Gulp.


    A day swallowed a dry saliva.


    It wasn''t just one day I was nervous.


    Yumi and Choi Hanseok. All three looked fine on the surface, but inside they must be thinking about all sorts of things.


    Until Yeom-ra comes, 5 minutes to go! You''re ready, aren''t you?


    "Five minutes!"


    "I''m ready for now. I don''t know if the food you mentioned will be this good.”


    "Because you said Korean food. I hope it suits your taste."


    The food that Yeomra asked through the Grim Reaper...… wasn''t specific today either.


    Just, Korean food. Anything.


    From the perspective of restaurant management, this is probably the most difficult order in the world. Anything.


    Of course, Haru was worried because he was a guest, but after searching the Internet called the sea of information, he agreed to cook with buckwheat, which he said was his favorite ingredient.


    Buckwheat noodles were representative, but Yeomra made me banquet noodles last time. Let''s move on.


    Choi Han-seok''s idea of making mukbap with buckwheat noodles seemed very good, so he made it so.


    Buy quality buckwheat and stir-fry it yourself, grind it in the mill, and make it into rock...….


    Since it was a dish that requires a lot of work, the official menu of heaven became buckwheat rice.


    Although the menu was a little unpopular, there was no one who disliked it, so I was expecting that it would enjoy the salt.


    For reference, the ghosts quickly ate rice and alcohol when they heard that the underworld was coming, and quickly ran away 30 minutes before the door was closed.


    According to the grim reaper, ghosts do not faint when they meet the underworld, but Mukbap was a day when I saw ghosts slurping and eating deliciously even though they were scared.


    Anyway, thanks to that, I was able to prepare comfortably and it was almost time.


    "There''s only a few seconds left."


    Tick, knock!


    The moment when the second hand, which was moving each and every needle at the right speed, touched the exact moment, whether it knows the minds of complex people.


    -Chirring!


    And then.


    A cool wind blew from somewhere, and for a moment, the lights of the entire table heaven went out once and then came back on.


    The front door of the restaurant opened and the hanging bell moved and made a sound.


    In front of him, I noticed two dolls that I was used to to to a certain extent.


    The grim reaper, of course, is bowing politely. And someone next to him.


    "You''re here, Mr. Underworldly. I''ve been waiting for you."


    "Ki, I''ve been waiting for you!"


    Thank you for coming to our humble restaurant.


    Members of Table Heaven, who say hello one by one.


    Yeomra''s appearance was no different from before.


    He was really tall, middle-aged, and a neutral appearance that I couldn''t tell if it was a man or a woman.


    However, unlike the past, when he wore something like a loose-fitting garb and hanbok, he looked a little comfortable this time.


    Of course, it was made of silk that looked like hundreds of years ago.


    Squeeze!


    I felt something on the left hand of the day as I greeted Yeom-ra slowly.


    When I lowered my head and checked, Yumi, standing next to me, held her hand tightly.Even a little nervous.


    It''s not the first time I''ve seen Yeomra, but I wonder if I still have a little bit of fear in the past.


    The day I thought I couldn''t help it whispered softly.


    Don''t worry. You know he''s nicer than I thought.


    ''Well, still.''


    It''s okay. I''ll be there for you. Relax. I think you''re just a customer. It''s something you always do, isn''t it?''


    Yumi nods instead of answering.


    He took a few deep breaths to see if it helped, and soon returned with a clearly calmed look.


    As soon as the day seemed to smile, the underworld was just around the corner.


    "You''ve prepared a lot. Clean up the restaurant. They''ve arranged it neatly."


    "Because you''re a guest renting a restaurant. We wanted to provide you with a better service."


    "Well, that''s right. I''m here as a guest today. By the way, did you say Yumi? You look much better than you did last time."


    "Go, thank you! President Haru is such a good cook. Because the restaurant is doing well...….”


    "You look happy. That''s fine. Well, I think it''s a good idea to help Yumi.”


    Yeom-ra smiled in front of Yumi, and Yumi laughed it off, but a drop of cold sweat flowed on her back.


    Yeomra, who trudged along with the grim reaper, sat at the table in the center of the restaurant.


    A day quickly rolled up two bowls of rice with rock, and made a pancake using buckwheat flour.


    As soon as Yumi served the food and side dishes quickly, Yeom-ra let a smile out satisfactorily.


    "Well, buckwheat rice and buckwheat pancakes. Ghosts love buckwheat. That''s how you investigated it?"


    "Oh, right. I looked up the materials and found out that I like buckwheat."


    "Actually... it''s half right and half wrong. Not all ghosts like buckwheat, but only goblins like buckwheat. Ghosts don''t really like food, they just like what they used to like when they were alive."


    "You were a goblin. I''m sorry, my investigation is insufficient."


    "Don''t say that. Isn''t there a limit to how much research a living person does? And it''s been a while since I had Muk and Jeonbyeong. I just wanted to eat it. And it''s my favorite kind of mukbap."


    Slurp!


    Yeomra, who tasted a spoonful of soup with a spoon, smiled satisfactorily.


    You may think that mukbap is all the same, but there are actually many kinds.


    Two big ones.


    It can be divided into traditional rock rice and modern rock rice.


    First of all, Mukbap, which is familiar to most people, is of course modern.


    There''s only one difference, broth.


    Modern mukbap uses cold noodle broth on the market.


    There is a house that sometimes adds dongchimi broth, but in reality, it is common to bring the broth of cold noodles and use it as it is.


    It is convenient to think that the garnish goes up more in naengmyeon and there is muk instead of noodles.


    But what about the traditional food?


    "There aren''t a lot of places these days that make this kind of mukbap. Anchovies and kelp...…. I bought other vegetables and boiled them down."


    "That''s right. The underworld used to say that. I didn''t think the taste of food would change even if Gangsan changes, but everything has changed these days. I heard you were surprised because it tasted completely different from what you know when you bought a bowl of rice with rock last time. Why don''t you ask Mr. Haru to do it? You know, they say no because they''re sorry, right?"The Grim Reaper?”


    "When did I say that? You''re so...….”


    Unlike usual, the grim reaper, who was always whispering, opened his mouth for the first time, said a word coyly, and began to eat silently again.


    That''s right. Traditional mukbap is convenient when you think of banquet noodle broth.


    Vegetables, anchovies, and kelp base.


    After boiling the ingredients that taste good, pour the steamy broth and eat it hot.


    That''s the traditional rice soup recipe.


    Yeomra seemed to like the food of the day very much.


    "Well, I can''t. I was just going to eat before I leave.”


    "Lord of the Underworld? No way...….”


    "I''ll have a drink. It''s a holiday today, isn''t it? It''s not even business hours, so don''t be too tight."


    He put down his spoon and chopsticks, saying it was unbearable, and soon put his hand in his wide hanbok sleeves.


    And then, like the grim reaper, he takes something out of it.


    I stared at him thinking what was going on, and it was nothing but a bottle of makgeolli.


    It''s a design that Haru or Yumi has never seen before.


    Yeomra looked at Haru and Yumi and talked.


    "May I have a drink?”


    "Oh, of course. It''s okay. If you had told us, we would have brought it up."


    "No matter how much alcohol I drink, I don''t get drunk. This is makgeolli made by the Great Dam of Hwatang Hell in our underworld. It can be called the masterpiece of the underworld...Would you like to have a taste of …?"


    Another huge thing came out casually.


    What do you mean, makgeolli made by the Great Master of the Underworld?


    Haru and Yumi were dumbfounded, but there was someone else who was interested.


    Oh, then can I have a drink?


    "Of course. Can you bring me a glass? It doesn''t taste good if you drink alone. The underworld doesn''t drink this because it''s good for people."


    Ahaha, that''s possible. Then I''ll get you the glass right away!


    Choi Han-seok, who was slowly reading the room, suddenly hit and left.


    Is it interesting to hear that it is the masterpiece of the underworld?


    When he took two cups of makgeolli, Yeomra opened the bottle.


    There was makgeolli in a long-mouthed jar that you''d only see in a historical drama.


    Sealed with red silk thread and with a seal written "Hwatang Hell" in the center, it really seemed to be the liquor of the underworld.


    "Let''s have just one drink each today. I have something to tell you.”


    Flop!


    When the white liquor was poured a little, Yeomra took a sip first.


    "Hmm. I knew it."


    Yumra frowns pleasantly and smiles as if she likes it.


    Does the king of the underworld drink alcohol?


    Choi Han-seok, who carefully took the glass in front of his eyes and smelled the sniff, soon opened his mouth.


    -Wow.


    The look on his face that looks absolutely startled.


    He soon turned his head after thinking for a while.


    Haru!


    "Yes, yes, chef?"


    Come here. I think you should drink this.


    "Me?"


    Don''t talk to me. Hurry up!


    As the day rushed, Choi Han-seok carefully offered a drink.


    The liquor that glides into it. Let''s smell it carefully.


    "Huh?"


    At the moment, he doubted his nose.


    He had worked as a chef for years and was confident that his sense of smell and taste was developed in his own way, but now this was different.


    A scent that can never be felt in ordinary alcohol.


    The scent of everything on the ground smelled as if it had been tightly compressed in this sip.''This is the drink of the underworld...….’


    The ark itself was different from the usual liquor now sold in the liquor store in Bapsang Heaven.


    It was fine to say something completely different.


    At this point, I could see why Choi Han-seok called him.


    Since Yeomra said let''s take a sip each, she wanted to taste this to Haru, not herself.