Have a Meal Before You Go

Echo is in a suit.

The hair is combed so neatly that the sheen is cut off. Then he walked, grumbling in the back of his pack.

Over there.

In front of your eyes is a lump of ripening flesh. This is Hanwoo. That's also Epic Hanwoo!

- Hanwoo, it's delicious!

Cooking was a helmet with a cooking hat and white cooking clothes.

Cheolho grew a beard and had a mustache, which was very unusual. He's all bent and talking, but Echo doesn't like it for nothing! I screamed.

Make it again!

Chulho said with a tear.

But, sir, you haven't even tried it!

- I can smell this body! This meat is rotten! It's rotten!

Wa-dang-tang!

Echo kicks the burning meat with his bare feet.

I felt refreshed.

Echo reaches out, smiling.

The car waiting in the suit next to you politely gives out cigarettes. Echo asked it in his mouth. Khan opens his fingers and makes a flame to light my cigar.

- My Lord, you will be late for your dinner with Lise.

Khan politely said. Indeed, Lise, who was wearing a beautiful dress on the other side, was walking again in high heels.

- Hmm, shall we?

Echo walks away with Lise.

Chulho, who was left alone, sat down and cried.

- Ow, Master, you're so mean.......

Every time Cheolho's white cookware moves, there is a sound. Bashrack, Bashrack, Bashrack.

.

“....... ”

Echo opens his eyes. And I knng, and I stole his nose. Obviously, it was a dream. She scratches behind her ear and turns around. I usually don't wake up this time of year, but I did.

Fluffy!

It's because there's something crumbling on the other side of the room.

Kitchen side.

Of course, it was a very small sound, a small sound that could not be felt even if it weren't for some sort of superior Awakening.

Knng, knng.

Smell it.

I felt a slight frown. There was someone on the side of the kitchen who smelled it several times before.

“What?”

Echo raises his head, a small murmur.

In Echo's eyes, he sat by the window of the room and looked up at the sky.

Nowadays, it was quite hot, so the windows were rather open and sleeping.

Ironically, there was a bright night sky through the open window. There was an embroidered star above the sky, and the moon shined brightly and was truly stunning.

Chulho was looking at the sky beyond that window.

“....... ”

He always seemed lonely.

I don't know what's going on, and I'm always a few steps ahead of myself. He probably knows what he's thinking.

Even if he comes back with a big accident, even if he does crazy things, he will pass over with a smile.

He was, you know, different from what he was thinking.

Infinitely strong to the strong, infinitely weak to the weak.

Echo had a strange philosophy. I couldn't understand. But I stopped understanding him long ago.

“Hmm?"

Suddenly, Chulho turns to Echo. Echo points his finger across the room.

Cheolho shakes his head, smiling bloody.

It's no big deal, it just means to grow up again. Echo thought about it quietly.

He's awake, and his share will probably never last.

Echo baked steam for a long time yesterday. It was the work of putting oil on the steam and baking it into World Water Charcoal, which was really hard.

So Cheolho promised to roast Han Woo tomorrow morning. It was sold at a very expensive price to the market a while ago and said it tasted very good.

Echo closed his eyes with an anticipated mind.

* * *

The next day.

Echo scratches his stomach and opens the refrigerator door. And I tilted my head. Soon, I searched the place again. There's no need to search like this.

Nothing.

Nothing!

I haven't looked it up many times!

Echo went out to the burinake table, casually looking at the newspaper and yelling at Chulho while drinking his morning coffee.

“Cheolho!”

“Why?”

“Nothing!”

“What.”

“About Han Woo! ”

“Really?"

Cheolho lowers the newspaper, smiling in relief.

“I see.”

Echo wrapped his hands around my head as if it were absurd.

“Right, what? How can you be like that? I've been waiting all morning for this body to wear out! ”

Cheolho opened the subspace.

“Qasim.”

“Yes, Steelho! ”

Qasim's head stands out, looking very happy. Qasim's face has become clearer lately. It seemed like it was thanks to my friends in the sub-space a while ago.

“Bring me the meat I told you to keep there. ”

“Yes!”

Kasim brings a lump of meat, spreading out. Chulho takes it and heads to the kitchen. Echo's face quickly loosened.

And like a dog that follows behind its master, he asked, following behind Cheolho.

“That's the guy from last night, right? ”

“....... ”

“You smell like Dark Elves. But I think he's hurt. It smelled like blood. ”

“Leave it alone. ”

“What?"

Chulho shakes his head, smiling bitterly.

“Let it go, for now. ”

From that night on, Chulho used to leave one or two food on the table for no reason.

One day the dumplings, one day the bread, the ham, sometimes the sweet potatoes.

.

Eugene rubs his tired eyes and looks out the window. The presidential suite at the top of the association shows amazing views every day.

Sunny city!

If you look at the city, he can move again.

Not now, of course.

I saw a lot of work, and I couldn't drink more than a few cups of coffee from yesterday. No matter how hard I tried, I never felt energized.

I needed an energy station.

“Rawr!”

He stands up with his gray hair tied tightly.

At that time, even if you don't have any appetite, you should give something delicious to eat.

A long time ago, I heard of a famous restaurant between the Guardians and the First Awakenings, including Magchang.

It's run by a young boss, and it has two legends.

The first is the youngest child in the house.

How cute it is. If you look at it, you will have to go again.

The second is his wife.

At one time, there was a theory that he was not a wife, but a brother, and the claim that he was a wife and a younger brother was a glorious conflict.

“Let's take a look at that rumored restaurant. ”

Eugene opened the door of the presidential suite in a light jacket and stepped out.

It's 5: 30 in the morning.

A very early hour when street restaurants won't open. But if there's one restaurant open at this time, it's the only one there.

* * *

As soon as I walked into the rice house, I saw a little white baby girl walking around.

The baby was so drunk, he closed his eyes and fell head on the bathroom door and applied it behind him.

Babies that were that age could cry, but the baby was different. I lay back, fell asleep again, and started snoring. In her pajamas was a picture of a chick.

Eugene raised the baby gently. Yes, the infamous child must be right. Eugene stroked the baby's head slightly.

Cheolho looked at a customer who had visited the restaurant.

This is the first man to come to the diner. Maybe he doesn't know Chulho, but Chulho knows him very well.

It was Eugene, chairman of the association. He was extremely tired.

“Oh, my child is sleeping on the floor again. ”

“Greetings.”

“Welcome. ”

Eugene put out a tangerine with a good smile and sat at the table.

It was a plain yet shabby structure, as I had heard. Probably the oldest house in the area.

Cheolho told Eugene.

“Today's menu has not been set yet. So today in particular, I want to make you what you want. ”

“Yes?”

Eugene thought again about this unexpected situation.

The dark circles beneath the eyes are now almost down to the chin. I couldn't sleep, and the stitches came out very full.

Is that it?

I felt bitter and had absolutely no taste.

“Hmm.......”

He is troubled.

From thinking about the menu, I was already confused when I thought about sleeping. It's hard to get a good night's sleep these days.

I woke up after just an hour or two, and I felt sleepy when I lay down tired.

“I don't know…… I've been struggling with my appetite lately. Honestly, I want to have a drink and go to sleep. ”

Eugene answered honestly. Wrinkles on his forehead.

Sleep deprivation, chronic fatigue. ’

Chulho smiles bitterly at him.

I've been there, too, unlike anyone else.

It's a strange thing to think about.

Humans find alcohol when faced with a problem. But in most cases, drinking is not the answer.

Cheolho lightly nodded his head and entered the kitchen.

Then I started making stew.

Although it's summertime in Bahá 'h, you can eat any stew that gently soothes your insides and makes you hot.

I'm thinking about making a creamy stew that is not as big as the morning and the first bite.

Cheolho melted a pot full of butter made of milk from another pot and began to melt. The butter melted while teeth, teeth, and butter melted. A rich and pungent aroma! Hook! It was spicy.

The smell of melted butter smelled really good, so Cheolho spread the melted butter evenly on the front of the pot with a frozen smile.

Then I put the chopped onion in and started stir-frying. When the onion is deeply stir-fried and browned and sweet, sprinkle some flour and stir it again, then pour the milk of another pot on top.

When the milk of about half a pot or pot is full, boil it as it is.

Lately, the dressing has grown a lot, and there is also a lot of milk. Thanks to this, the refrigerator was always stocked with milk from Cow Hall, cheese and butter made from it.

Bring your arms to a boil and reduce them to a pinch of fire. The stew is finished by slicing the World Water Leaf finely, then salt it with the tears of the sea and pepper it.

Cheolho turned his eyes to the boiling potato pot next to the stew pot.

Open the lid. It smelled like cooked potatoes.

Chulho crushed the crust of the ripe potatoes. If you add a little stew and crush it, it becomes thick and soft mashed potatoes.

By the way.

There were few guests in this restaurant, but it seems like all the great Humans of this age are gathering somehow.

It's good to have people together. They live with their own suffering, their own sadness, their own joy. When I saw them, I used to think that Chulho was alive.

Carry the two menus out to the table.

Eugene sought to see if the menu that Chulho gave without saying anything would spoil him. He took a little stew and put it in his mouth.

If the existing cream stew was moist and thick, the current cream stew was light and refreshing. Like the early summer weather, it was light and fresh.

“Hmm?"

The slow spoon sped up a bit.

Within.

Eugene's spoon was busy moving. I liked the mashed potatoes as soft as cream, and I liked the crisp and spicy stew.

The face of Eugene, who had eaten quickly, was revitalized.

“I'll live a little. ”

“Is that so?"

Eugene stood up with his head tilted. I was curious about the recipe for flavor.

I feel a little better in my head full of complex things. I felt pretty good because I felt quite refreshed.

“Typically, what time do you open? ”

“A couple of o'clock in the morning. If you come when you feel comfortable, it will be open at the right time. ”

“Ah.”

I like this restaurant. Even though Cheolho asked for $3 million, Eugene who forcibly pushed out a $10 bill was able to move joyfully like a brick.

Suddenly, I looked up at the sky.

There were many clouds in the sky. Perhaps it will rain again tonight.

< Are you eating? > End

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