Cooking Genius With God

"Uh, why did I do that? I've never talked about this to anyone else.…. You must be crazy. Don't let Chef Haru get used to it!"

Yumi, who left the restaurant after eating spaghetti prepared by Haru, immediately headed to her truck.

Sitting still in the driver's seat, what happened earlier passed by like a flashlight.

Painful things that I've been keeping in my heart for most of my life.

I said everything I couldn't say because the tomato pasta, which came out by a really amazing coincidence, became a trigger.

I still couldn't understand why and how he said all that.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Yumi

I didn't know when I was talking about the past as if I was possessed by something, but now that I think about it, I regret it.

But the funny thing is. He regretted it in his head, but his body was not.

I was strangely relieved that it was true that sharing pain would make half the pain.

I didn't feel bad.

"Hey, I don't know. Good luck on your interview today! Make sure you get into the oral fairy tale! We can repay Chef Haru properly later. Yes."

When I took out my cell phone and checked the time, I still had some time until the next delivery.

Although I had a lot of free time in the morning to learn how to cook from Haru like yesterday.

I learned a lot of things today while helping out with the day, so it was a long-lasting business even if Su-ji remained.

"Well, there's something important going on today. Let's go see my mother."

We have more time than we thought. I decided to go see my mother because I had nothing to do.

Come to think of it, I got a call from Chef Park Joo-hyuk this morning and couldn't tell my mother about the joy.

You can't do that.

It's a mother who likes more than herself.

Rumbling, I stepped on the accelerator and ran on the familiar road.

After arranging his clothes well with a truck rearview mirror, he carefully got off and walked into the building.

Looking for where my mother was, I stood in front of her and smiled and said.

"Mom, mom. I guess it's some kind of day. Well, I had a really bad nightmare in my sleep, and I thought my day was ruined. But you know, as soon as you wake up, you get a phone call!"

"Yes! A oral fairy tale! The head chef of the oral fairy tale offered me a job. It's not decided yet. But what the hell is this? A promise I made with my mom. You're almost done protecting yourself?”

"And. Somehow I told Chef Haru everything today. Something about your father. My dream is to be a cook. But you know what? I was strangely relieved. "Really don't."

"I think it's because of the spaghetti that Chef Haru made. I know you don't believe me. You know the spaghetti taste that I'm used to? Yes! It's the taste my mom used to make. I was surprised while eating.”

"Anyway, that's why. I want to be a chef like Chef Haru. So do you have to cheer for me too? You know that, right?

Yumi with the same smile as always.

My mother replied to Yumi like that.

Of course. My pretty daughter. My mom always supports me. Don't worry about it. My daughter can do well.

Yumi's mother was also smiling broadly.

In the portrait wearing a beautiful outfit.The sign reading "New Millennium charnel house" flashed under the light of a fluorescent lamp on the space where Yumi was standing.

The mother in the portrait didn't say anything, but she was definitely here.

I heard everything Yumi said. I was rooting for her.

"You've raised your daughter well. It's very nice.

Of course. Whose daughter is it? Even though I met my father wrong, she's my proud daughter who grew up so well. Don't you think so? The Grim Reaper.

Yumi's mother in white mourning smiled at the grim reaper.

A smile like Yumi's.

His face was sparsely marked with hardships, but his smile resembled Yumi.

"Since you raised your daughter so proudly, your mother must have been so successful. You can just relax, so make sure to come down like this."

My daughter is here to see my mom. I have to come down. Thank you for taking me home. All the time

"What, opening and closing the door is what we grim reaper do."

The grim reaper. By the way. Our Yumi...…. Will it work?

My mother, who was looking at Yumi, who was talking in front of her portrait with a bitter smile, asked carefully.

The grim reaper, who paused for a while, soon opened his mouth.

"Don't worry. It's not anyone else, but the Lord of the Underworld himself recognized the day and connection, so it's going to work."

Thank you. I'm so relieved to hear you say that.

"That's a relief. Well, then. Shall we go back now? I think your daughter is about to die, too.

It's no good having a ghost here.

The grim reaper strolled to the main entrance of the charnel house and politely opened the door.

A world of white light has emerged.

The mother, who was watching her daughter go to the end, slowly went into it.

With a very relieved smile on his face.

Boom!

It wasn't long before the door was closed.

The grim reaper, who was left alone in the charnel house, sighed as the ground soon went down.

"Failed."

He was a grim reaper who rarely swore, but not this time.

Her face was nervously bulging with veins.

The grim reaper, who wandered inside the charnel house for a while, soon took out the list of the grim reaper from his suit pocket.

He looked for something as he passed through the palak chapter, and soon found someone's list and read it several times, even frowning.

But that didn't change anything.

The grim reaper, who nervously inserted the list, sighed once again and looked at Yumi's truck disappearing out of the charnel house.

"I want to give up the grim reaper every time. Destiny or what. I don't like everything."

If Yeomra came in, it would not end up as a simple disciplinary action, but now it doesn't matter.

Whether or not you know the heart of the grim reaper. Yumi, who got back on the truck, looked so happy.

But the problem soon appeared.

I was sitting vigorously and trying to grab the wheel, and suddenly the world went round and round.

"Huh?"

I felt dizzy and dizzy, and soon my chest became stuffy and started to sweat.

Yumi leaned on the truck seat as if she was familiar with it and took a deep breath.

He's been like this lately.

"If you're going to leave like that, why didn't you give birth to her? You f*cking father."

The fundamental reason is that the heart and nerves are genetically weak.

In addition, I've been overworked and overloaded for almost four to five months these days, and my body is slowly at its limit.

These symptoms were becoming more frequent several times a day.

If you lean over somewhere and rest for about 10 minutes, it quickly returned to its original state, but the frequency is increasing.But his body knew best about it.

"I just have to wait until tomorrow. Have a good interview at the oral fairy tale tonight. Tomorrow, I'll visit Chef Haru and thank him properly. And... I can take a good rest for a week. What?"

It was a little risky, but there was no problem until tomorrow.

"The promise I made with my mom. There's not much time left.”

I'm about to have less chest pain.

Yumi, who stood up cheerfully, stepped on the accelerator.

The cool wind pushed through the truck windows seemed to wash away the cold sweat that had covered the whole body.

* * *

That evening.

The time when the doors are open.

They were ghosts who were eating spaghetti deliciously made by Haru, but they kept looking out of the window.

Excuse me, Chef Haru. Outside...

I think he's been doing that for a while.

Mom, what's wrong with him? Are you sick? Can you give me a shot?

No, he can't cure his illness with injections. It's a very nasty disease.

Couple ghosts, nurse mothers and daughters glanced out of the window as if they were appealing to Haru to do something.

Park Gun-il was wandering around outside the restaurant.

I couldn't enter the restaurant because I nailed it yesterday.

But he's hungry again and he wants to eat food.

Of course, Park Gun-il was staring madly at the ghosts inside the restaurant with his unique overbearing gaze.

Ghosts were also upset in their own way.

It was not that I didn't understand.

Once filled, ghosts miss the warmth like crazy.

I used to be hungry even more than before.

"Sigh, I can't help it."

Eventually, the day moved on.

When I opened the door and went outside, Park Gun-il, who was pacing around as if he had waited, approached me.

President Haru. I was wrong yesterday. So how. Huh? Can you cut me some slack? I'm going to eat quietly from now on my way.

"……come in for now."

Oh, my God! Thank you. President Haru is so nice. Hahaha!

Park Gun-il, who is often referred to as a president that he doesn't usually use.

The ghosts inside began to stare at him in unison as he entered the restaurant with a small snout.

Ghosts also saw everything that happened yesterday. There wasn't a single person who liked him.

However, Park Gun-il naturally went to a liquor store and brought soju, as if he didn't care about other people's eyes.

I'm going to pour it into a glass and drink it without any snacks.

"No drinking. Are you trying to drink again?"

Huh? Yeah. That's right.

A day stole his cup.

When he took the bottle and closed the lid, Park Gun-il scratched the back of his head as if he was embarrassed.

"Today is tomato spaghetti. With sausage."

I've been watching you for a while. How much did you want to eat? Did Haru make this for me on purpose? Help me find my memory!

"You could say yes."

Look, Haru is so nice. Oh, thank you so much. I'll enjoy it. All right?

Park Gunil answers like a toad and picks up a fork and a spoon.Maybe I was hungry, but I ate spaghetti with my nose almost stuck in the plate.

Around the time I was eating the well-done sausage. One day alluded to it.

"Park Gun Il is. Do you think you've ever been a good man?"

What do you mean, a good man?

"Just answer me."

They have all those stupid questions. Of course! It's because I'm a little impatient. I'm not the kind of person who would go out and do bad things.

"Really?"

I'm saying that Park Gun-il has been a responsible person. My daughter sent me to college well. I was just the breadwinner of a hard-working family? I don't know why Yumi is doing food delivery here right now.

Slurp, slurp!

Park Gun-il ate up spaghetti.

The red tomato sauce splashed here and there because I was in a hurry to eat.

He continued, munching on the food.

- As a matter of fact, I think so. I've lived my life to the fullest. To suffer like this without knowing how I died. Huh? Does this make sense? It's not fair, I mean. I just remembered my daughter's face. I don't know where to buy it, so I don't know if I can see it again.

"Well, you got one right. Do you know that your daughter is growing up very well now?"

What are you talking about? All of a sudden? Do you know my daughter well?

Did he detect something unusual?

Park Gun-il, who put down a fork and spoon, stared at the day.

One day, without forgetting a glance, he uttered a cold voice earlier.

"Do you remember anything? You're eating that."

Hmm. I can't think of anything. Oh, I think I'll think of something if I eat another bowl. I think it would be better if we had a drink.

"Then I'll let you know. The memories that Park Gun-il forgot."

-……what?

Park Gun-il's mouth slowly opened.