“Here it is.”
He stopped walking in front of a shabby single-story red brick house that collapsed at the end of a narrow alley.
Hae-joon couldn’t get inside easily, but only looked outside at the building.
Old doors and rusty handles.
The yard in the fence was overgrown with weeds, and I’ve been out of touch for a while.
Ivy vines were wrapped around red bricks and doors.
At first glance, there was a housing atmosphere in which the natives had left ahead of the demolition or redevelopment.
“It’s an expensive neighborhood, but it’s not managed at all.
Well, if it’s a house he left, it means he’s the owner of the father.
He’s been missing for more than five years. Has this place been neglected for five years?”
The condition was the worst as it was left unattended for five years.
Profits-
After hesitating for a while, Hae-joon courageously pushes the small wooden door through the brick wall.
The weeds that grew to my knees felt soft.
Hae-joon moved carefully, feeling something mysterious.
As I approached the building, I saw a sign I had not seen before.
“Hard-style sunflowers?”
There was a clumsy picture of sunflower next to the writing of [Sunflower] written in English cursive, and a rusted one corner of the support had fallen off.
Perhaps the house was used as a restaurant, not for residential use.
“By the way, in this day and age….”
Hard food (洋式).
It literally means “light western cuisine,” such as omurice, pork cutlet, and hamburger steak.
It’s a restaurant that sells the same thing.
It was one of the two major mountain ranges of family dining out with jajangmyeon, but it disappeared naturally with the advent of family restaurants.
“Long time no see”
I have been to Kyungyang Restaurant several times holding my parents’ hands when I was very young.
This is because Hae-joon liked pork cutlet more than black bean noodles.
When I ordered pork cutlet, the lamb soup that tasted like milk came out first.
It was made in large quantities of commercial soup, but it always had two bowls of additional orders because it had a unique taste.
After that, a large old pork cutlet filled with pickled radish, beans, pickles, and macaroni salad came out.
If you dip a fork into a pork cutlet that is steaming with sauce on a fried pork cutlet and a bite of pork cutlet cut by your mother, the taste was heaven.
It was quite a large amount for young Hae-joon to eat, but he couldn’t eat it often, so I remember that Hae-joon emptied the plate.
It was delicious.’
A strange smile hung around Hae-joon’s mouth, which reminded him of old memories.
In the meantime, Hae-joon has not given much meaning to eating.
To him, who is left alone after his mother’s death, food simply keeps him alive.
It was nothing more than old.
This is because eating alone cannot be delicious.
But somehow, I was particularly attracted to my taste today.
It may be because I have a small memory of Gyeongyang Restaurant.
“But did your father run this restaurant himself?”
The father in memory was far from cooking.
You said you’d make a special meal for your late mother, and sometimes you’d like to make it to the kitchen on Sunday mornings.
Except for standing, I’ve never seen my father make food.
However, the restaurant passed Hae-joon’s garden and headed to the front of the building, apparently thinking that his father’s legacy, the Gyeongyang Restaurant, would somehow be related to his father.
It’s pretty spacious.’
The yard was quite spacious.
There are only weeds now, but if you’re good at grazing and organizing, it’s pretty good.
It was likely to turn into a garden.
When Hae-joon arrived at the entrance, she picked up a branch that fell on the floor and found a vine and a spider web.
I took the key out of the envelope.
“Hmm… What is it?”
Hae-joon looked embarrassed when he took out the key.
The key left by my father was an entrepreneurial design like an item from an RPG game.
The keyhole in the porch was a very modern shape, a key that no one could see.
“Isn’t that the door key?”
Hae-joon, who tilted his head, turned the handle carefully.
Fortunately, the door opened with an unlocked sound.
When I opened the door, the smell of stale air and dust for a long time greeted the sun.
“Whew, smell.”
Hae-joon, who frowned lightly on his forehead, waved his hand in the air and looked inside the store.
Unlike the outside, the inside was quite neat. It’s old but not tacky.
There were round, square wooden tables and five or six chairs in the hall.
There was an old LP and a turntable on one side of the wall, and it was cute.
Old props were displayed in a pleasing manner.
For a long time, there was a lot of dust because there was no human touch, but it was properly managed to operate immediately after dusting off and touching a little.
Hae-joon looked from place to place to find any traces of his father.
However, there were no traces of his father here, just on a normal day of cultivation.
Hae-joon, who had been looking around for a long time, gave up and sighed in his chair.
“What do I do now?”
There was no trace left by my father.
Hae-joon’s despairing and pessimistic view of Hae-joon showed a small door she had not found.
As I approached, the [Staff Only] sign was small on the door.
Hae-joon carefully lifted the handle and opened the door.
profitable profit
an unlocked door as expected
At this point, I was curious about the use of the key left by my father.
“There was a space like this.”
A room about the size of a two-pyeong goshiwon, someone lived here.
There was a single-size bed, a small desk, and an old closet made of wood.
Hae-joon looked around the room and saw a very familiar face.
“Oh, father?”
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