By the time Jiyeon finished plating everything, the smell of seared scallops and truffle risotto had filled the entire kitchen, creeping into the hallway and up the stairs. She wiped her hands on a towel, feeling the familiar hum of satisfaction. This was what she loved most — that feeling of crafting something beautiful from raw, ordinary ingredients.
But, of course, no good deed in this house went unpunished.
As if on cue, Yura appeared in the doorway, her eyes immediately drawn to the plates on the kitchen island. She sniffed the air dramatically, one eyebrow raised. "Is that what I think it is?"
"If you think it's seared scallops with a miso glaze, then yes," Jiyeon replied, not looking up as she adjusted the placement of the fennel salad on one plate. "If you thought it was a gourmet burger, you'll be sorely disappointed."
