"……Huh?"


    It was such a fleeting moment, to close and open my eyes.


    It seemed that the film was cut off at the moment and at the same time, it seemed like I slept well and woke up.


    But when I came to my senses, the glass was completely empty.


    I drank all of this.


    That alone seemed certain.


    "What, does it taste good?"


    "It''s... .. I actually lost my mind the moment I tasted it. So I don''t know the exact taste. I''m so sorry."


    It was a day when I knew it was so precious that I couldn''t even dream of it, so I decided to sincerely apologize.


    But Yeom-ra always smiles with the same expression.


    "I gave it to you with some knowledge, so don''t worry too much."


    "But I can still feel the taste in my mouth. It''s sweet, sour, salty, spicy, and I think it has all the flavors of the world."


    "Of course. I used all the ingredients in the world to make it.”


    "……What?"


    "It''s nothing. By the way, I''ve had a drink of the underworld silk, which will help you a little in your life."


    As expected, Yeomra didn''t really bring out the drink for no reason.


    Perhaps Choi Han-seok realized something similar and handed over the drink to Haru.


    Yeomra always spoke vaguely.


    I didn''t know if he was enjoying it or if he was originally. Still, it was clear that this drink was unusual.


    I can''t believe alcohol helps Haru. How?


    I was madly curious, but I didn''t bother asking.


    Because the underworld didn''t tell me. Then I can''t ask for a day. That''s what hospitality is about.


    "Thank you. Thank you for the drink."


    "It was a nice meal for me."


    To what extent it really tasted, the underworld quickly emptied the whole bowl.


    He stole some tissues from the table and turned his chair slightly to Harune''s side.


    ''Well, don''t tell me you just came to eat.’


    I was expecting that the main point was not a meal.


    Sure enough. His expression changed one step more seriously.


    "First of all, I''m here today for a meal purpose, but I''d like to ask you a favor."


    It''s something the underworld wants to come and ask for in personally.


    I couldn''t imagine what a grotesque request it would be.


    "The underworld? Bring me the one you prepared."


    "Yes, my lord."


    The grim reaper, who bowed his head, soon held out three neatly organized files to everyone.


    [A small practice for a clean and clear transfer!] It was a file season with a title that looked like a public service advertisement. The content was not much different from the title.


    The point was this.


    "Good Butterfly Effect...….”


    "I mean, if I help someone a little, the practice gets bigger and bigger, which means I''m helping a lot more people. Is that so?"


    "That''s right. We don''t have to go far away right now, we can tell just by looking at the relationship between Choi Han-seok and Haru. You get it, right? A bowl of samgyetang."


    The words immediately nodded my head.


    It was a coincidence, and it was inevitable. The reason why Choi Han-seok volunteered to make samgyetang at the nursery school where he spent a day.


    In conclusion, however, the relationship that began with a bowl of samgyetang has now led to the heaven on the table.


    "I''ve been thinking about it for a long time. Like the precedent of two people now. There are so many opportunities in this world that you can save lives of so many people with so little motivation."Of course, most of them fail very sadly.


    The expression of Yeom-ra with these words seemed a little sad.


    "That''s too bad. I wish it had been a little more direct coincidence. That''s all I was thinking...…. We just started delivering food from heaven, didn''t we? That gave me a good idea."


    "Does the Lord of the Underworld personally order delivery?”


    "If you say so, it would be similar. Of course, my order will be more direct and complicated. Oh, it should contain the order you want to give today. Would you like to read it?”


    Haru, Yumi, and Choi Han-seok, who quickly turned the file back at Yeomra''s words.


    Almost on the back page there was really an order-related part.


    The place is, huh? Baby Angel Nursery? This is a nursery school, too.


    "The deadline is a month. Deliver warm fried chicken to a child named ''Kim Hyun-myung'' at the baby angel nursery.


    "It''s very similar to what Haru told you before, right? At the nursery school, of course, samgyetang was changed to chicken. Still."


    Delivery as if reviewing Haru''s meeting with Choi Han-seok.


    When the two looked at Yeom-ra with suspicious eyes, he opened his mouth as if he had waited.


    "That''s a kid I''ve been eyeing for a long time. Although I''m having a hard time at nursery school now...He has the potential to become a doctor who helps many people in the future. He has a very nice soul."


    "If I deliver the chicken. Do you mean he can be a doctor?"


    "Yes, that would be a doctor who could save a lot of people. In conclusion, a chicken of Haru saves hundreds of lives.”


    "Well... it''s delivery. What the Lord of the Underworld wants us to do."


    "Is it worth it? At the same time, the only one in the world. It''s something only you can do with your feet in the afterlife and the world."


    There is no reason not to accept a day like this.


    I''ve already owed two big debts to the underworld and the underworld. And as a cook, there was no reason to refuse.


    I didn''t want anything in return.


    As if Choi Han-seok didn''t give Haru a warm hand for the price.


    But the underworld wasn''t a pushover.


    "I think I''ll ask you to do this from time to time. What do you want as a reward?”


    As expected, it came out again.


    The same question she used to give Haru a talisman.


    What do you want?


    One day I answered immediately.


    "The reward is... okay. I''ve been indebted to Chef Choi Han-seok for the rest of my life. I''m just grateful you''ve given me this precious opportunities like this opportunity."


    "As expected, you have a talent for speaking beautifully. But you can''t do that. If there''s something to go, there''s something to come. It''s the law of the underworld. So tell me."


    What you need. What do you want?


    A day''s agony was not long.


    "There are still many ghosts in the table heaven who have not been holy."


    "Well, yes. There were about 15 people there?"


    "That''s right, and most of them don''t even have a clue about Hahn. They''re just waiting for fate to reach and find a clue to their memory."


    "The underworld posted a report like that a long ago. That''s about thirty percent of the ghosts that are wandering around the world right now."


    "I want to help them more. Even a little bit more direct. I want the ghosts, who are so faint that they even give up hope, to get back at least a fragment of their memories.""Mr. Haru."


    "Yes, my lord."


    "That word now. Do you know it''s against the laws of the underworld? Asking ghosts who wander around the world to regain their memories. In a way, it could be a request to turn the underworld upside down."


    In a moment, the atmosphere of the underworld changed completely.


    She used to talk so softly that she could not realize that she was the king, but now she feels pressure beyond words.


    One day I was looking under her feet with my head slightly down.


    It is also to show a polite attitude, but I couldn''t bring myself to raise my head.


    What kind of expression does Yeom-ra have now? I''m sure he''s smiling.


    That''s why I was more afraid. Because I didn''t know what he was gonna do.


    But that atmosphere didn''t last long.


    "Well, I''m already speechless at a time when the Great King has come down to this world.”


    "……thank you."


    "All right, I''ll do that for you. Help the ghosts find their memories. It''s not a difficult request. You''re okay, aren''t you''re fine.


    Smiling and turning around, Yeom-ra found the grim reaper who was taking a step back.


    Standing unusually polite, she answered a little curtly.


    "No matter what I say, I know you''ll proceed."


    "I know. I know, but I''m asking. Sometimes formal matters, don''t you think?”


    Soon after, Yeom-ra, who put her hand in the hanbok sleeve dance, took a small bottle out of it.


    It looked like a spice bottle used frequently in any restaurant.


    The four sides were made of glass, and the Chinese character "(" was embedded in the center.


    "It''s a spice bottle. There''s a little salt inside."


    "I''m sure it''s not ordinary salt.


    "Of course. Try using it little by little in the future. If the dish is related to a forgotten memory, it will come to mind."


    There is no dish in the world that doesn''t use salt," he added.


    Salt that reminds me of cooking memories. That''s just what I needed a day to be.


    Wouldn''t it be much easier to help ghosts who have completely forgotten their resentment?


    However, there was one problem.


    The spice jar itself was very small in the first place, and the amount was really small.


    I think I''ll use it up if I spray it five or six times.


    "Every time you help me deliver, I''ll be filled with salt in the spice jar. Think of it as my own reward."


    "Thank you for your precious gift."


    "I''m just grateful that you''ve helped me a lot with the work of the underworld.”


    After finishing work, Yeom-ra organized her clothes to go back to the underworld.


    Just as the grim reaper stood in front of the door of the table heaven and opened the door to the underworld.


    Hold on. If you don''t mind, I''d like to ask you a question.


    "What is it?"


    Choi Han-seok, who was still in the corner of the hall, stopped Yeom-ra.


    -The underworld... -I thought it wasn''t just a place to save people. Why is the king of the underworld trying to save people? May I ask you.


    And soon, he asked a question that destroyed everything so far.


    It was simple.


    Why? Why does Yeomra do this?


    The grim reaper once told Haru this before.


    The underworld is basically a place to judge sinners.


    Yeomra basically doesn''t help humans directly, and it can''t.


    There''s something he can''t do, even with his formidable status as the king of the underworld.The memory of thinking so was still vivid.


    Therefore, Choi Han-seok''s question was quite natural in a way.


    Why does he do such a thing.


    The underworld just smiled as usual.


    "Looking at the way things are going these days. At this rate, I''m going to lose my job."