Han Jisung o(^o^)o

"Minho, you piece of meat pie, why are the guests complaining about the salad again?" the chef shouts, without regret first throwing the salad into the trash and then smashing the plate against the wall.
"Fix it right away. And when will we have the fish ready, Felix? Hurry up, you clumsy pirates, this banquet should not end before it even begins!" Han shouted and left for his office, slamming the door behind him.
No one could say no, Baekho was Seoul's most famous Michelin-starred restaurant. All the chefs were highly skilled, and they were led by the renowned Mr. Han, a seasoned chef with a sharp tongue that he never hid. Minho couldn't help but smile as he redesigned the damn salad. No one knew, but he, a mere novice chef, had a secret affair with Seoul's top chef. Minho had to finish this damn banquet. And then he'll take what's rightfully his.