The lunch crowd hit Flavor of Seoul with all the force of an overenthusiastic K-pop fan at a meet-and-greet. Jiyeon was in her element, orchestrating the chaos like the world's most temperamental maestro. Her purple potato and saffron bisque was turning out perfectly—smooth, creamy, with just enough kick to make it memorable. Even the vanilla oil, which Minho had been side-eyeing like it was about to grow legs and insult his ancestors, added a surprising depth to the dish.
"Remember, we need to plate it with flair," Jiyeon instructed, adding a final flourish of microgreens. "We're aiming for culinary seduction here, not cafeteria slop."
Kang, who was now busy slicing truffle mushrooms, snorted. "Seduction? With soup? Only you would come up with something so tragically poetic."
Jiyeon threw a towel at his head. "You wouldn't know culinary poetry if it serenaded you with a full string quartet."
