I Quit My Job and Run a Café - Chapter 260



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Quitting the company and opening a cafe Episode 260

I cleared the table and went out into the yard for a moment.

There was a table in the yard, and we decided to eat dessert there.

Originally, I was going to just eat on the table that was cleared, but I guess I was worried that the person in the room might hear me.

My grandfather moved so I moved there.

The wind was still cool, so being outside wasn’t bad.

Of course, the sun set and the moon rose.

“I’d like to buy you a drink, but I have to drive, so I’ll take this instead.”

“Yes. Next time I come here for drinks, I’ll just grab you and come.”

“Haha! That’s right. I have a room.”

“Yes. Ah! Eat quickly.”

The two people who were still fiddling with the cups paused for a moment to allow them to drink.

Only then do you take a sip.

“Mmm~ It’s delicious.”

“Really? It smells good and isn’t too sweet. It’s delicious~ I’ve tried the ones the kids buy for me at work a few times, but Young Piedman’s is pretty good. Old man, try this too.”

Both of them gave favorable reviews.

I’m glad you like it.

He took a sip of his drink and a bite of his pie.

This one too, one persimmon and one apple.

First, each of you took a bite, and then you took turns sharing what you were eating, like a drink.

“Mmm~ This is really delicious. It’s not too sweet or sticky, and it’s light, so I could keep eating it. If I had just kept running the restaurant, I would have asked them to deliver it to me.”

“Heh heh. The apples smell really good. I don’t know where they come from, but they’re good quality apples.”

A smile naturally appeared on my face at the compliments from both of them.

A pleasant tea time followed for a while. I was curious about what he had said earlier, but I didn’t rush him to ask.

“The moonlight here is really nice.”

Instead, I looked up at the sky at Hansong’s words that broke the brief silence.

The moon is the same whether it’s at the tiger shelter or here.

“That’s right. It’s soft and nice.”

“Right? It feels different from back home. Why is that?”

I don’t know either. Maybe it’s because the angle is different?

In fact, from our perspective, it may have been a long way, but from the moon’s perspective, it was just about the same…

‘It must be my imagination.’

Even when looking at the same thing, each person sees it differently.

Also, don’t each of them sometimes see the same thing differently depending on their mood?

Perhaps the moon looks different now because Hansongi’s mood is different from when she was in the village.

Same things, different… … .

Suddenly, I thought of the person in the room.

What would the moon look like to that person?

“My son and his wife got divorced when Gyu-seung was still a baby. So we ended up raising the child.”

The old man, who had been quietly lost in thought while looking at the moon in the cup, suddenly brought up a story.

It was the first time I saw you today, but there was something like that.

This is the part where I want to speak honestly.

More precisely, there was a flow of air that made me want to tell others what I was feeling that I couldn’t tell anyone else.

Usually, at the tiger shelter, I would deliberately create that kind of atmosphere.

By displaying all of the talents of this life, such as coordination and charm, he created a situation where the air itself could have that feeling.

Of course, I did other things too. Like making things easier by throwing out topics for conversation.

‘This isn’t a tiger shelter, though.’

Should we call it a makeshift tiger shelter?

I was able to create that kind of atmosphere subtly.

Since there was a platform in the yard, it strangely felt like an empty lot in a tiger shelter.

There was no lawn or surrounding trees, but the moonlight made up for it all.

“He must have felt abandoned. He was timid no matter what he did, and although he wasn’t bullied at school, he couldn’t fit in with the crowd.”

“Even if you get divorced, won’t your children come to see you? Wasn’t that table set up earlier because your children were coming?”

“His mother passed away from illness, and the son started a new life. He said he would come, but it’s been years since he came.”

“Oh. Then?”

“I set the table just in case you come… … I think that if you see the table set rather than an empty one when you come, you’ll be more likely to come next time.”

Although he spoke calmly, his slightly trembling voice was filled with subtle anger, regret, and sadness.

Perhaps it is because I can feel the trembling of that voice that I can understand things that are incomprehensible.

“The reason the child doesn’t come out like that is because the child’s mother left first. Until recently, we didn’t know that it would be this bad because we were running a restaurant. But I thought that the child would come out when there were no people… … .”

“We’re all fine. It’s all our fault as children who we raised, so it’s only natural that we take responsibility for our grandchildren. But how long will we live if we live? That’s what I’m worried about now.”

After my grandfather’s words, it became difficult to say anything after my grandmother’s words.

Even if I told him I would live longer, it was no comfort.

In any case, his life is bound to be shorter than that of his grandson.

Of course, there is no order to going, but if it is the other way around, it is also a problem.

This was a very difficult topic for me to say anything about.

But thanks to that, I figured out the problem.

‘You must have locked yourself in that room because you were so hurt.’

It was a sad story.

I had heard of cases like this, but seeing it in person made it even more so.

The fact that mental illness is not something that is always expressed somewhere, but can also eat away at oneself like that.

“Hey, don’t say that. You’re still awake. What are you talking about?”

“Hehehe. Yeah, he’s still healthy. We’re not worried about either of us right now.”

Grandfather smiled at Hansong’s words and said:

But there was a bit of a dark side to those words.

‘Looking at your condition, it doesn’t seem like you’re in particularly healthy.’

It seemed like there were some things that couldn’t be helped because of his age.

High blood pressure, blood sugar, etc. Still, he was in relatively good health for his age.

To that extent… … maybe I can help you a little?

Of course, Lee Gyu-seung, who is in the room, still doesn’t know.

No matter how much you want to help, it’s useless if you don’t receive it yourself.

At Tiger Shelter, there were people who wanted to make changes themselves. Now, it is bound to be even more difficult.

‘This might take some time.’

If I couldn’t get it out of that room right away, it seemed like it would take some time.

Of course, there is no guarantee that we will get anything done if we just wait, so we need to leave at least a small hole open.

“Is there anything your grandchild likes or anything like that?”

“Well, I guess I should be able to figure out what he’s doing in there. He’s the type of guy who doesn’t express himself well. Oh, he was watching something really hard in there. I don’t know if it was a movie or something.”

“What do you eat?”

“Food? Well… What did Gyu-seung like?”

The grandfather asked the grandmother.

There is nothing more effective than tempting people or animals with food. It is instinct.

“She really liked the yakgwa that her mother made. Whenever she made it, she would stick to her and eat it one by one. But she wouldn’t eat the ones I made. She made the exact same recipe that her mother gave her, but strangely enough, she knew everything.”

“Really? It’s a medicine… … Um, if you don’t mind, can I make that?”

“Huh? You?”

“Yes. I’m a little curious. I also run a cafe.”

I knew that there was no need to ferment or do anything separate from the medicine.

So it shouldn’t take long to make.

It was worth a try, as long as I had the ingredients and the recipe.

“Ahem. What difference would that make? This person’s cooking skills are pretty good too… … .”

“Oh. What’s so hard about that? Just give it a try. Everyone has different tastes. Do you know? I wonder if Gyu-seung will eat what this young gentleman makes. Looking at how well he made this, I can see that he’ll make delicious yakgwa too. I bought the ingredients and they’re over there. I was thinking about making it this year just in case.”

Grandmother waved her hand and blocked Grandfather’s negative opinion.

And he willingly gave me his kitchen, his ingredients, and his recipes.

First, I read the neatly written recipe.

The letters were written large so that Grandma could read them easily. It was a recipe filled with Mom’s heart.

‘I guess that’s why I gave you this recipe, because you didn’t come here often while you were alive.’

My son liked it so I asked my grandmother to make it for him. But my grandmother said that he didn’t eat the food she made…

‘Analysis, planning.’

I completely tore the recipe apart and memorized it in my head.

And I understood.

‘Coffee, molasses, and pomegranate? Huh?’

I see. What was different?

I looked at the recipe and smiled.

“I think you can do well.”

“Huh? Really?”

“yes.”

The outside of the medicine had a surprising sticky coating.

That’s right.

‘The dough needs cinnamon, but this is… … cinnamon, right?’

Looking at the ingredients my grandmother had bought, it was definitely cinnamon. And the recipe called for cinnamon.

Cinnamon is commonly known as cinnamon, but this is half true and half false.

First of all, there was not just one type of cinnamon, but several types.

Among them, two. We are mainly talking about cassia cinnamon, commonly known as cinnamon, and Ceylon cinnamon, known as cinnamon… … .

First of all, putting everything else aside, the taste between the two was different.

Cassia cinnamon has a much stronger flavor and, above all, a spicy taste, so it is not usually used in desserts.

In comparison, Ceylon cinnamon had a more luxurious and softer aroma.

Since the taste is so different, the uses are naturally different.

‘Is this where the difference came from?’

The reason why Lee Gyu-seung did not eat the yakgwa made by his grandmother was not simply because he missed his mother, but also because of differences in the recipe and ingredients.

“Um… … But what should I do with this? Is cinnamon the only thing we have?”

I looked again at the ingredients my grandmother had bought.

Everything else was the same, except there was no cinnamon.

Do I have to use cinnamon?

“Why? Is there anything missing?”

“Oh, is that cinnamon… … something else?”

“Cinnamon? Is there anything else besides cinnamon?”

“Yes. It’s a little different from what’s in the recipe.”

As I was just quietly looking at the ingredients, my grandmother came over to help me. And she looked surprised at what I said.

It seemed like he didn’t know.

In fact, you might not know about it because it is not used much in cooking.

“Was that something that could be different? Oh, my. I didn’t even know that. But what should I do? That’s the only cinnamon I bought.”

“hmm.”

It’s back to square one.

It’s too late to go buy some cinnamon now.

It takes an hour just to get out of this rural area. It takes two hours to get there and back.

Then it would be completely night… … and I couldn’t be sure if I would be able to return home.

Of course, I could have stayed overnight, but it wasn’t planned…

“Oh, right! There’s that, but it’s a little different. Let’s just stay still.”

At that moment, the grandmother suddenly started looking around.

But there really were a lot of things.

Various powders, seasonings, dried vegetables, etc.

I wonder what’s so great about the kitchen.

And then you start to wonder how you can remember all of this.

Grandma took out a small bottle.

“uh?”

“I have this. I received it before, but is this different?”

“Yes. This is cinnamon.”

But… …it wasn’t just cinnamon.

[Cinnamon]

*situation

─Advanced

*effect

─Courage

Although the condition was advanced, it was effective.

“Where did you get this?”

“I forgot that the monk at Hyeonseonsa Temple gave me something good before.”

“Hyeonseonsa?”

“Why, the temple you went up to today. It was originally Hyeonseonsa Temple.”

“Ah. Then, is there a monk there?”

“Did he tell you to grind it into powder and mix it with water and drink it? Anyway, I was coming down after making an offering there when a monk stopped me and gave it to me. He said he had received a gift too, but he didn’t have any use for it, but he thought I might be able to use it. That was back then… … It’s been a few years, so do you think it’s okay?”

“The condition is fine. I’ll use this.”

The monk wondered where he had gotten this and why he had given it to the old woman, but he couldn’t waste any more time, so he decided to start making yakgwa…

In an unfamiliar kitchen with soft moonlight, ‘Cheonmu-gyeol’ was performed.

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