Scratching his head, he opened his mouth as if nothing happened to Bonam.
"No, it''s not that I''m having a hard time.….”
The two soon talked a lot.
The ice cream that I brought for dessert is melting down.
It started with a small story, but there was only one conclusion.
Bonam wanted to stay in heaven on the table, but he hasn''t decided yet, and Haru asked him to invite his father to the restaurant soon.
Of course, everything didn''t go as fast as I thought.
It took a whole week just to contact the baby angel nursery and discuss the schedule for chicken service, and it took three more days for Bonam to make up his mind and contact his father.
It''s a matter of course.
It''s a small restaurant job with a group, and Bonam spent most of his life together.
It was like a burnt frying pan to wipe out the relationship.
But time solved it for me.
As the days went by, Bonam seemed to be comfortable as if he had put down some weight of his heart.
Not to mention that Ye-young also felt lighthearted when he became comfortable.
Nothing''s been completely resolved yet. Still, the original atmosphere of the table heaven was slowly returning.
Maybe everything will be fine at this rate. I didn''t know everyone was thinking that.
I thought that time was more effective than the spice of the underworld given by Yeomra.
Slowly, but surely.
* * *
[Our table heaven is closed for XX/XX days.]
[Reason: Chicken Delivery for Baby Angels]
Ten o''clock in the evening when all the guests left.
Yumi, who posted a notice in front of the restaurant''s door as an errand for a day, stretched coolly.
Haru, who was breathing over a cup of coffee for a while, made eye contact with Yumi.
"Oh, Yumi. Did you put it on?”
"Yes, yes. Ugh, it''s a real hit. It''s like going to the baby angel nursery school to volunteer. Bonam''s father is supposed to be here at midnight today, right?”
"It''s two things that happened around the same time. Maybe it''s natural to try to end around the same time. Of course, it''s important to finish it well.”
There are about 10 days left to volunteer at the Baby Angel Nursery School, and depending on how effective the spices of Yeomra are, Bonam''s work may be finished today.
Of course, the personal money of the day has been broken in relation to the baby angel nursery, but it''s basically for children.
It was not a waste of time because it was a job to obtain spices from the underworld that are more precious than diamonds.
In a few minutes, CEO Yoo Seong-bok will visit the table heaven.
I asked them to come about 20 minutes after the door was opened.
Basically, people instinctively avoid the haunted table heaven, but visiting a restaurant with any promise is a slightly different matter.
Even more if it''s a promise to the families of heaven on the table.
It was not long before midnight when the door of the house opened.
Realizing that today''s menu was chicken, ghosts who had been waiting for it began to flock in.
This is it! Chicken!
CEO Haru. Can you do this more often? Oh, of course I know it''s not easy because of the morning business. But this is. You know what? Koreans can''t stand it.First, three chickens and three bottles of beer. No. Five bottles today! I''m taking it out!
Who knows? Ghosts who look for alcohol before giving out chicken.
The ghosts of old grandfathers and college students who are also young.
As expected, not many Koreans hate chicken.
Come to think of it, it''s funny.
Chicken is not even Korean food. Before I knew it, I became a soul food for all generations of Koreans.
Of course, today''s chicken was a little different from the usual fried chicken.
Perhaps it was because he felt a slight change in taste, and an old man ghost, who was excitedly tearing off the chicken legs in both hands, turned his head away.
By the way, I think it tastes a little different.
What, I wasn''t the only one who thought so? It doesn''t taste bad. Has the sauce changed?
"Do you recognize me?"
Of course! How many chickens have I eaten so far? He''ll start a chicken farm with the chicken I ate.
"There''s going to be a visitor later. I made this recipe for him.”
Oh, you''re a guest. That''s unusual, is he alive?
"Yes, it''s time for you to come."
Cheer up!
Sure enough.
As soon as I looked at the clock a few times, the door to the table heaven opened again.
What appeared was Yoo Seong-bok wearing a thick coat.
White breath came out, whether it was very cold outside or because of ghosts.
It''s a normal room and even the stove is spinning.
It was quite a sensational situation, but Yoo Sung-bok was so surprised that he could not see such a thing.
"At this hour... There are so many people."
Guests buzzing even as it''s almost 1 a.m.
It was not an unusual sight, but considering that the dining paradise was a Korean restaurant, it was unusual and ridiculous.
Even more for him, a businessman before a cook.
Maybe I''m feeling like common sense is collapsing.
"Our restaurant is open late at night like a bar at dawn. We have guests who only come to visit us at this is the only time."
"Oh... I see. He works hard in business. It must be hard."
"It''s okay. There are times when I have a hard time, but I gain strength when I see customers. Please enjoy the food and say thank you for the food."
"That''s great. That''s why we run the store."
Coincidentally or inevitably, there was only one counter seat right in front of the full store.
President Yoo Seong-bok pulled out a chair with an expression that he had no choice but to sit there.
As the awkward silence in the noisy restaurant was about to flow, he looked up at the day and opened his mouth.
"I saw the notice you posted outside. They''re going to be closed soon. Baby angels...…. It says something."
"Oh, there''s a nursery where we went and volunteered. I''m going to do volunteer work to fry chicken. Kids like chicken, don''t they?”
"That''s right. I''ve been selling chicken for decades, but I haven''t seen anyone who doesn''t like it. Hmmmm, in that sense. Bonam must have given you the recipe."
"You recognize me right away."
"I have a background. I can tell by the smell. Our brand''s fried chicken. The spice I developed, the percentage of spices I found out after failing several times...…, deep in my nose, like oil stains.""You''re not angry.”
"I''m here because Bonam called me. Besides, it smells like you cooked it right. Then what''s there to be angry about? There is no copyright to the taste of food."
Mr. Yoo Yoo-nam laughs it off pleasantly.
In that respect, not even Haru, but even Choi Han-seok, who was next to him, truly admired him.
In fact, there was no copyright to the taste of food.
If someone could register a copyright in a food recipe, we would have to pay for it whenever we cook soybean paste stew at home.
In short, it is nonsense.
CEO Yoo Yoo-nam laughed it off easily, but there were thick thorns in his words.
Let''s not talk nonsense from now on. Let''s just share words with bones.
It was also clear that he did not come to meet the day at this dawn with an easy determination.
"Will you fry one for me, too? Pride sounds good.”
"I couldn''t prepare any other menu anyway. Hold on a minute, please. I''ll fry it for you in a minute."
The chicken, which had been sufficiently salted in advance, was even coated with frying powder.
After diving chicken into fried water made from Bonam''s recipe, he ploped it into boiling oil.
Jagrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-!!
Like sending pajeon, or maybe even more than that.
YMCA''s fried chicken is ripening with the sound of rain falling down.
It didn''t take long for the chicken to fully cook.
He put the crispy fried one on a perforated tray to filter the oil and shook it once, and added a little bit of Yeomra spice.
A couple of times would be enough.’
In the first place, there is not enough amount to put in.
Talk talk.
When lightly added, the chicken was coated with salt-like powders.
For your information, a day when I was curious about the taste of spices, I dipped a little bit and tried it, and it really tasted unimaginable.
If I were to compare it to something like. Snow falling from the sky?
You may wonder what this means, but it really tasted like that.
"Well, here''s your fried chicken. Do you need a drink?"
"I brought my car, so I don''t mind drinking. If you have a coke, I''ll have one."
"Oh, then I''ll fill it up with ice and put it in a beer glass. Please wait a little longer."
So prepared, a table for the president.
A coke filled with golden fried chicken and a beer cup.
"Let''s eat and talk.”
"I still don''t know what you''re thinking. Still, they prepared this much for us. You have to believe it."
In fact, there is no need to say more.
This award to him was what he wanted to say on behalf of others.
President Yoo Yeon-nam, who had been thinking for a while, picked up a big chicken leg.
Wrap the bottom with tissue, blow out the hot paper, and take a big bite.
Crispy!
Frying clothes that break lightly like snacks.
The pepper-flavored mixture of oil and juice splashes up to make the lips smooth and the chicken skin attached to the inside gives the world a savory taste.
And soon you''ll meet the juicy, fluffy chicken legs.
When you chew chewy chicken legs and savory frying clothes together, most people automatically smile around their mouths.That''s what chicken is.
And the "most likely" also included Yoo Seong-bok, president of course.
Decades ago, to be exact. He must have been a little closer when he just started the chicken business.
The spices of the underworld touched that very part.
In the memories that stick to the tongue and nose. I pulled something out of the deepest part.
"The taste..."
CEO Yoo Seong-bok opened his eyes wide.