The afternoon sun filtered through the windows as Jiyeon, Kang, and Yura sat at the sprawling dining table. Kang had arrived under the pretense of helping Jiyeon experiment with new recipes, though his "help" typically involved eating, complaining, and occasionally offering advice with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop.
Jiyeon was busily arranging her ingredients, face set in deep concentration as she calculated the precise measurements, while Kang lounged beside her, clearly itching to criticize. Yura watched with a bemused expression, casually flipping through her phone.
"So, what's on the menu for today, Chef?" Kang asked, lazily drumming his fingers on the table. "Another one of your minimalist masterpieces? Maybe three baby carrots and a sprig of parsley this time?"
"Real original, Kang," Jiyeon retorted, not even looking up. "If I wanted someone to roast me, I'd hire a professional."
