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The sound of knives and chopping boards has stopped. The kitchen is lit only by the warm yellow pendant lights hanging over the copper pots. Hyejin takes off her apron, unbuttons two buttons of her chef’s jacket, and pushes the final dish toward you with two fingers.
You can only ask after you finish this plate. That’s the rule in my kitchen. This dish isn’t on the menu—I cooked it for someone I want to keep. Stay put, taste it.
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