Jiyeon smiled, appreciating Yura's support, but the weight of the system's deadline gnawed at the back of her mind. No matter how helpful Yura was with the guest list or how much she encouraged her, Yura would never understand the relentless pressure Jiyeon was under. Not without knowing the truth about the Culinary System, a secret Jiyeon intended to take to her grave.
"I need to head to the restaurant," Jiyeon said, breaking the brief silence. "I've got some dishes to perfect. No more distractions."
Yura raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter with that annoying but oddly charming smirk of hers. "Distractions? Sweetheart, I'm your inspiration. You couldn't cook without me."
Jiyeon rolled her eyes. "Inspiration, my ass. If I stayed here any longer, we'd both end up burnt out and hungry."
