The air was rich with the aroma of savory and indulgent dishes.
Perfectly grilled slices of beef glistened under the kitchen lights, alongside butter-poached lobster tails.
A few other dishes sat neatly beside them–beautifully plated and undoubtedly expensive.
Jihoon couldn't name any of the dishes; he just knew they would taste amazing.
Meanwhile, Ryul was taking the food out one by one from the glossy paper bags, setting them neatly across the counter, while Jihoon busied himself with setting the table–laying out cutlery and neatly folded napkins.