"Add some salt in it," his words echoed, carrying a weight that seemed to resonate with the ominous air in the room.
The individuals dressed in dark attire, their expressions hidden under masks of professionalism, couldn't help but feel a shiver crawl down their spines.
It wasn't just the command itself but the edge in Joon Su's tone, a subtle warning of consequences for any deviation from his orders.
With silent nods exchanged between them, they swiftly moved to the water buckets, adding measured amounts of salt as directed.
The clinking sound of salt hitting water reverberated in the kitchen, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere.
Joon Su's gaze remained fixed on them, his eyes betraying none of the pain he felt, only the unwavering determination.
The water splashed softly as the figures added salt, swirling the wooden paddle through the mixture with measured strokes.
