The kitchen of *Flavor of Seoul* was buzzing like a hornet's nest. Pots clanged, knives sliced through vegetables with precision, and the smell of searing meats mixed with exotic spices filled the air. Jiyeon stood in the center of it all, hands on her hips, surveying the chaos with an intense focus that hid just how *freaked out* she really was.
The Culinary System's mission was still looming over her head like a guillotine, and every second that ticked by felt like it brought her closer to that metaphorical blade. Three days. That's all she had to create a menu that could wow the wealthiest, most entitled people in the city. And the worst part? She couldn't tell a soul about it. Not Kang, not her staff, not even Yura.
If there was ever a time to be terrified, this was it.
