Cooking Genius With God

Soon after Yumi said so, everyone in the seat realized.

Now, that Yumi forgave her father.

"Yumi, you forgave your father."

Yeah, he's young, but he's a great guy. Haru, you know, it's not easy, is it? To truly forgive someone who ruined your life.

The calm but hot air was slowly filling the restaurant.

Park Gun-il soon began to silently eat the spaghetti that Yumi gave him without saying anything.

Tears like chicken droppings fell slowly from his eyes.

- I'm sorry. Seriously, I'm sorry. If I get a chance, I won't make this mistake again.

"I'm going to blow up spaghetti. Eat it when it's hot."

Thank you, daughter. Really... thank you so much. And I'm sorry.

What does spaghetti taste like while sobbing?

Maybe like the color of spaghetti, it tastes red.

When I saw Park Gun-il eating spaghetti in tears, I thought of it by myself.

Tick-tick-!

It was not long before time.

All 30 minutes promised by the grim reaper have passed.

She closed the door again, and the ghosts all returned to their original translucent form.

Except for Yumi, of course.

"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.

The grim reaper walked toward Park Gun-il.

In the quieted dining room, the clatter of her high heels rang blank.

Let's go again. Lion. I don't have any regrets. I'll pay for what I've done so far.

"Are you okay? Even if I go through the hell I've been through?"

Park Gun-il with a firm look jumped up.

The grim reaper smiled back.

Yes, it's okay. But now I know exactly what I did wrong. I know that the sin I committed was really something to fall into the pit of the underworld.

"Well, Mr. Park Gun-il. You know what? Hell is not always in the afterlife."

What do you mean by that?

The grim reaper who suddenly gives a mixed answer.

When a question mark popped up on Park Gun-il's face, she put her hand in her suit's inner pocket again and took something out.

What soon appeared was a large parchment of courtesy.

It was the same thing I used to sentence Park Gun-il.

"A place where sinners are paid for. Where a sinner punishes crimes that he or she has not admitted or that he or she has not cleared up. Such a place is the underworld. In other words."

Slurp~!

The grim reaper spread the parchment widely and grabbed it with both hands.

A day when I understood what she meant took a deep breath.

"Oh, I see. What is the Grim Reaper trying to say?"

"For Park Gun-il, the underworld may be a fire pit beyond that door, but right here. It could be this restaurant with your daughter.”

-Lion... -That means...….

"You have to thank your daughter. If your daughter didn't cook you spaghetti, if you didn't forgive your father, and if you didn't truly repent. Mr. Park Gun-il was in a fire pit of fire."

Therefore, you said you would judge the dead again for repenting sins.

The grim reaper began to read what was written on the parchment.

"Park Gun-il, the sinner. I have committed violence against my daughter and family, and I have committed crimes that I cannot do other than that."

"At the end of life, he repented all his sins, was forgiven by blood, and was decisively free from evil spirits."

"That's why I'm ruling. Park Gun-il, a sinner, must suffer in the afterlife for more than 100 years. You must enter a huge kiln in the hell of fire and atone for your sins in boiling oil."

"If in the kilns of oil a hundred years later all sins have been repented, then they will be given a chance to be reborn as a beauty. "But at this time, you must be born and serve as a creature that helps humans for more than 100 years.""But if you can really wash away all your sins afterwards. Only then will I be reborn as a human being.”

"Under the judgment of King Yeomra, the master of the underworld. The pilgrimage to the underworld is suspended."

The editorial was long, but the conclusion was one.

That Park Gun-il got one chance no matter what.

Of course, you have to fall into the afterlife.

The grim reaper spoke in a familiar calm manner, but it is a terrible thing to think about.

A big kiln in the hell of a fire hell. Suffer in boiling oil.

In addition, it is 100 years old.

It's a long time for a person to be born and die of longevity.

However, Park Kun-il was truly grateful for this punishment.

Thank you. Thank you! Thank you so much!

Park Gun-il said.

It's only natural that I get the punishment I deserve it.

Considering the pain you've caused others with your own hands, this is nothing.

100 years of hell and 100 years of this world.

It was Park Gun-il, who should have been punished for a total of 200 years, but it was still better than suffering from pilgrimage to the hell of the underworld for the rest of his life.

It was the moment when the mask of the demon he was wearing came off.

The grim reaper smiled at such Park Gun-il.

"You don't have to thank me."

That's right. Chef Haru, who has been a nuisance so far. Chef Choi Hanseok. And... Yumi. Thank you. I really appreciate it.

"I don't know. I. But it's better than pilgrimage to the underworld. But I'm giving you a chance.”

Park Gunil bowing down to people.

Obviously, it was the same person, but with such a sincere smile, people literally looked different.

Of course, that one misjudgment is the most significant punishment ever.

A really big punishment compared to the gangster boss's rebirth as a guide dog and being sentenced to commitment to a man.

But it was much better than going to hell without a commitment.

The afterlife is that I saw little room for renewal for Park Gun-il.

"I feel again that the power of food is truly great."

I'm glad to be a chef as well.

It was a day of reflection.

Park Gun-il walked into the open door again under the guidance of the grim reaper, not as before.

Say thank you to Haru and Yumi over and over again.

The door he passed was closed, and the restaurant was silent again.

The grim reaper walked to Yumi, who sighed, saying it was hard.

"So, how does it feel to be alive?"

"I'm refreshed. I'm relieved.”

"That's a good speaker. Yeah, well, Haru explained it to me a little bit. From now on, you'll be very grateful to Haru. Literally, I'm saving your life."

"That's what I'm doing now.”

Take this or take it. How did the Lord of the Underworld know everything and prepared it in advance.

The grim reaper took a watch from the inside pocket of his suit and put it on Yumi's wrist.

It was a wristwatch a little smaller than that of the day, but it seemed to be for women.

By the way, I can't believe you have a watch for women.

Did the King of the Underworld know that this would happen?

Even if it's right or not. You're a really scary person.

I thought so unconsciously when I saw Yumi's wristwatch, where the day was shining.

Slip.

The grim reaper, who swept his hair as if he were dying of tiredness, raised his right hand as if it were a greeting, and soon disappeared.

It was already a scene of daily life for Haru and Choi Han-seok, but Yumi rubbed her eyes several times as if she were dying of wonder and stared blankly at the place where the grim reaper disappeared."Isn't it interesting that the grim reaper comes and goes so quickly?"

"Actually, I don't even know if it's real yet. I feel like I'm dreaming. But it's really fascinating. The ghosts, the Grim Reaper."

"You shouldn't be surprised like that. There will be a lot more amazing things coming up.”

Yumi, who was listening to Haru, kept fiddling with the watch on her wrist as if she cared.

One day I knew that feeling very well.

The watch of the underworld, which allows people to live, was made of iron, and it was very cold.

As if I could die at any time.

It's a different touch from normal iron. It's not just cold but cool, but it's clear when you feel it.

Yumi probably feels that, too.

The day also reflected on it every day, feeling that cool.

Saying, "Death is really right next to us.

"When this watch runs out, you're going to die, right? If you cook food for ghosts and receive money, time will increase.”

"That's right. I have two clocks now, so I'll have to get my work busier. Oh, but don't worry. We have plenty of time anyway.”

I could think like this if I look at it easily.

With Yumi coming in, the consumption of time earned has doubled simply by thinking.

As a result, the day will be harder because there are more things to deal with.

But one day I didn't think so at all.

No, it was rather good from the bottom of my heart.

There were already so many things that the day had to bear that I couldn't even compare them to oral fairy tales.

It was impossible for one person to run two restaurants alone in the morning and evening.

At this rate, you may die of overwork before the end of your life.

Most of the days I truly thought this way.

But if there's Yumi.

If Yumi, the best sub-chef who even shares the same fate as herself and cooks, is perfect.

"I'm sorry, Chef Haru. Actually, I don't know if I can say I'm sorry. I think you're under a lot of pressure because of me.….”

Tik, tik, yumi, who was thinking about something, looked at the hands of the clock that kept flowing.

He opened his mouth with a look of determination and conviction.

"What do you mean pressure? Don't think so."

"No, please think so. No wonder, I'm going for an interview now.”

"Is it a oral fairy tale?"

"Dining heaven!"

Yumi shouts confidently with her arms out front.

Haru and Choi Han-seok looked at each other and smiled.

The day spoke in a playful voice.

"You know we're having a really tight interview at the table, right?”

"Of course, it's where Chef Haru is!"

"It's basic to be good at cooking, and you have to have a lot of experience. The menu changes every day, so I have to cook various dishes.”

"Then you'd like someone who's worked at all kinds of restaurants? Like me!"

"You have to get along with the main chef. The kitchen is rather small, but it's hard if the flow overlaps.”

"Oh, my God. What a coincidence. I still remember your sparkling eyes when we met at the special lecture last time. Oh, and I don't think many people are as interested in cooking as I am. Seriously!"

"And lastly. He's supposed to be someone who knows the little secret of our restaurant.….”

The day I said so far looked down at Yumi with pleasure.That time has doubled?

One day I didn't think so.

It's not doubling, it's doubling.

Investment, not just consumption.

Haru, and for the endless development of the table heaven. It is the best investment without risk.

With this guy.

If I could work in a table heaven with Yumi.

"Like me?"

"Yes, like Yumi."

Yumi laughed like a cat.

I felt like I could see a wobbly tail.

Haru reached out to Yumi politely.

Choi Han-seok greeted with a smirk.

"Welcome to the heaven's family on our table."

FYI, you can't take a leave of absence? I'm having a hard time with work here.

"Of course! Ugh, I'm so nervous. It's not enough to work at Chef Haru's restaurant, so I can't believe I can officially learn how to cook!”

"Don't you feel sorry for yourself? Still, three Michelin stars would be better than a local restaurant."

"Come on, don't tell me. I'm just an assistant 1 in oral fairy tales, but I'm a decent employee here! Besides, you're gonna catch up in no time anyway, right? oral fairy tale."

"Of course."

The interview ended in an instant.

I didn't even need to receive a resume or anything.

One day, I went through many things and learned a lot about Yumi.

"Well, shall we go to the market first? It's almost sunrise."

"Oh, of course! Oh, I'll carry the luggage!"

I stayed up all night, but I wasn't tired at all.

With Choi Han-seok, three people walked along the street where the morning sun rises.

The early morning market was already crowded.

The side of the day.