Cooking Genius With God

On the 2nd, the business of the car was smooth as if it were sailing in a fair wind.

Perhaps in just one day, the number of office workers has definitely increased, and sales have come out about 100,000 won more than yesterday due to faster table rotation.

In addition, because the menu was rice soup, there were a few customers who simply accompanied while eating rice, which led to a sharp increase in alcohol sales.

A pleasant achievement, incomparable to yesterday!

But after the sun sets and the moon rises. A day when I was preparing for business waiting for the time for the door to open, I couldn't be happier than before.

Haru, who came early and looked through the ghosts waiting with a look of hunger, lamented Choi Han-seok.

"You'll be here again today, right? His ghost."

You mean Park Gun-il? Maybe... I think he'll come. Ugh.

The truth that Haru and Choi Hanseok met for the first time, the scoundrel ghost. Park Gun Il.

He literally tore through the restaurant from his first appearance, so I couldn't help but worry about it now, just before the door opened.

I tried to harm Haru yesterday.

He was so drunk that he only bragged about himself in a boiled voice.

He even made other ghosts uncomfortable by spewing out the flesh.

Park Gun-il was literally a nightmare in heaven.

However, even if you are such a bad customer, you can't avoid receiving it again.

"Let's just wait and see. If you're going to be so mean to other ghosts again today."

We'll have to do something about it doesn't it? Okay.

The two looked at each other with a determined look and nodded.

Soon after, the hands of the clock point to 12 o'

The waiting ghosts rushed in, opening the door to the table heaven.

There were couples and mother and daughter ghosts who came yesterday, but I saw more faces that I had never seen before.

Other ghosts who saw the light of housekeeping came to visit more.

Wow, this strong smell! This is rice soup. Beef gukbap, right?

Honey, we're good at gukbap. I'm so excited!

I thought it was a lie that we could eat here, but the smell...….

Daughter. You can eat well without complaining, right?

Yes! The food he makes is really good. I'm going to eat it all!

Ghosts swallowing their saliva at the smell of rice soup that was heavily spread throughout the restaurant.

Haru, who led them to their seats, and Choi Han-seok began to carry the table that he had prepared in advance.

Slurp! Slurp! Crunch, crunch!

As if everyone had promised, a restaurant filled with the sound of eating rice and chewing kkakdugi.

The ghosts, who were a little older, ate a happy meal with a cup of rice soup and soju.

But the peace didn't last very long either.

What? There are more people today than yesterday. No, it's not a person. Is it a ghost? Hahaha!

"Oh... are you here?”

How long has it been since the door was opened? Beyond the door of the restaurant, Park Gun-il, a big man, reappeared.

The ghosts who knew him glanced at him in unison.

Park Gun-il, who sat in the front seat of the day pushing ghosts roughly, frowned.

What are you doing today? Rice soup?

"It's beef rib soup. Would you like this?"

No, thanks. My mouth is kind of fancy. But isn't cheap gukbap a little too much for ghosts? I think there's some beef ribs, but I'll just try it...….Braised short ribs?

It's not just a dish that takes a few more hours to marinate the meat.

It was a day full of ridiculous orders that started yesterday when I suddenly ordered authentic tomato pasta, but Park Gun-il, who was looking somewhere, soon changed his words after opening his eyes small.

If you have any leftover beef, just grill it for me. They gave me soju.

-Oh, yes, that's an excellent choice. Our guest?

When I turned my head to see something, Choi Han-seok was staring at Park Gun-il like that.

No matter how much an adult used to say, Park Gun-il couldn't say anything more when Choi Han-seok, his father's age, stared at him.

"Then I'll grill some leftover ribs for you, so please wait. You can bring soju."

Yeah, and, uh, give me some rice soup so I can be complacent.

"You said you don't eat cheap food like rice soup. "You have a luxurious mouth."

Park Gun-il, who was looking around the ghosts around him after ordering, soon lost his appetite.

Almost all the other ghosts were eating with their noses in the rice soup bowl, so they wanted to eat themselves.

Why are you talking so much when you're asking for a customer? I'm just asking for complacency!

"Whoo... Then I'll give you some soup with the solid ingredients, so please wait a little longer."

It was all up to me anyway.

Still, he tasted a spoonful of rice soup and began to eat it in a hurry, as if he was dissatisfied with it.

Even if you say no with your mouth, it wasn't your body.

"Here's your grilled ribs. I gave you wasabi and oil salt sauce, so dip it as you want."

Well, it's done fine.

There was some leftover ribs, so I baked them and served them.

The beef Yumi brought was imported, but the quality was good.

The rich aroma came up when it was baked quickly over high heat, taking advantage of the taste of the fire.

Beef is salt, though.

After putting a little wasabi on a piece of well-cut ribs, I dipped it in salt sauce and put it in my mouth.

Chewy texture of beef.

And oil and aroma that spreads like coating your mouth. And the wasabi scent that covers it.

Park Gun-il, who had a glass of soju after eating well-mooled ribs, is big! I exclaimed as I did it.

I was wondering what you were going to do, but you're better at cooking than I thought. Yesterday's pasta was the same. Just looking at the meat grilling, well.

Park Gunil, who speaks with a twisted tongue.

What was so urgent that he drank like water, and he seemed to be drunk in an instant.

But they agreed and grilled meat for me, so I didn't act like I did yesterday.

The ghosts were not too tired to leave the house while eating.

Choi Han-seok spoke to him instead of a busy day at work.

Haru looks like this, but he's an incredible chef? I used to work at a Michelin Three Star restaurant.

You still have a chef who cares about that shit? All that stuff doesn't mean anything. Money after all, money!

Without even realizing that the owner chef of the Michelin Three Restaurant was in front of him, Park Gun-il, who was so drunk, continued to shout.

The ghosts around me clicked their tongues looking at Park Gun-il.

The mother ghost blocked her daughter's ghost's ears and took her out of the restaurant.

Choi Han-seok asked in a slightly irritated voice.And how well did you earn? I heard you had a food factory. What factory was it?

Me? I couldn't even talk when I was in the middle of it! It was a factory that used to make sausages, but this restaurant was 20 times bigger. The sausages from our factory are all in the country. What's with the whole country? They sold a lot overseas, too!

It's sausage. It's a good food to run a factory. You must have been successful in your lifetime.

I couldn't even tell you. I made that much money and sent my daughter to all the academies. Huh? Hand over all the factories...….?

What?

As always, Park Gun-il, who was proud of himself, suddenly hardened his face.

Her eyes are shaking so hard.

Choi Han-seok asked him, starting to mutter something.

So your daughter is running a factory? I wish I could bite you.

-That's... maybe?

Maybe? What are you talking about? What do you mean maybe?

Choi Han-seok and One Day, I thought Park Gun-il did it on purpose at first.

In common sense, he was a daughter who praised the factory several times a day for being so successful.

But I couldn't forget that I handed over the factory to my daughter.

But that nonsense was happening.

All the ghosts around Park Gun-il's unexpected response perked up their ears.

I don't remember. I ran a big factory, and I remember handing it over to my daughter.

It's me.

- And everything else...…. I don't remember.

Where the factory was located.

What was the name of the factory, what was the name of the sausage?

Even the daughter's name. No, even how many children he had.

I don't remember anything. Did I have one daughter? Two? Oh, I think I had a son...….

Sigh... I'm going crazy. the real thing

"What the hell is going on? Chef Choi Han-seok."

Park Gun-il's hand shook while holding the glass.

When I saw the alcohol overflowing, I poured more, and more than half of it leaked sideways.

Park Gun-il murmured with a dying expression, drinking alcohol one after another until the viewer's face frowned.

Why didn't I know this? There's no way you don't know. My factory. My children. I devoted my life to it. To forget about it.

"It's because of Hahn. The reason I forgot is because the factory and your daughter are intertwined with your resentment."

-My...HAN?

Yeah, that's what you said. I don't know what the hell you lived and how you died. Perhaps Han is very entangled. You're the first ghost whose memory has been cut off like that.

No matter how deep the resentment is, the ghosts I have met so far were not this much.

Family, friends, children, and precious people.

It was not long before he remembered even though he was involved with a person who had a deep relationship with him.

Seo-ah, who remembered her resentment just by looking at Su-ah without a day, and the furbo, who recalled Han on the first day of coming to the cart bar, did so.

But I've never seen a ghost like Park Gun-il.

It's not just that I lost my memory, it's like someone cut it out with a knife.

He didn't really remember anything.

How many children were there, where the factory was located, even the name of the daughter who boasted so much.

All he remembered was that he had run a factory and had at least one daughter.He didn't even know why he died.

Park Gun-il said so in a trembling voice.

The most recent memory that remains, when you wake up, you're only in town.

This, this is ridiculous. Why did I. Why did this happen to me?….

Looking at Park Gun-il, who was suffering from drinking alcohol one after another, he sighed by himself. It was a sigh of compassion.

It was Park Gun-il, who hated it so much when he was making a fuss, but I couldn't help but feel good to see him like this.

All the ghosts around me held their breath.

said the day, looking into his rattling eyes.

"Mr. Park Gun-il, what kind of life have you lived?"