Jiyeon stormed through the kitchen like a general on the battlefield, her hands moving with surgical precision as she plated another dish. The event was in full swing, and despite the earlier mishaps, the kitchen was running like a well-oiled machine—if you ignored the constant shouting.
"Kang, what the hell are you doing with that sauce?!" Jiyeon barked, her eyes narrowing as she watched him haphazardly drizzle the soy glaze over the scallops.
Kang flinched but held his ground, looking at Jiyeon with mock innocence. "What? I thought we were going for abstract presentation. You know, artsy?"
"Artistic doesn't mean you're throwing sauce around like a five-year-old with finger paint," Jiyeon snapped, snatching the spoon out of his hand. "If you don't focus, I'll personally make sure you never set foot in this kitchen again."
