Have a Meal Before You Go

Thirty years ago monsters appeared and many countries and cities of the world collapsed.

Korea was no exception.

Local cities are gone, people are dead. Awakened people gathered in Seoul, where for the first time, Awakened people gathered.

When the Awakened were united, people gathered. People gathered in Seoul to rebuild the city.

The world went back around them.

It was the setting in which the title of the Guardian was created.

Names are referred to as Korea. In fact, the city itself has been reduced to Korea.

“The Monster Invasion was last 10 years ago. I heard that some monsters have suddenly disappeared since then. I still don't know why. ”

“What do some monsters mean? ”

“Monsters that are classified as‘ bosses' right now. They disappeared for a moment. It was when the power balance between the Awakeners and the monsters collapsed. ”

Interesting.

“That's what we call a day of turmoil." So we have peace now. Now the boss class has become the kind of monster that can only be seen in a new dungeon. ”

Chulho thought about that 10 years ago.

Ten years ago, it was a very meaningful time for Chulho as well.

‘At that time. This must be the moment I made contact with the Demon King. ’

“And the people who stood at the forefront of the last Great Invasion 10 years ago were the Guardians, the First Awakeners of the Association, and the Heavenly Mother. Oh, of course, everybody was fighting for their lives. ”

“I see.”

“Back then. MagChangsa almost died, too. And I heard that I owe my life to the commander in heaven. ”

Keeping that in mind, Chulho slightly closed his eyes.

Queek

The door opens. Chulho looks at the shop door.

You're a guest.

* * *

Tonight there were two guests.

One side is a friend I've seen many times before. Changsha Kim Sang-hoo, and the other, a man I've never seen before.

Let me see his age. Chulho took a quick look at his age.

‘You look just like me. ’

Roughly from the late 50s to the early 60s. However, there was a side to the man whose appearance made him slightly unthinkable in his age.

Nice outfit. You wear leather armor and wear a sword to your waist.

‘Elderly. ’

It was the right man for the word.

“Welcome. ”

Magdalene bows her head. The man next to him sat down with his head clasped.

“Was there a restaurant like this? ”

That old man must be in heaven. I knew Chulho the other day.

“Yes."

Magchang insisted. It was as if a young child was struggling.

“Ms. Grant, do you have any menus? ”

In his question, Chulho folded his arms, thinking for a moment and answering.

“Today is homemade food. ”

“Oh? Home-cooked? ”

Zholho nods at the horse changer's question.

“Yes.”

“Home-cooked.”

Magistrate shrugs surprisingly.

“What do you think, old man? ”

“Sounds good.”

The heavenly host responded with a heavy voice. Cheolho went into the kitchen and asked.

“This might take a while, but....... are you busy? ”

A slight smile appeared on the face of the heavenly host and disappeared. He shakes his head.

“No, I'm not busy anymore. So I'm going to ask you very slowly. ”

as slowly as possible -

Cheolho pondered the words. I soon caught a soft smile on Iron Hoe's mouth.

Yeah, sure.

* * *

I'm gonna make us some new food.

Cheolho wipes out the rice cooker scraped off Nurung paper and puts the rice back on.

Then.

I took out the kettle bowl. I started boiling with half the water. When the water boiled quickly, I put three spoonfuls of miso in it.

I'm going to boil some miso stew right away.

Loosen the miso well, boil the water, and add various ingredients.

In fact, this miso stew had different recipes for each house. Because there are countless ways, there are flavors.

The method used by Chulho is a rather crude and rough taste.

Chulho used to boil long after putting only miso and vegetables without making soup separately. Then it tastes less sweetness, but it tastes very thick and juicy, with a hint of miso.

They also give you zucchini, onions, and chopped peppers.

The point is to boil your arms and make them smell.

The reason Miso Soup is delicious is because it smells and expectations rise first - it was a philosophy with its own theory.

The white tofu is the one that will decorate the damage on the boiling chimney. Slice tofu generously. And arms again!

Collected scents would have bloomed, passed across the kitchen to the table. Cheolho smiled satisfactorily and then began to make a side dish.

Next up is Velto Al Frey. One egg should be enough for two.

Chihuahua!

By the time Velto Al Fry is ripe, try another feast.

“Let me see.”

There is a ‘German Fish’ in the freezer room that has not been eaten yet. Chulho cut up the Velto egg fries nicely and divided them into plates, then began roasting German fish around the oil again.

Tsk, tsk!

The kitchen was filled with aromatic harmonies. The steaming rice cooker, the smell of ground miso stew, and the bland, mouth-watering scent of Velto Al Fry.

Last but not least, the smell of ripening fish!

Chulho grilled and roasted a German fish. You shrug.

I couldn't hear them, but I could hear them.

It's dangerous outside of Seoul.

- I know how to guard one of my own.

Even if the boss only comes out of the dungeon after a disastrous day 10 years ago, the countryside is illegal.

- You've grown up, now you can teach adults a lesson?

I'm 30 years old now. That's where you'd say you're from, right?

- Yes, I am.

- Huh, country bumpkin. If we go there, we might not last a few days and run away.

Chulho smiled again listening to them.

I felt like a father and son.

Magchang was acting like a fool to his father, and he enjoyed taking care of his son like that.

That's nice.

Chulho placed the perfectly baked German fish back on the plate.

The miso stew is cooked, and the rice is very well cooked.

Here you go.

Now let's fill two bowls full of rice.

Steaming sand rises above the white rice rice. Chulho enjoyed the aroma while drinking the steam aloud.

Crispy miso soup, well-baked german fish, Velto Al Fry, and finally, chopping into the latest flame making.

* * *

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

Two men were startled. Yeah, I was pretty surprised when I made my own helmet.

‘I haven't eaten takeout in a long time. ’

I thought.

Although there are many delicious things in the world and in the world, Koreans sometimes eat well. I guess it's the same for both men.

Mahchang noticed something the bear was thinking.

Soon, he picks up the spoon and puts the white rice in his mouth.

Then.

A spoonful of miso stew.

One more time, Hook.

Chuckle - I spit out white steam, chew a little and enjoy the hot rice and miso stew.

The salty and miso flavored stew was the perfect match for Bob. If you enjoy it, swallow it.

If something warm goes in on your neck, I feel better.

Makchang began to eat so well.

Take a large fry of Velto Egg and place it in a bowl and sprinkle the thick miso stew over it. Then, with a fork, a big drink with a spoon.

I eat it again in ridicule. Changsha was eating like a man in trouble if he didn't eat quickly.

Here you go.

Now let's try the grilled fish.

Magchang put his chopsticks into the fins of a German fish grill and applied the thorns well. Then I picked up a big chunk of flesh.

I look around. Cheolho asked.

“Can I get you soy sauce and wasabi? ”

Magchang is chewing on something in his mouth, so he nods instead.

Loosen the wasabi in the soy sauce and take a big mouthful of chunky fish. And eat a couple of dice, and a spoonful of food.

He stared at him delightedly, not eating food.

At some point.

The paladin rises to his feet, swallowing water.

“Ms. Grant, please give me the same one again. ”

“Yes?”

When Chulho opened his eyes and looked down, many of those branches disappeared. Mahchang ate it all up and threw it away.

“Oh, yeah. ”

Magistrate delivers the bills, calculates them, then looks at the sky a little, and he says, "Huddah!" I left the store and threw it away. You hear him running back there.

He stares at him dazed, scratching his head and turning to Cheolho.

“I'm sorry, she's not yet of age. ”

“What are you talking about? You're the Guardian.”

“Haha.”

In the heavenly state, he pulled out a cigarette with a careless smile. I suddenly apologized to Chulho as if I had made a mistake.

“Oops, I'm sorry. Do you smoke…..”

“I don't have any guests. Let's burn one. ”

He nods and asks for a cigarette.

Cheolho tries to get into the kitchen with an empty plate, but the heavenly host opens his mouth.

“Smells good. ”

“Yes?”

I turned my head, and the heavenly host smiled.

“Smells good. The smell of cooking rice. It's been a long time. ”

“Thank you."

He stared at the sliding air. Then he lit a cigarette.

A long smoke gushed out. Soon, he opened his mouth again.

“Thirty years ago, I admired Seoul. ”

Chulho puts the empty bowl next to the table and sits in his chair.

“It's been a while. ”

“I see. It's been a long time, if you think about it. It was a crazy time, a blink of an eye -”

He glances at the fading air of cigarette smoke, and says,

“When I left home, I thought I'd be able to go back soon. Everyone was going to Seoul at that time. I went to Seoul to live. ”

Cheolho had a soft smile.

I was curious about the story of this wonderful old man.