One day I thought of it.

    It''s just like a ghost.

    The insides, which continue to be empty, are not filled with other foods, so they are always hungry.

    I wonder what he''s thinking right now.

    The taste is now a memory. Even though we''re right next to each other, memories that we couldn''t face.

    As I left the semi-basement, I felt the sun gradually falling.

    There was not much time left until business resumed.

    I hurried to the table heaven with my grandfather.

    Hwang''s grandfather used to be out of breath even if he walked a little, but now he corrected himself even though he walked fast.

    Down the stairs, through the park, until you get to heaven on the table.

    "Is this right? Really?"

    "Huh, dude. It''s me, all right? You can trust and watch."

    "I still can''t believe it. I can''t believe Hella is hiding like this, even saying I don''t know...….”

    "Oh, my God!"

    There were those who were watching the group for such a day.

    The Reaper and Hella.

    The Ripper, wearing a black hoodie and sticking out his head, gave him a big slap in the head.

    "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

    "That''s what I have to say. Anyway, focus and keep watching. Don''t miss a day''s breath. Record it and bring it back."

    "Yes, yes, I''ll do my best...…. Argh! Why are you hitting me again!"

    "It''s none of my business to do what''s best, it''s the best thing to do your best.

    "……Yep."

    Hella returned after excitedly grinding the Ripper, saying she was busy, and the Ripper continued to spy on the day she had completely entered the table heaven, rubbing her head after being beaten by Hella.

    With a note and a pen in both hands.

    Unlike the previous one, which was a bit playful, the reaper was completely focused like when he took the apple pie.

    Soon something was caught in his sight. Reaper was startled and pressed the robe deeper.

    "What, the grim reaper''s coming? What''s going on?"

    What appeared without any warning, none other than the Grim Reaper.

    He seems to be rushing into the table, dragging his shoes with a nervous expression.

    Unable to resist curiosity, Reaper took the risk and looked a little closer.

    And inside the restaurant.

    * * *

    "Well, let''s start cooking right away!"

    "Yes, Chef! The tide is also ready!”

    Haru and Yumi, who arrived at the table''s heaven, rolled up their wrists, shouting fighting spiritually.

    Now that we have customers, there is only one thing for the chef of the restaurant to do.

    Making and serving delicious dishes for the guest. What about today''s guest?

    ''Do you mind? I''m the only one who''s cooking.''

    "You''re a guest, even if it''s just one. And he''s a very valuable guest."

    "Oh, my God. I''m such a precious guest. He''s just a grandfather rolling around."

    "You''ve provided us with such valuable ingredients, and we''d be disappointed if you said so!"

    Yumi picked up a plastic bag with dumplings and said so.

    Hwang''s grandfather smiled softly and shook his hand.

    As if Haru was an actor, he asked in a tone that gave him a lot of style.

    "Come on, sir. Then what would you like to cook for today?

    "I wish it was dumpling soup with these dumplings. Oh, with egg garnish. When my grandmother made dumpling soup, she always put egg garnish on it.""Because it''s good and savory?"

    "There''s that, too. Eggs are good for health. I think I''ve seen them somewhere. I said I wanted to get a little bit more comfortable with my kid."

    "Aha...…."

    In the end, it''s all like that.

    Child, child, child, child, ugly, my baby of a b*tc*.

    Did they say that their parents'' hearts are the same all over the world? The same goes for grandmothers.

    I want to feed them even a little bit. I''m full just by watching them eat.

    ''Totally kicked out the dishes made by those parents...…. Abandoned my parents. I don''t even know who it is, but I do.''

    To be honest, one day I was upset.

    All I know is a picture of my childhood from Hwang''s grandfather''s house.

    I wanted to get angry at his son who didn''t even know his name.

    Although it''s a relationship between the restaurant owner and the customer. Even though it was only that much, I was furious.

    Still, he laughed. Since it''s a restaurant.

    "Then I''ll take your order with dumpling soup!"

    "Huh, nice to meet you."

    "Mr. Haru..." No, Mr. Haru! I''ve been boiling beef bone for a while ago. I''ll make the egg right away."

    "Then I''ll take care of the dumplings. The cooking will be over soon, so please wait a little longer."

    It''splash!

    He vigorously opened a bag of dumplings that had been closed for a long time.

    Looking at the size of a dumpling the size of a day''s fist, I thought two would be enough for one person, but I decided to use one more.

    If you''re full with two. Mother''s heart is three hearts.

    One day I don''t know what my mother''s heart is.

    I''ve never had a family, so I''ve never felt it. Probably for the rest of my life.

    But even on such a day, my hands moved by themselves. I felt the same way. In my grandfather''s heart, in his heart.

    I checked the dumpling''s condition just in case, but fortunately it was fine.

    Frozen foods with unknown shelf life are really dangerous.

    There are many people who think that just putting it in the freezer is enough, but there are many cases where it doesn''t actually happen.

    But unfortunately or fortunately.

    "I think the refrigerator at Mr. Hwang''s grandfather''s house is a little broken, but it''s frozen to the point where I don''t think it''s a normal freezer." Rather, it was well preserved thanks to him.''

    The broken refrigerator kept the dumplings in very good condition.

    Light is frozen dumplings without steaming behind them.

    Therefore, it was calculated that if only thawing and cooking were paid attention, the original taste could be maximized.

    One day, I took out five dumplings. Three for grandpa, and two for Haru and Yumi.

    Re-sealed the dumplings well in a zipper bag and soaked them in lukewarm water.

    There''s nothing like this when you defrost frozen food quickly and in quality.’

    It''s also called "Hot Water Defrosting".

    Put simply, warm. Or keep food that you want to defrost well under running water.

    There was a great advantage that the water did not directly reach and the heat was transmitted well, so it was well defrosted to the inside.

    I thought it would be ridiculous to put such precious food in a microwave.

    "This is it."

    Dumplings are softer than I thought. I just wrapped it in flour.

    So, for about five minutes, I finished defrosting while still slightly frozen.

    The beef bone that was boiled again is heated up.

    After taking enough beef bone soup for one serving, I put three dumplings and started boiling them.The heat goes into the dumpling so that the warmth spreads out evenly.

    In fact, dumpling soup is a simpler dish than I thought. To be exact, assuming that a really complicated underlying process has been completed.

    When the dumplings were heated properly, add onion and minced garlic to add flavor, and season with a little soy sauce and salt.

    Put boiling dumpling soup in a bowl, then egg garnish and seaweed powder. And I finished it by sprinkling sesame seeds.

    They all copied the details that Hwang''s grandfather told them.

    Oddly enough, there was no green onion. It''s because my son didn''t like it.

    Gulp.

    Ahead of the finished dish, Haru and Yumi swallowed dry saliva by themselves.

    I was very nervous.

    Even though I was convinced that it was the best dish a day could make now, I felt heavy on my shoulders because I knew how much was on this bowl.

    But what can we do if that''s the case? The dice have already been cast.

    Haru, spice!

    Yes, sir.

    Lastly, I poured all the spices left in the dumpling soup.

    There wasn''t much left in the first place, and I didn''t want to leave any regrets while I was at it.

    The spices of Yeomra, such as snowflakes, also sank into the white beef bone soup.

    Watching it melt away, one day I felt something ineffable.

    Hm, hm, after clearing my throat. I carefully took the bowl.

    He grew up with a woman named Yumi, who was raised by a teacher named Choi Han-seok, who had been built by a person named Haru so far. I put everything in this bowl.

    "Here''s your heavenly meal."

    "……thank you. Don''t you have yours?"

    "We''ve also warmed up dumplings for each of us. Thank you, I''ll enjoy the meal."

    "Thank you for the food! I can''t wait!"

    "Yeah, yeah. I''m glad, though. I''m not the only one eating this dumpling. I''m eating it with people like this. I''m sure she''ll love it."

    "Yes, I''m sure it is."

    "Well, shall we have a taste?”

    Hwang''s grandfather raised his spoon with a reverent gesture.

    Slurp! A smile immediately came to my mind when I took a sip of the soup.

    It may be a natural reaction because a day when Michelin was flattered with beef bone soup and beef bone was boiled with all one''s heart and soul.

    But the real thing was, of course, separate.

    Dumplings that are too big to even compare to what they sell.

    Carefully place it on the spoon and put it on the plate, cut it in half and sprinkle soy sauce.

    One bite.

    “…….”

    My grandfather didn''t speak.

    Slowly savoring the taste of the dumplings, he closed his eyes.

    Haru and Yumi picked up chopsticks right away because they were so curious.

    I wanted to taste the original flavor, so I tasted steamed dumplings without dipping soy sauce.

    "……Wow."

    I''m sure it is.

    Haru, the ingredients are almost the same as Yumi''s. To the point where I can''t think of any difference.

    The same is true of even the way it is made. I didn''t think there would be a big difference one day.

    But even so, it doesn''t make any sense.

    "Grandpa was right. It''s a taste that I can''t reach, this dumpling."

    "Are you saying this is the taste of the hand? It''s unbelievable. You even froze it once and melted it! But how can you do this? The mixture of meat and kimchi is just...…. Are you crazy?"

    It was really good.

    The dumplings I''ve eaten so far were not dumplings. It was unbelievably delicious.Taste of your hands.

    I''m afraid it really did happen. You can''t imitate it with skill or skill. You can''t imitate it.

    It''s a mother''s taste with love and heart.

    My grandfather didn''t speak. She opened her closed eyes, but she was shaking so hard.

    Even his hands were the same, but he still drank the next drink.

    One bite, one more bite.

    "Haru, you. Now!"

    "Shh. Can you be quiet a little?”

    No one was agitated even though the grim reaper suddenly entered the restaurant.

    Starting with my grandfather, time was slowly passing by.