 years older than you. Why don't you just eat?

-……or whatever.

When Choi Han-seok stepped up and said something, Park Gun-il became quiet.

After drinking a glass of soju, I started eating pasta with a fork.

Dip a well-cooked B&N sausage into a fork, then roll up the well-sourced noodles and bring them to the mouth.

The sweetness of ketchup, oyster sauce and pork cutlet sauce. And pepper to wrap it up.

It was Park Gun-il, who kept complaining about what he didn't like so much, but his expression changed after tasting the pasta.

-Wow.

"Do you like the taste?"

Well, well, it's not bad.

You said something luxurious earlier. I heard it's ssammy. Why? You can throw it away if you don't want to eat it's okay.

-No, well, you don't have to. But if you throw away food, you'll get punished. Yeah. Hmm.

It must have been very delicious.

I stopped mumbling, and I ate pasta silently.

"Phew……"

Thinking lucky, the day breathed a small sigh of relief.

Although Park Gun-il was the worst ghost ever. But didn't it get quiet because they cooked delicious food for you?

Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought.

It was right after the day suddenly thought so.

By the way. Boss, did you say your name was Haru?

"Yes, by the way?"

It reminds me of myself to see them open a store like this at a young age. You mean me? It was crazy back in the day. You mean the factory is bigger than this? Honestly, the business under the factory is...….

Park Gun-il, who was heavily drunk, began to brag about himself this time.How well I used to be, how big the factory was, and compared to that, a day's shop was nothing.

Haru and Choi Han-seok's expressions literally rotted while looking at Park Gun-il.

"How can you be so consistent? I thought I would only sing the first verse, but now that I feel better, I'm drunk again.’

It's not something to say to the guest, but the truth didn't even have this.

- Even though I'm dead now? But before you die, with my factory. With the money~ I gave it to my beloved daughter. That's why I have no regrets!

Now, Park Gun-il is showing off his child after bragging about himself.

Even

Boss, we're going to get going.

Thank you for the meal. I'll be back tomorrow.

Some unbearable ghosts rose from their seats.

Looking at the table where they were sitting, there was still some food left.

It has been a long time since the leftovers were left in comparison with most ghosts visiting a restaurant in a day emptying rice was completely emptied without leaving a grain of rice.

Moreover, crucially, the faces of the ghosts were extraordinary.

"Was there any inconvenience?”

When Haru asked carefully, the couple ghosts waved their hands.

-Oh, no! -No! The food was really good. Really!

-I'm just a little bloated. Your food was really delicious. I mean it's true!

I feel bloated.

It didn't seem to be just a couple ghost.

A strange sense of intimidation from someone sitting in this restaurant.

And ghosts who struggle no matter what they're crushed by.

I'm gonna have to do something about it.’

Haru shot Park Gun-il, who was only talking about his own words, whether he knew ghosts who were trying to leave the restaurant because of him.

I felt like the clock hanging on the wall was going slow today.