Four white rice cakes were collected in the cloth.


    Is this sticky rice cake?


    "Yes. I made it when Yumi was cooking. I can make it quickly because I use a microwave. I don''t know how it tastes. We''re going to take an important exam once in our lives, so we should stick together. Isn''t it?


    -Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. Yumi...….


    "Sowon, why are you crying again?"


    Crybaby bursted out again at the surprise gift.


    But this time, unlike before, my mouth was full of laughter.


    Thank you. I know it''s not enough to say thank you, but thank you.


    Saying so, Sowon stood at the door of the table heaven holding the grim reaper''s hand.


    Of course, hugging the glutinous rice cake given by the day.


    "Bye, stick tight, all right?"


    Yes, you have to get closer to him!


    "Well done. Come find me later if you think of me. I''ll make you something delicious."


    Goodbye. You did a great job.


    Starting with Yumi, Haru and Choi Han-seok came forward to see Sowon off.


    Sowon, who bowed her back again and again, paid for the meal in her hand.


    15 thousand won


    It was the price of a meal that Haru and Yumi paid at an amusement park Chinese restaurant earlier.


    Boom!


    As always, the door to the underworld and the underworld was closed, leaving the grim reaper behind.


    A wish that has become invisible.


    Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


    Today, the clock in heaven on the table turned upside down.


    Haru and Yumi have not checked how many laps they have now made.


    It was because there was enough time left, but I wondered what it had to do with what Sowon said.


    "President Haru."


    "Yes, Mr. Yumi."


    As I was resting in a chair, Yumi looked at the day.


    Haru also looked at her and made eye contact.


    "Thank you for today. For trusting me."


    Yumi laughed the happiest in the world.


    A day also passed with laughter, and it leaked out.


    "Thank you. For letting me believe it."


    Looking at those two, Choi Han-seok laughed as if he was speechless.


    Yes, young people have a lot of fun with each other kids have a lot of fun.


    Just as time went by so absentmindedly.


    Boom-! The door to the table heaven, which had been closed, opened again.


    Let''s make it more powerful.


    It was the Grim Reaper who appeared.


    "Huh? You''re back, aren''t you?"”


    "Yes, I''m back. Sowon sent it well, so don''t worry."


    "Did you leave anything behind?"


    "Well, I didn''t leave anything behind. The restaurant is open until 3 o''clock. Time to shut your ears, right?"


    "That''s true, though.


    The day suddenly turned its head and looked at the clock. I had about 30 minutes left until 3 o''clock.


    "May I do something for you?"


    "No, I don''t need anything grand. Just give me a quick drink."


    "Something spicy?"


    "Then it''s perfect."


    As expected, the grim reaper did not seem to like the tangsuyuk and jajangmyeon earlier.


    One day, I ran to a nearby convenience store and bought frozen spicy tripe and spicy chicken feet.


    These days, convenience store late-night snacks are so popular that you can just buy them, put chili peppers, garlic, and onions, and stir-fry them well.


    "It smells good."


    "I made it spicy. Oh, I''ll give you rice balls and steamed eggs, so you can have them together."Chewy spicy tripe and chewy spicy chicken feet.


    Gopchang was eaten with mayonnaise tuna rice balls on top of an onion, and chicken feet tasted great when wrapped in yangban laver.


    When your mouth is burning up, pour in a glass of soju, and blow in the steamed egg.


    "Wow!"


    "You eat well."


    "I told you so. I wanted to eat something delicious.”


    It''s a taste that makes you drink.


    It was not known whether it was because of the snacks or for other reasons, but the grim reaper seems to have been very hungry for alcohol today.


    I drank four bottles of soju alone while all the snacks were sold out.


    Anyway, Haru and Yumi had to deal with an unscheduled grim reaper.


    But the untimely guest looked so happy, it wasn''t boring.


    That night passed by like that.


    It''s been a few days in Seoul. It was the day the moon rose very big.


    * * *


    "Hey, you look really good today. It''s really good!"


    "Are you feeling better?"


    "It''s not all right, is it? This duck bulgogi. This. He''s just a rice thief. It keeps going in. Give me another bowl of rice!"


    "Huh, I''ll bring it to you right away!"


    Lunch time in heaven on the ever-crowded table.


    Today''s official menu in heaven was duck bulgogi, and the response of the regular customer who visited the restaurant several times a week was quite good.


    He said he had a small stomach from the beginning, and he was in his 30s eating just one bowl of rice no matter how delicious it was.


    Very occasionally, I only ate two bowls of delicious food.


    So when he added rice, it meant that the cooking of the day was really, really successful.


    "That''s a lot of rice, isn''t it? And I didn''t add a fried egg."


    "It''s a service! Sir!"


    Thanks to this, Yumi''s corners of her mouth were completely hung from her ears.


    This is because Yumi made duck bulgogi, today''s main menu, from beginning to end.


    Previously, Yumi often made menus for the Heavenly Ceremony, but most of them were sub-cooks, not main dishes.


    Like egg rolls. Like a fish pancake. Chewy noodles on the side of pork cutlet.


    But one day, I felt that Yumi had changed a lot since Sowon was Holy Father.


    As much as you''ve grown up. No, just in case, Yumi has grown beyond that.


    As a person, and as a chef.


    That''s why I started giving Yumi the main dish every few days.


    The reason was simple.


    For Yumi who grew up a lot, I thought the stage of table heaven might be too small.


    Of course, Yumi really jumped around and liked it, but one day, she couldn''t stop feeling sorry.


    Now, Yumi''s skills are increasing to the point where she can leave the main person at ease, and even her long-time regular customers are acknowledging it by raising their thumbs.However, the limitations that can be done in heaven on the table must have come.


    It was all the more obvious because I felt the limitations.


    "You have to grow up for me to grow up."


    Yumi called Haru "CEO," but Haru felt that the two were complementary.


    Simply put, it''s a relationship that goes up together.


    So one day I had more worries.


    I couldn''t conclude, but I felt a little bit.


    That the time is slowly approaching."Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm."


    "Well, can I get some duck bulgogi here? Oh, with rice. It''s so delicious."


    "Oh, of course! Please wait a little longer. I''ll bring you plenty of bulgogi and rice!"


    As expected, Yumi''s works sold very well here and there today.


    Eventually, with 20 minutes left before the break time, all the ingredients prepared were run out, so customers had to quit in advance.


    While expressing his sincere apologies to the guests who could not eat, Yumi''s laughter did not go away.


    "Let''s start eating. Mr. Yumi."


    "Yes, sir!"


    * * *


    "Yumi, what have you been watching?"


    "Oh, this is SNS. It''s been a while since we started, but more and more people are watching."


    A break time after lunch.


    Thanks to Yumi, all the ingredients were sold out and there was a lot of break time today.


    As I ate a bowl of bibim-guksu for lunch and cut an apple for dessert, Yumi has been eyeing her cell phone for a while.


    It''s the same with the past, too. I''m almost interested in the internet and SNS. It was a day without information, so I strangely looked at it.


    "SNS? What kind of SNS is that?"


    "It''s just, like, I''ve been practicing alone at home. Today''s table. I cooked in heaven. It''s an account that posts things like that."


    "Oh, you have 500 followers? Isn''t this a lot?"


    "Ay, 500 is a very small number. A lot of people are like this, thousands, thousands. Oh, someone clicked like!"


    Yumi''s finger that immediately responds to the alarm.


    I was looking at people''s comments and likes with a smile and soon closed my mouth.


    "What do you have?"


    "Well, that''s good. There''s a comment for the one who pressed it.”


    "Friend? Didn''t you just say you know him on social media?"


    "Most of them are. There are a few kids I knew when I was in school and haven''t lost touch with yet. Well, most people just like each other without any conversation. There''s a comment today.


    I heard that Yumi was a friend who was close to her when she was a high school student.


    As school ended, we naturally lost contact, but we were vaguely connected.


    In short, he was a friend who was like, ''Hey, you should eat sometime!''


    But suddenly, there was a comment. That''s even.


    "Gasp!"


    "Why, why. Ugh, this is so interesting. What happened this time?"


    "Well, I mean. My friend says he''s in front of the restaurant. I came by because I had work here. They came to see me. Now, I mean, uh?!"


    Yumi''s eyes moved very slowly from her cell phone to the main gate of Table Heaven.


    And it was soon discovered.


    A friend who is waving at himself at the door as hard as he is for years.


    "Oh, Ye-young!"


    Yumi jumped to her feet in surprise.


    "Yes, it is! 3rd grade, 2nd class, 29th Lee Ye-young!


    When I went out the door and shouted happily, a friend called Ye-young reached out his palm.


    I gave him a high five.


    "Yes, Lee Yu-mi, class 2, class 19! Long time no see. How have you been?”


    "You''re really here to eat.”


    "You told me to come and eat, didn''t you? They post pictures of food that looks so delicious every day at the restaurant. I''m not supposed to be able to stand it."


    It was awkward and awkward since I met him after a few years.But maybe it was good, there was pink air between the two.


    "Well, Mr. Haru."


    Yumi, who set up Ye-young next to her, turned her head carefully and looked at the day.


    I knew it without saying what it meant.


    I was almost done with the apple.


    "You said you didn''t eat, did you? Come on in. The break time started 30 minutes earlier today, so let''s start the afternoon business 30 minutes earlier. What?"


    "Thank you, boss!"


    "Oh, thank you, too. Then I''m your first guest in the afternoon."


    "Welcome to Table Heaven."


    Two people entering the restaurant excitedly.


    Thinking that I met a new relationship like this, Haru, who entered the kitchen, wore an apron.


    It was time to cook.