Jiyeon stormed into Flavor of Seoul's kitchen, hands on her hips and a murderous glint in her eyes. The entire staff froze mid-motion. Even Kang, who had been dramatically shaking a sauté pan for what seemed like no reason other than to look cool, stopped in his tracks. Jisoo, caught taste-testing a sample of her own sauce, swallowed with the caution of someone who might have just ingested poison.
"Alright," Jiyeon said, her voice deceptively calm, "who's the culinary genius that decided to tamper with my eggs?"
No one dared to breathe.
"Come on!" Jiyeon slammed a carton of eggs onto the counter. "These are defective. I just cracked three in a row that were double-yolked, and it nearly sent my custard recipe into cardiac arrest."
