What does he taste like now?


    He took a bite of the chicken''s legs, opened his eyes wide as if he could not believe it, and soon brought his nose close to him again and sniffed at the chickens.


    Did it taste different from what I thought?


    The president of Yoosungbok looked at the day for a momentarily.


    When Haru didn''t say anything, he took a big breath and started eating chicken silently again.


    Everyone likes chicken legs.


    Chewy and juicy breasts, wings that people like and dislike, but prefer to legs.


    And my favorite part of the day is thigh fat.


    Half a chicken.


    CEO Yoo Seong-bok, who ate all the parts one by one, as if hiding his eyes from the maparam, gulped down an ice-floating coke.


    "Growl!"


    The one who frowns pleasantly.


    Haru threw the same comment as always.


    "You must be feeling a little better."


    And just like I always say.


    "It''s not okay, it''s just that I like it so that''s the problem.


    The answer, too, has always been fixed.


    "You didn''t even tell me."


    "It''s not that I didn''t, it''s that I couldn''t Oh, well, I don''t know how to say this. Honestly, I was really surprised. I realized I had died like this."


    "Suddenly? What do you mean, dead?"


    Yoo Seong-bok, who brings up a bit of sensitivity for Haru.


    A slightly embarrassed day flinched, and he grinned.


    "I''m talking about Yoo Seong-bok as a chef. When I came in and smelled it, I thought it was the same as YMCA chicken. No, I don''t know. It''s very different after tasting it. Oh, of course it''s YMCA if it''s YMCA."


    "I don''t know what you mean. Isn''t it the same YMCA chicken?"


    "It''s different. Yes, it''s definitely different. I''m telling you, it''s the first YMCA chicken I made. I''ve studied a lot and failed a lot for decades. And the taste changed a lot. Until we have chicken now."


    That''s what happened.


    The earliest chicken.


    It was a day when I was confused about what happened, but all the puzzle pieces were put together at once.


    "The spice of the Lord of the Underworld has worked properly."


    Yoo Seong-bok''s biggest memory of chicken is the shape of the earliest chicken he made.


    Otherwise, he won''t be able to feel ''fantastic'' while eating now.


    Really? I heard from CEO Haru that he''s a great franchise CEO. Can you tell me your life story?


    Yoo Seong-bok, who was feeling a calm afterglow, hinted at a faceless man standing next to the day.


    Shameless and not hateful way of speaking. And the accent.


    Choi Han-seok''s exclusive patent, Yoo Sung-bok, the president of the company, melted down in no time after time.


    "Huh, what do you mean……. I''ve only been able to hang in there day in and day by day by day. But it would be rude if you didn''t do anything for me. Well, that''s great. Ask me if you have any questions. I''ll be happy to answer that."


    I''m just curious. I''ve been meaning to ask you this. Could you tell me when you decided to do the chicken business?


    "When did you decide to make a living by frying chicken? Just a timely question, yes. Yeah, you must have thought a little bit about it.But I... I can tell you right now."CEO Yoo Seong-bok closed his eyes and leaned his head back completely against the chair.


    Soon the memories began to come to my mind surprisingly vividly.


    Forgotten, but never completely forgotten.


    One evening when CEO Yoo Seong-bok is now a third grader in elementary school.


    One day, when I was living in an environment that was not enough and was never well off, my father had a black plastic bag full of oil on his way home from work.


    The chicken that I bought at the market in front of my house.


    The young meteor suit, which woke up rubbing its eyes while sleeping after hearing that it had bought a whole chicken, ate it deliciously even in the midst of being half-asleep.


    Dad, you don''t eatin''?


    Dad ate a lot of food. Seongbok, eat a lot. Here, have some coke. Is it good?


    Yes! It''s delicious!


    I''ll make a lot of money and buy it often. Yeah, you should.


    A red face full of the smell of alcohol.


    Young Seong-bok thought he wanted his father to drink often.


    There was always a whole chicken on his way home drunk.


    Happy memories of childhood.


    Since then, Yoo Seong-bok must have dreamed of becoming a chicken restaurant owner.


    That''s what I remember now, apparently.


    "I was hungry. I wanted to eat something delicious. I wanted to give people a taste of the delicious things I ate. I guess that''s how it started."


    -Seeing you say yes.


    "Yes, now that I think about it. At first, I thought it was because I was crazy about money. Come to think of it.”


    I started to make money, but there were many other things in it.


    Whether it''s french fries or a couple more pieces of chicken.


    When seasoning children with the price of fried chicken.


    It''s a chicken restaurant in a small alley, and at the same time, it became a love room for people in the neighborhood.


    On Children''s Day or Parents'' Day, I had to fry chicken all day in the yard where fathers from all over the town come.


    Forgot about it now.


    Much beyond memory bloomed like oil.


    Choi Han-seok opened his mouth.


    You must have been a cook.


    "Chef..."


    Choi Hanseok hits the nail on the head.


    His expression was normal, neither smiling nor frowning. What does Choi Han-seok look like to CEO Yoo Seong-bok?


    "I''m listening to you right now."


    I''m not a boss just because I hear you, and I''m not a chef just because I hear you.


    "Huh, yeah. That''s what I''


    Perhaps the moment he leaves the restaurant, he will completely forget all the stories he shared with Choi Han-seok inside.


    However, there will be things left that he realizes himself during the story.


    All those who came to the restaurant when the door was opened were like that.


    "Boss or cook."


    To that question, Yoo Sung-bok eventually failed to answer.


    I gave her a coke because she drove her car, but I wonder if she got drunk after drinking it.


    President Yoo Seong-bok, who had been struggling with his head down like a drunk, eventually shook his head and stood up.


    "Would you like the rest to go?"


    "Oh, yes, please."


    I''m sure you called here one day to talk to him about a reserved man.


    The answer to that, the answer to Choi Han-seok''s question.


    A meteor suit didn''t seem to decide anything.


    With a stumble of steps. He greeted Haru and left the restaurant after receiving the package from Haru.


    Late at night.The cold night air tickled the tip of my nose, and somehow my dreamy mind came back.


    "……Huh?"


    What was I doing?


    As if I was possessed, I thought so for a moment.


    But I couldn''t go back inside the restaurant.


    President Yoo Seong-bok, who had been hesitating for a while in front of the main gate of Bobsang Heaven, soon got into his parked car and headed home.


    Haru and Choi Han-seok watched until his car disappeared from view.


    * * *


    Beep beep!


    I hit my familiar password and entered the house.


    It is an apartment in Seoul that was said to be luxurious, but after living for a long time, I have already become blunt in dealing with my house.


    "Hmm. Honey, are you here?"


    "Honey, aren''t you asleep? I''m sleeping at this dawn."


    At the sound of the return of the meteor suit, his wife, who was sleeping on the sofa, woke up rubbing her eyes.


    It was clear that he stayed up all night waiting for himself to come in at dawn.


    I''m sorry for the rush.


    "If you''re not feeling well, why sleep in a place like this? Sleeping comfortably in the master bedroom."


    "I can''t sleep either. I''ve been waiting for you, watching TV. So, how was your trip? What are we going to do with Bonam?"


    "It''s... I actually didn''t say it well. It''s not like the young boss there was being stubborn. It''s just. I don''t know why, but it''s hard to say."


    Now that I think about it, it was so strange and ridiculous.


    I thought he was a kid.


    Also, he/she said he/she would talk properly and put strength on his/her neck, but he/she was the one who came back without even answering the question.


    It was amazing.


    I thought you were definitely young. I felt like a master of cooking for decades.


    Maybe that''s why I didn''t feel so bad. I just felt like I had a dream.


    "Not anyone else, but you? What the hell did you talk about?"


    "Just don''t ask too much. We''ll sleep a little, wake up, and talk again in the morning."


    "Yes, if you do, I can''t help it. By the way, did the boss over there fry the chicken for you to come?"


    The wife who pointed to the black plastic bag that the meteor suit was holding.


    Looking down, "Huh?" he shook his right hand in surprise.


    "Huh? No, what is this?!”


    "What, didn''t you know you brought this? You''ve been stuck in here the whole time.”


    "No, obviously. Well, yeah. I brought it with me. Huh... Anyway, it''s very unique. Am I really old?"


    "Give me a second. Well, it''s fried chicken. It smells familiar.”


    "Bonam must have taught us our recipe. It was really good fried."


    "Then give it to me. I just happened to be hungry, so I''ll have to eat a few pieces before I use them."


    My wife took the black plastic bag that Seongbok was holding, saying it was good.


    Inside the white oil paper was half a fried chicken, which was cold but still crispy.


    Of course, with the spices of the underworld.


    Contrary to Haru and Choi Han-seok''s intentions, spices were delivered to Seongbok''s wife.


    Maybe it''s just a little bit of luck. Or maybe it''s because of the food that I made with all my heart.


    If not, is everyone a big picture of the underworld?


    It didn''t matter what the reason was.


    As a result"……Honey? Honey, what''s wrong with you. Are you okay?"


    "No, it''s just. It reminds me of the past. It''s nothing, so don''t worry."


    For some reason, a big whimper wife and a flabby boss who calms her down.


    The two middle-aged couples eventually stayed up all night until the sun rose and passed.


    About the table heaven. About chicken. About Haru and Bonam.


    And about many things that Yoo Seong-bok has seen and felt so far.


    I saw the answer while talking.


    The meaning of the day was conveyed properly.