"……Yongsoo?"


    The word honeyed mute could not have been better suited.


    With the appearance of Yong-soo, who had no warning, the people who were hanging around at the ceremony were instantly confused.


    A couple of aunts and uncles jumped up and sat back not long after.


    As it was a 10-day venue, most mourners had already visited, so the funeral hall was quiet except for their families.


    The few remaining mourners opened their eyes wide wondering what was going on while eating.


    "Who is he?"


    "How can I explain this?"


    "Yong-soo? Was there a boy in my family named Yong-soo? I''ve never seen this face before."


    "My mother had it before. It''s just, I had a son. Why? What I said earlier. The one who got a little inheritance."


    "Oh, is that him?"


    There seemed to be people who didn''t even know the existence of water.


    When some of the bereaved families came forward and explained it, they were surprised and opened their mouths wide.


    Naturally, everyone''s eyes were on Yong-soo. He breathed a little loudly.


    "By the way, what kind of face do you come here? The funeral is almost over."


    "From day one, I couldn''t see you, so I thought you''d cut us off completely."


    "If you''ve seen adults, you should say hello first. What are you doing right now?”


    The atmosphere is strong as expected.


    As expected by the day, the way people in the family treated Yong-su was quite cold.


    It was not obvious that he didn''t like it because it was a seat and he had an eye for it, but every single way he looked at Yong-soo showed his disapproval.


    But Yong-soo didn''t care a bit.


    Without blinking an eye as if this were a matter of course, I went through the crowd and sat in the middle.


    Flop, drip, flop!


    After taking out a paper cup, I poured in half a bottle of soju.


    "Wow!"


    I drank it all in one gulp and glanced around people.


    "I''m sorry, I''m late. I wanted to come early, but I didn''t have the chance."


    The spring water bowed deeply.


    Among the bereaved families who were stunned by the big apology, a man in an armband walked out.


    "……why did you come?”


    "May I say hello to you?"


    "Sure."


    Standing in front of grandmother forsythia''s portrait, Yong-soo paused for a while, and soon coughed a few times.


    He added incense, poured alcohol, and bowed twice.


    Yong-soo, who came out with an example, was a little moist around his eyes, but his expression was definitely stiff.


    As if the mud had hardened in the rain had become much harder.


    "I know you''re not happy with me. So let me get to the point quickly."


    "Tell me."


    "For my share, oh my...… I know you have a legacy. How much money and the bakery in the market. I''ll give it all away."


    "What?"


    Hmmmmmmmmmmm!!


    The eyes of those who were staring at the water as if they were going to kill it immediately faded.


    One letter, "Why?" popped up on everyone''s face, but not a single person said it out loud.


    Until just now, they were talking in one bite, saying that the legacy of the deceased that Yong-soo had was a waste.


    Before the question mark came to mind, I turned around the calculator.


    There''s only one conclusion. Gains.


    The water said it would give its own inheritance, and no one would mind it.No, I was even anxious that he might change his mind.


    Didn''t the original person say it was more?


    "Let''s sit down and talk. Your legs must hurt."


    "Okay, let''s sit down first.… there aunt! Give me a prize here!"


    "Do you drink soju?"


    "……Yes."


    "Take a drink. Give me a drink."


    "I''m glad you''re here. Yes, but your mother''s dead, so you should come."


    The atmosphere got better in a flash.


    A and B turned the tables in a blink of an eye. It''s even because the water comes up with something at once.


    Is this capitalism?


    To be honest, I got a little goosebumps one day. Standing in the back, Yumi was doing her best to manage her facial expression.


    As expected, the world was in a state of flux. The words of the underworld have never been wrong.


    * * *


    "I know. Am I right now?"


    "If you make Japchae with me, I''ll just give you my inheritance?"


    "Yes, I''ll give you everything without leaving a dime. If you''d like, I can write you a certificate."


    "No, I don''t understand. If it''s because of grandma''s will. Since we put japchae on top like this...….”


    "Oh! Dongsu! I heard Yongsu is so determined. Are you going to keep doing that? "Dongseo did nothing while her mother was alive."


    "No, if you say so...… hmmmmmmmmm."


    People who first heard Yong-soo''s words looked like they were wondering what it meant, but soon after, they nodded in unison.


    All of them are calculators in their heads.


    A woman wearing an armband in a black suit looked at Yong-soo. She was my grandmother''s eldest daughter.


    "Always, it''s been on my mind, too. My mother''s will was japchae, I guess. Isn''t it kind of weird to put japchae on top from a side dish store? How nice to have a chance to make it like this.”


    "I agree. Japchae is not that difficult."


    "It''s a 10-day market anyway, so we''re almost there for the mourners. That would be great to do. Now the funeral is just a few days away."


    "So... ..we can make it with him?"


    Words of acceptance springing out in a flash.


    Haru and Yumi, who naturally became involved in the bereaved family, introduced themselves lightly.


    "I''m here at your request. Our restaurant will support you with places to cook and utensils."


    "Wait, Mr. Haru. Hey guys. There''s something I forgot to say. I want to make delicious japchae. It was also his last will. So, yes."


    Not with just vegetables. Everyone is working on farming and distribution anyway, so please deliver the vegetables and ingredients you need one by one.


    "We? No, well. There''s nothing we can''t do. How many are you going to make?"


    "My farming place is Gangwon-do. How am I supposed to get there?"


    "Just make plenty. It''s japchae anyway. You can just freeze it since there are a lot of people who want to eat it. And if you''re in a rural area, just make it quick. I''ll give you a quickie."


    "If I send it from Gangwon-do to here, it will break a few hours...…”


    "Call me your account. I told you.”


    "……draw, then."


    Yong-soo handled things very quickly and accurately.


    Like a skillful commander, I asked people to work one by one, and I checked how it was handled.


    Even most of the costs incurred in the process have been borne, so it''s not that difficult for many people to move together.As a result


    "I think the world has gotten better."


    "I mean, honestly, it doesn''t feel real."


    Beep beep beep beep--!


    Some big trucks arrived in heaven on the table.


    Even four motorcycles came in a row.


    Boxes containing food ingredients piled up one by one in the table heaven.


    Spinach, carrot, perilla oil, paprika, beef, onion…… it took less than six hours for all the ingredients to arrive.


    I felt like I was dreaming.


    The same was true of where the ingredients came from. Jeolla-do, Gyeongsang-do, Gangwon-do. It just came up from all over Korea one by one.


    Yong-soo, who checked the food ingredients table, nodded with a satisfactory look.


    The restaurant was crowded even though it was closed because everyone was briefly in the dining room, leaving only a few people at the funeral hall.


    ''Looking at it like this, you have a lot of family members.’


    There were more than 20 people even though not all of them came. Most of them are people who work in farming, distribution, or food materials.


    Yumi piled up two large boxes of food ingredients and carried them away.


    The day started cooking helping her.


    "I''m going to make japchae. I''ll start with the ingredients."


    "Should I peel the onion first?”


    "Yumi, please make onions, and I''ll cut carrots. A lot of people came in."


    As many as three boxes of carrots came in. When I opened one, I found a lot of dirt on it, which seemed to have just been dug up from the field.


    Wow, that''s awesome.


    "Yeah?"


    But the condition of the carrot was literally beyond imagination.


    The thickness was as big as a fist and the length was long.


    The roots were still fresh, and the sweet smell came up just by washing them in the water.


    A level comparable to oral vegetables. No, this might be more of a high quality.


    ''Since it''s the right time, I think they picked the best ones. Even considering that, you''re in really good shape.''


    It was not just carrots.


    Other vegetables, such as onions and spinach, also showed insufficient quality by saying fresh.


    Grandmother forsythia''s children were really high-quality farmers.


    Especially when I smelled perilla oil, which I raised myself and took to the local mill, I felt dizzy.


    The savory scent stuck in my nose, and I thought I wanted to put rice in it.


    "Let''s do it quickly. It''s more than I thought. I''m sorry about this.I''ll stay up all night."


    "That''s right. I''ll do it as fast as I can, boss!"


    "Please. Mr. Yumi."


    After taking out a large basin, I gushed water and trimmed it.


    Of course, there was no problem because they were two people who touched this amount every day, but now they didn''t have enough time.


    The bereaved families must also have been uncomfortable to leave the funeral home.


    "Your hand movements are unusual. You must have held a knife a lot."


    "Oh, me?"


    "You''re so good for a young man. I can''t stop looking at you."


    The bereaved families also began to talk to Haru and Yumi a few words, perhaps a little too much to just sit back and watch.


    And then, really naturally.


    "Give me a knife, please."


    "You can sit down and wait."


    "Hey, it''s more boring to wait. Let''s just do a side job and help. I''ve been eating kitchen food for decades, too.”


    "Yes! It''s a crop I grew, and I know it best. My carrot is big but the skin is light, so the more you peel it, the more delicious it is. Now, look. Do it like this."In the blink of an eye, most of the bereaved families began to join the work.


    As Yumi and Haru were full of question marks, Choi Han-seok murmured.


    Is that what I think it is?