"Shall we make japchae? Today."


    "Oh, japchae? That''s really nice!!"


    Yumi jumped at the words of a day walking in the market.


    I didn''t have any food that I asked for today, but I didn''t have the perfect ingredients for the market, so I had a slight headache.


    I don''t know why, but the food called japchae passed through my head.


    "But why all of a sudden? Oh, I''m not saying I don''t like it. I really think it''s okay. I''m just curious."


    "Well, I don''t think there''s a specific reason. Why, there are days when you suddenly crave something for no reason. It''s just a feeling?


    "Aha, right. That''s right. A few days ago, when I got off work, I suddenly wanted to eat jajangmyeon. So I ordered jajangmyeon at 4am and ate it! It''s crazy. I was out of my mind."


    "But don''t you feel so happy when you''re craving something like that? I feel like my soul is being filled."


    Of course, there is also a sense of shame and wise man time after that.


    Haru and Yumi walked the market talking to each other. It was a day''s work that started at some point.


    It felt like, something like that.


    The start of the day. I think it''s not from home, but from the market with Yumi.


    In fact, they were natural chefs.


    Even if it was a story to tell, it didn''t go beyond the frame of cooking, so there were some things that communicated very well.


    As usual, I started buying ingredients with small, but happy stories.


    "There are so many different kinds of japchae...."”


    "That''s right. The ingredients are very different. Just looking at the eggs right now."


    Eggs can be simply fried and cut, or egg yolk can be fried differently to make a pretty egg garnish. There are many places I don''t put it in.


    The same is true of important meat. Whether to put in a pig or a cow. Even if you put it in, which part do you put in?


    If you start like this and go away with how to put in the vegetables, there''s really no end to it.


    Obviously, they are all the same japchae, but they all taste different in detail.


    "Well, that''s about it. By the way, I''m the president of Haru. I''ll make it a little cheaper.”


    "Thank you as always!"


    I went to a butcher''s shop that I often used to buy a lot of pork for japchae.


    One day, most of the ingredients used in the restaurant were solved in the market in front of the restaurant, and Haru and Yumi were so picky about looking at the ingredients that merchants unconsciously swallowed dry saliva when they passed by the store.


    But at the same time, it was a pleasure.


    In other words, a store that is frequently used by such a demanding day itself deals with high-quality goods.


    I bought pork at a price I liked and then put it in the restaurant.


    "What''s left now?"


    "I bought almost all the japchae and side dishes. I''m done with the vegetables!"


    "Then let''s go right away. I went grocery shopping earlier than I thought."


    Haru and Yumi bought vegetables almost everywhere, regardless of the other ingredients.


    It was a vegetable store called ''Yellow Cheonggwa''. It was literally a place that sold all vegetables and fruits.


    Business was very good even though it was a little bit in the corner of the market.


    Every time I saw an 80-year-old grandmother, she greeted me by saying, "Son! Take this!" and became a regular customer.Haru and the people of the market called her forsythia because she did business every day wearing a forsythia-colored belt like the name of the store.


    Of course, it was also because his laughter, easy-going voice, and actions were as fresh as flowers on the side of the road.


    My grandmother was so energetic that I couldn''t feel the age of eighty.


    Of course, the quality of the vegetables and fruits they serve was amazing.


    On top of that, it was even cheap.


    In the past, a day that was interesting no matter how many times I looked at it, but Grandma Forsythia told me that most of my family farmed.


    Who raised this spinach, whose friend raised this apple, whose farm this radish came from.


    All the vegetables that my grandmother sold were native. I knew the person I raised, not Korea.


    So how can the quality be bad?


    It was such a hangout anyway. Haru was my favorite store.


    by the way


    "Hmm?"


    "Didn''t your grandmother come out today?"


    I went to the yellow office, but the door was closed. I couldn''t see my grandmother.


    To be honest, it was a little shocking that the door was closed.


    Yellow jeonggwa was a store that didn''t have any holidays. This is because he kept working, saying that he should earn money while he could.


    "Oh, boss. Excuse me. What does it say?”


    Yumi found a note at the door of a closed shop.


    It was a note that someone wrote around with a marker after attaching two A4 papers with scotch tape.


    It was written there like this.


    Yellow Market is closed for the time being. It''s a personal matter. Thank you to the guests who came. -Master Baek-]


    "Personal circumstances?"


    Actually, it''s not unusual for restaurants and shops to close for personal reasons.


    Still, I was a little worried and curious about the store I used to visit every day.


    I don''t know what happened. Maybe it wasn''t a bad thing.


    Haru and Yumi, who had little regrets, were hanging around the store, and someone popped up from behind and talked to them.


    He was a man wearing a fur beanie, but he looked like a man in his 40s and was a little shabby.


    It was the first face I''ve seen in the market.


    "Excuse me, are you here with the yellow jeong?”


    "Huh? Oh, yeah."


    "We won''t be able to sell for a while. Maybe it won''t last forever."


    "……Yes?"


    An unthinkable bomb has fallen.


    One day, she said a word out of surprise, and Yumi was more surprised and just opened her mouth blankly.


    The suspicious man continued.


    I didn''t ask why, but the eyes of the two spoke.


    Hurry up and explain what happened.


    "My grandmother died at dawn yesterday. Myocardial infarction. It was a little sudden but...…. I was in a hurry because my grandfather told me to put it on."


    The man introduced himself as a grandson of grandmother forsythia.


    But they were words that didn''t really come into Haru and Yumi''s ears.


    The day swallowed my dry saliva.


    "Oh, my..."


    I didn''t think we were that close.


    My heart trembled like crazy to hear this news all of a sudden.


    * * *


    [Information]


    [Today''s table is closed in the morning due to urgent circumstances] Business is open after 3 o''clock. Instead, it''s open this week on holidays. I''d like to apologize to those who came. Thank you.][- Master Baek-]


    The reason why the notice on the yellow jeongwa was written so roughly. One day I thought I knew for sure.


    It''s just that there''s no occasion.


    Of course, it would be nice to play it on the computer and then pull it out neatly, but I couldn''t think of anything else.


    Most of the obituaries were sudden. The shock was not necessarily a very close person.


    That''s why we have no choice but to scrawl like this and come out quickly.


    Grandmother forsythia''s funeral home was set up at a university hospital near the market.


    When I went inside with Yumi, there were some familiar faces I saw inside the market.


    Choi Han-seok did not come to the funeral, saying, "It is not good to go to the funeral hall."


    "I''m the one who used to receive things at your grandmother''s store. My name is Haru."


    "Yes, yes, go ahead."


    Since he was such a nice person, many people who usually went as guests, such as Haru and Yumi, came to the funeral hall.


    He greeted the merchants he had met lightly and bowed twice at the mortuary.


    There were grandfathers and bereaved families in the mortuary, but no one sang or did it.


    Come to think of it, it''s my first funeral since I died.’


    I think I lived without thinking about the funeral hall itself.


    Not only didn''t he come to the funeral a lot because he didn''t have a family one day, but he didn''t see ghosts that actually died every day.


    I once asked the grim reaper out of curiosity.


    The meaning of a funeral home, or if something changes just because you have a good deceased in an expensive coffin.


    I mean, the grim reaper dismissed it with just one word.


    "The funeral is not for the dead. It''s for the living."


    I didn''t really understand what you were saying then.


    Actually, when I came here, I thought I''d know a little bit.


    Just wearing black and bowing twice lightened my mind.


    The portrait of my grandmother reminded me of her active life, but it was still much better to be sad like this.


    "Shall we go now, boss? We have to prepare for the afternoon business."


    "Well, no. We have plenty of time anyway. Let''s go eat."


    One day caught Yumi who was about to wake up.


    "They say the food from the funeral hall is the last meal of the deceased. Think of it as a meal given by grandmother forsythia, and eat it."


    "...yes, sir. I think that''s right."


    Yumi, who had been agonizing over Haru''s words for a while, nodded, saying it was right.


    Soon after, the rice came out.


    Always dry side dishes, rice and yukgaejang. Kimchi and boiled pork.


    They were general and ordinary side dishes, but there was one thing unusual.


    "Japchae?"


    "There''s japchae, isn''t there? Oh my gosh."


    There was a lot of japchae.


    Of course, it was a moderately stiff and moderately edible japchae that seemed to have been bought from a side dish shop.


    However, it was amazing because it was the first time to see japchae at such a funeral.


    When Haru and Yumi said something, the waitress who served the food opened her mouth, saying she knew it.


    "The deceased asked for japchae in his will. So the bereaved families went to the side dish store and bought japchae.”


    "The will is japchae...…. I see.”


    "You know, at funerals, the bereaved families bring food that they love?"


    It was a bit unusual, but it wasn''t unusual.


    Haru, who said thank you for the meal, purposely grabbed his spoon and chopsticks and ate a lot of rice.I thought it was polite to eat as deliciously as possible no matter the taste.


    When the rice bowl is about to bottom out in less than five minutes.


    "No, think about it carefully. Why is Grandma''s land going that way?"


    "Ha! Just think about it. Why shouldn''t Grandma''s land come to me? My grandmother cared about someone the most in her life. Did you even show up at the bakery?”


    "What, you? Oh, my God, is that what you''re going to say?"


    I started to hear a loud noise.