Well, it''s inevitable that the underworld said something weird.

    But I couldn''t just send it back because I ordered a dish that I wanted to eat as a guest.

    It wasn''t that I wasn''t even remotely interested in what he said, of course, but anyway.

    Boil thin noodles, boil beans, and grind them.

    Soon after, a bowl of bean-soup noodles was made.

    It was made using black bean frosting, so the color was dark like black bean soy milk, but it didn''t look bad because it was finely ground.

    How should I say this? It looked like the food my grandma made for me, so I liked it.

    "Would you like salt or sugar?"

    "I''d normally eat it with salt, but Seo-ri-tae is so sweet, right? While I''m eating, I''m craving sugar today."

    "Then I''ll have it, too. Yumi, what, Yumi?

    "Of course!"

    Cold bean-soup noodles have a strong taste as much as sweet and sour pork. Sprinkle with sugar or salt.

    I used to be a salt lover for a day, but I decided to add sugar to the sea today.

    I mixed sugar into the made bean-soup noodles and scooped up a spoonful.

    "Well!"

    It''s a taste that automatically makes you exclamate.

    Sour, sweet, but completely different from the sweet taste of sugar, bean soup with chewy thin noodles.

    It''s as simple as that, but it''s a friendly dish.

    And if you add a few pieces of kimchi that Haru personally put on top of that...…. Slurp!

    "Oh, it''s delicious."

    "Do you like it?"

    "That''s the taste I thought of. Good. I think I know why the underworld liked Haru''s restaurant so much these days. They keep making food that I want to eat with this much flavor. Besides, eating after work, hmm. That''s great."

    Yeom-ra smiled with a happy look on her face.

    Looking at it like this, he looks like an office worker who is working overtime and is drinking at a regular restaurant after work.

    Of course, Yeom-ra was not drinking, but anyone who saw him for the first time would not have believed there was no alcohol.

    In other words, it''s like this.

    "You''re human, my lord."

    "Hmm? What did you say?”

    "I think sometimes these days. So is Soongeol, and so is the King of the Underworld. How should I say it? I think you''re becoming more and more human.”

    "It''s human...I''m already way out of the human race. Even more than ghosts."

    "Still, I wonder if it''s important."

    "Oh...…."

    She''s closing her eyes as if it''s amazing. After thinking for a while, he soon smirked.

    "It''s interesting."

    "Hmm? What?”

    "While I was working as a grim reaper, I thought a lot about it. You see people in front of you, you get in trouble in front of you. And then, surely, the world has changed a lot...That''s what I was thinking. Now that Haru has said that."

    Certainly, the underworld has changed a lot. Haru and Yumi were thinking the same thing.

    The word "change" works in a good way. How can I say, it''s a little more flexible.

    Unlike before, when I used to give off a force that would make my neck run away if I made a mistake in a word, I now feel like a friendly neighborhood person.

    Of course, it''s only for one day. Ordinary people or ghosts will faint as soon as they see the underworld, but anyway.

    "I really think about it a lot. Here we go again, Hansu."

    "Hey, you''re an actor. What am I to say?"

    "I''m telling you, I don''t usually say empty words. I''ve lived for hundreds of years, but I still have something to learn. Or maybe I forgot, but that''s the big deal.""I''m glad to hear that."

    Exactly what the underworld was thinking. I honestly don''t know if I said it.

    Whether the word delicious was true or not, Yeomra emptied all the food served without leaving a drop of bean soup.

    Time for the ears to close soon.

    Just before he left the restaurant, he turned around and looked at Haru and Yumi and said another word.

    "Oh, and. I just heard from the servant of the underworld."

    "Yes, what is it?"

    "I think we could meet earlier than I thought. He said he wanted to rest with his mouth. You didn''t feel that way, did you? You''ve already fallen into the world."

    Then he talked.

    Two gentle souls came into the underworld, and they were even woven into a new red thread.

    I told the servants of the underworld to save good parents.

    What does this mean? One day I could tell without thinking deeply.

    "Say yes."

    The time of death is fast. I mean, hmm.

    When I thought I''d be born tomorrow. As much as it takes 20 years to become an adult.

    "Maybe I''ll see you before I become a grandfather."

    "Maybe, if you''re lucky."

    "I''m not worried. I''m a lucky man. Thank you."

    He bowed his head, bowed his waist, and politely thanked him.

    Twenty years, of course, the minimum is twenty years, but it may be a very short time before we meet our missing family again.

    And one more. As expected, no matter how many times I think about it.

    ''You''re more human than most people, look at this. Lord of the Underworld.''

    Did he say the underworld is ironic? Yes, that is absolutely correct.

    Yeomra, the king of ghosts who can die, is perhaps much more humane than them.

    What will happen in 20 years?’

    Yumi and I were dating on the premise of marriage in the first place, so we probably got married by then.

    I don''t know if there''s a child or not. But how old is a day by then?

    It''s almost time to be over 50. I don''t know if I''ll still be standing in the kitchen until then.

    Well, around the time I''m cleaning up the kitchen with those thoughts in mind.

    Yumi, who was searching for her cell phone, brought something.

    "Mr. Haru, Mr. Haru! Can I have a look at this for a second?"

    "Huh? What is it? Oh! This is our picture. I can tell it was a long time ago."

    "Right, when we first met. The food lecture? After that, we took a group photo with other chefs. I was organizing my cell phone and I saw this."

    "Wow, that''s a great memory. When was this? It was almost three years ago."

    "I know. LOL, but. There''s something that surprised me.”

    "What is it, Yumi?"

    A precious picture of you two when your relationship was established.

    It was a day when I was immersed in memories while looking at the memories reflected over Yumi''s cell phone screen, but I had no choice but to pause for a moment what Yumi said as if it were nothing.

    "Maybe it''s just a feeling. It''s been about 3 years, but now. Haru and I haven''t changed much, have we?”

    "How come nothing has changed? We opened several stores and even dated like this.”

    "No, no, not like that. How should I say this? More physically? It''s just, compared to other people. You don''t look old at all.""Will you?"

    I can''t tell that I''m old.

    Honestly, at first, I thought Yumi was just saying what she said.

    But when I made eye contact with her, one day I realized Yumi was serious.

    There were several people in the picture, including Park Joo-hyuk.

    In the picture, Park Joo-hyuk''s appearance three years ago and Park Joo-hyuk''s appearance that I saw a few days ago crossed my mind.

    Certainly, it was old.

    Chef is such a hard job, but even considering that, Park Ju-hyuk definitely got old during the day and the time he spent.

    Wrinkling around the eyes, cracking voices, and the face as a whole grew closer to that of the old man.

    It was also enough that he was now over 40 years old, often referred to as "the old man."

    But how''s your day going? And Yumi was next to you?

    "Um……. Certainly, I think so, as Yumi said."

    "Actually, Ye-young said that to me a few days ago. You said I look like I''m the only one getting older. Haru and I don''t look old at all. You said it was the same as it used to be."

    "By the way, does this make sense? We''re not ghosts. He''s alive and well. But how can I not get old...…. Oh, there it is."

    Of course, it didn''t make sense. It was a day when I was going to snort.

    Then came his own watch, which now felt just like his skin.

    Only two in the world. It is a watch that only Yumi and herself are wearing.

    A gift from the underworld that allows two people to live by receiving money whenever they feed or give holy fire to ghosts, and that money is replaced with time.

    Of course, much of that meaning is lost now. The reason is simple.

    The time people spend in their lives is the same, but Haru and Yumi''s rice and liquor trade have gone so well.

    It may not be completely calculated, but about 50 years is still in this watch for two people to live without difficulty.

    In addition, it will increase gradually. There''s no way Haru and Yumi won''t be doing business with ghosts for 50 years.

    As the grim reaper once said, Haru and Yumi may be able to live indefinitely.

    The time left on the clock must be zero to die, but ghosts continue to emerge.

    So maybe. Really, maybe. If Haru and Yumi don''t get older, don''t tell me why.

    "Wow……"

    "I think Yumi and I are thinking the same thing, right?"

    "I think that''s absolutely right. I''ve been thinking vaguely for a long time, but I thought it was ridiculous. But how should I say this? Looking at the evidence that it''s a picture. Hmmm."

    Being able to live almost forever by not getting old, not dying, and giving warm food to ghosts.

    As the grim reaper or the underworld said, Haru and Yumi may have become something really special.

    But one day I wasn''t worried at all. I thought it was rather good.

    There were a lot of real problems that came to mind right away, but one thing.

    "With Yumi, then we can stay together. Cooking together, living together. All the way."

    "……Haru?"

    "And later, until the two of you who went to rest first come. We''ll be able to wait. Don''t you think so?"

    Haru said that and made eye contact with Yumi.Yumi thought about it for a while and nodded and smiled.

    Suddenly, one day I thought. If Choi Han-seok and the grim reaper were here, what would they have said?

    The voices of the two seemed to be heard in my ears.

    And a week later.

    An unexpected guest came to the restaurant''s home-cooked meal.