People scattered.
Claiming stations.
Soorin took one near the window.
Natural light. Good ventilation.
Started planning her menu.
She'd do galbi-jjim.
Korean braised short ribs.
Her mother's recipe.
With a modern twist.
And for the side—japchae.
Glass noodles with vegetables.
Classic. Crowd-pleasing.
She could do both in her sleep.
Years of cooking with her mother.
Even with their wealth, her mom insisted on cooking.
Said it kept her grounded.
Connected to her roots.
She'd learned from a Michelin-trained chef in New York.
Then taught Soorin everything.
'Thanks, Mom. Finally useful.'
The other members spread out.
Haejin took the station diagonal from hers.
Doyun next to him.
Taekyung at the far end.
Minjae and Jisoo sharing one.
Yura took the station directly across from Soorin.
Of course.
Manager Park blew a whistle.
"Begin!"
Everyone moved at once.
Grabbing ingredients.
Prepping stations.
The kitchen filled with noise.
