''Japchae, japchae...….’


    There was no dish as easy as home cooking, but difficult to make at the same time.


    Difficult and expensive dishes have recipe books, so it is rather comfortable for a day when cooking skills are outstanding.


    What if I just follow what it says? It''s made like this.


    But home cooking is different. It''s a home-style meal that''s easy to make and transform, and it had endless flavors.


    The base base is the same. This time, I copied forsythia''s recipe as much as I could.


    Boil the noodles in the water with soy sauce and pepper, scoop them out well and prepare the vegetables.


    ''Honestly, this is enough. Getting something better than this in Korea is picking a star in the sky.’


    It wasn''t just vegetables either.


    With the idea of not working twice, I brought as many vegetables as possible for oral fairy tales.


    I didn''t have to make a lot of japchae anyway, so I brought only a little bit of japchae for about three servings using excuses.


    Drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr


    Pour enough bean oil into the pan and start frying vegetables one at a time.


    Of course, I didn''t forget to add a little bit of salt.


    Blanch onions, carrots, and spinach lightly, then season, and stir-fry beef like boiling soy sauce and starch syrup.


    It took a little bit of work, but you can continue with just one fan.


    Another one didn''t take so much time to fry, so it ended faster than I thought.


    You have to be careful. So that it doesn''t go bad.’


    I''m almost done cooking now.


    Put all the ingredients including noodles in a large bowl, add soy sauce, sugar, and garlic and season them gently.


    The scent of a lot of perilla oil came up, and the sweet scent of soy sauce and sugar rose, making my mouth water.


    Finally, after putting it on a plate beautifully and sprinkling sesame seeds, a really good visual japchae was completed.


    It''s much more moist than it is from a restaurant, and it''s more glossy than it''s sold at a side dish store.


    The ghosts next to the forsythia grandmother had their own appetite.


    "Come on, it''s done. I don''t think it''s going to be as good as this."


    It certainly looks delicious. It''s amazing how a bachelor cooks. I''ve been cooking all my life, but I think a young bachelor is much better than me.


    "I''m still a long way off. To follow my grandmother''s taste. Anyway, would you like a bite?”


    Grandmother forsythia, who nodded at the day, picked up chopsticks.


    Just like yesterday, you can have a bite of japchae.


    -Hmmm.


    My chin!


    He put it down right away.


    The corners of Haru and Yumi''s lips fell slightly.


    I''m sorry, it''s not the taste I know.


    "……it''s all right. It can''t be helped."


    Failed.


    In fact, that in itself was fine. But if you try a little harder, you will be able to make something more delicious than this.


    If it''s not easy, you can ask other chefs around for help.


    It is chefs and chefs who help each other little by little anyway.


    It was hard to make a bowl of food alone, so I had to divide the labor.


    As a result, the affection built up by working in the kitchen together was much bigger than I thought.


    But one day I thought a little differently.


    If it''s just a taste problem, it''s fine.


    That wasn''t what Grandma Forsythia wanted to say.


    I''m sure he does."Then I''ll get rid of the japchae and give you another one. I made galbitang today."


    No, no, no. But the bachelor told me to eat it all, so I''ll eat it all. You''re leaving Woozi here. Give it to me.


    When Haru tried to take out the japchae bowl, grandmother forsythia grabbed it.


    Then he ate all the japchae by himself, saying he didn''t need rice.


    It wasn''t even forced to eat it. You really enjoyed the meal.


    The ghosts who were staring blankly in the back swallowed their saliva, and the day they cooked laughed.


    -As expected, the bachelor cooks well...….


    "Yes, thank you."


    Eventually, the business of the day ended and a countermeasure meeting was held in Table Heaven.


    The agenda of the meeting is of course forsythia grandmother. To be exact, what does grandmother want?


    Choi Han-seok opened his mouth as if he had waited for him first.


    - For now, there was no problem with the food for now. Does anyone have an objection?


    "Of course! President Haru worked so hard on that. You even got vegetables from oral fairy tales! I really wanted to eat it.”


    I don''t know if the word "I wanted to eat" was real, but Yumi swallows her mouth. Then Haru stepped in.


    "No matter how you look at it, I think it''s related to the funeral home. Why? You said your grandmother''s will was japchae. So the bereaved families brought japchae. Of course... It was just japchae from a side dish store."


    To be honest, I didn''t want to bring it up again.


    Even though they didn''t know their names or faces. But aren''t they the children of an old lady with faces?


    But they were fighting a dog fight with their grandmother, saying they would take up even a little more money.


    Every time I thought of it, I felt stuffed up. I wondered if money was this scary.


    "Of course I didn''t see her at the funeral. But we can''t conclude that she hasn''t been to the funeral, can we?"


    Ghosts don''t make much difference. It''s just a little transparent.


    It''s the same as humans except it''s only visible to Haru and Yumi.


    So Haru or Yumi may not have noticed, or they may have stopped by the funeral hall afterwards or before.


    He thought he would go to his funeral home if he realized he was dead for a day.


    "So the japchae you were talking about has something to do with the families who were there?”


    "That''s what I think. And if it''s real here. That explains why my grandmother turns around and says so."


    It''s simple. He''s mutiny, but he''s a child anyway.


    No one would want to swear at anyone else for their children.


    Even more so for anyone who saw it at his funeral.


    Then, what my grandmother said about vegetables.


    "I heard it last time I went to the market. Most of the vegetables sold at my grandmother''s store were grown by my children or relatives. Everyone said they were agricultural."


    "But now my grandmother''s shop, the yellow bakery, is still closed. Market traders say they don''t even have a chance to open it."


    Of course, when the bereaved families are fighting back and forth with their inheritance, how can they open a store? I don''t think there''s anything strange about the bakery being ruined like this.


    "Ugh."


    Choi Han-seok said calmly, but his eyes were sincere.


    And it was a really big problem for a day at the same time.


    If Haru is right to guess now. And really if the bakery doesn''t open after a quarrel with the bereaved families.What about the forsythia grandmother?


    The road to the Holy Grail could be completely blocked. I didn''t want to imagine it.


    Although it was a short relationship in the marketplace, the weight is never small because it continued every day.


    I wanted to help. So that grandmother forsythia can achieve her will.


    - The will to eat japchae, I think, meant that.


    I don''t think my grandmother didn''t know that she would have a fight with her inheritance if she died. Nothing is as precious as family.


    Choi Han-seok looked up and stared blankly at the ceiling.


    It was a place where there was nothing, but Choi Han-seok would be looking at something.


    His eyes turned a little sour. I clenched my fist to see if anger was rising.


    Stop fighting and collect your own vegetables and make japchae.


    "Like Aesop''s fable of growing vines?"


    That''s right. This is the wisdom of older people.


    "It''s very sad. It''s like. Don''t fight. Be close to your family. It was something like that. I didn''t know what it meant, so I just bought japchae roughly. I wasn''t even fighting at the funeral."


    Spouting the facts out of my mouth came a lot more realistic.


    And the reality was literally muddy. There were only completely black desires.


    "Grandmother... you must have had a hard time."


    In front of Haru or Yumi, he never frowned or looked angry.


    How charred must he have been? I didn''t even want to think.


    "CEO Haru. Then what should we do? We''re not even relatives of grandma. You can''t go back to the funeral and say anything."


    "Yes, because we were just regular customers of grandma''s shop…….”


    One good thing is that the funeral of grandmother forsythia is being held for 10 days.


    This is because my grandmother had more money than I thought, and so did my relatives who farmed.


    Then it would be realistic to solve it somehow.


    "But if you look at it like this. You think your grandmother''s family is good at keeping traditions and manners?”


    That''s right. Who else would do a 10-day market today? But manners and money are different. Well, I understand.


    There were several more stories afterward, but nothing more came to mind.


    In fact, it was a matter of course when I think about it.


    It was because the day was not close to grandmother forsythia, and there was nothing to interfere with their relatives.


    That''s the night''s meeting that ended up breaking up.


    Still, Haru and Yumi, as if they had promised, snooping around the yellow bakery as soon as they went to the market the next day.


    Of course, there was nothing inside the bakery with the grey shutters closed.


    "It used to be so noisy here."


    "That''s right. When we come, my grandmother just came today! They gave me persimmons and apples to eat."


    "I feel so empty. Really."


    Strangely, the entire market felt a little depressed, perhaps because it was not just one day that I felt that way.


    It seemed to be more because grandmother forsythia was a person who spread her energy loudly even after she grew old.


    "Just in case, ask other merchants anything. There could be more things we don''t know!"


    "Shall we? If Yumi wants to."


    Yumi, who quickly shook off her sadness, raised her right hand and looked at the day.She didn''t seem to want to give up.


    Haru and Yumi went around the market and started talking to the merchants, as they were quick to shop.


    They were all familiar faces anyway.


    "……what are they doing?”


    And there was one who was watching those two from a distance.


    The man had previously been wandering around a yellow bakery all day.