Hanryeon Food in the evening felt like another universe.
Warm lights glowed low against polished wood.
The air smelled of garlic butter, grilled meat, pepper, fresh herbs, and money spent wisely.
Laughter drifted from tables.
Glasses clinked softly.
Open kitchen flames flashed now and then like little bursts of theatre.
Ji-Ah stepped inside with Soo-Min and immediately felt something in her shoulders loosen.
"This," Soo-Min whispered dramatically, "is where healing lives."
"This," Ji-Ah corrected, "is where my paycheck disappears."
Before they could take three more steps—
"JI-AH!"
Min-Jea came rushing from behind the host stand.
He threw his arms around her so tightly she staggered backward.
"You vanished!" he cried. "You abandoned me! You left me with boring customers and weak conversation!"
Ji-Ah, trapped in the hug, patted his shoulder twice.
"I was jailed emotionally."
"And physically, I heard!"
"That too."
He pulled back and held her at arm's length.
Min-Jea looked exactly the same.
Sharp features, bright eyes, styled dark hair that somehow stayed perfect while working, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, black vest over a crisp white shirt, apron tied cleanly at the waist.
Too handsome for hospitality.
Too expressive for management.
"You look thinner," he said accusingly.
"You look louder."
"I suffered."
"You performed."
He gasped.
"How cruel. I missed you every day."
Soo-Min raised a hand.
"Hello, I exist too."
Min-Jea turned instantly.
"You are the pretty friend."
"I am."
"You may sit."
"I accept."
Ji-Ah muttered:
"He gets worse with time."
Min-Jea led them to a corner booth.
"No menu," he declared. "I choose for you."
"That sounds dangerous," Soo-Min said.
"That sounds premium."
He winked and vanished toward the kitchen.
Food began arriving like apology gifts from heaven.
Thin sliced beef over garlic rice.
Spicy seafood noodles.
Crisp dumplings.
Soy glazed chicken.
Vegetable sides plated like artwork.
Soo-Min stared at the table.
"…We ordered none of this."
Ji-Ah picked up chopsticks.
"That's how he shows love."
Min-Jea returned carrying drinks.
"And this," he said proudly, "is how I show range."
They ate happily.
The kind of eating where conversation pauses because chewing deserves respect.
Soo-Min pointed with her fork.
"If I die tonight, know it was joy."
Ji-Ah nodded.
"I'll make sure they write that."
Then the kitchen doors swung open.
Nisa emerged.
Chef coat tied sharply, sleeves folded, hair pinned back carelessly in a way that still looked expensive.
She spotted Ji-Ah immediately.
Without a word, she crossed over carrying another plate.
Seared prawns over lemon cream pasta.
She set it down in front of Ji-Ah.
Ji-Ah blinked.
"I didn't order this."
"I know."
Nisa patted the top of Ji-Ah's head once.
"You look tired."
"I feel expensive."
"Eat."
"Who's paying?"
Nisa smirked.
"I will."
Then added over her shoulder:
"Actually no. Do-Hyun will pay."
From somewhere deeper in the restaurant came a distant offended yell:
"I HEARD THAT!"
The table burst into soft laughter.
Nisa grinned once, then disappeared back into the kitchen like a storm returning to sea.
Soo-Min whispered reverently:
"She's everything."
Ji-Ah nodded.
"Terrifying and generous."
Ji-Ah looked around the room between bites.
Then spotted someone near the far service station.
Lin.
She hadn't seen him properly in ages.
He wore the waiter uniform with indecent success.
Black fitted shirt, sleeves rolled to reveal lean forearms, tailored slacks, apron tied low, a silver tray balanced in one hand.
Headphones rested loosely around his neck now, one earbud still in.
Cute in an effortless way that should have been regulated.
Handsome in that annoyingly quiet style that made people order dessert just to keep looking.
He glanced over.
Saw her.
His face brightened immediately.
He walked over.
"Oh," he said warmly. "Ji-Ah. Nice to see you again."
She smiled back.
"You too, Lin."
"How's work?"
She leaned back.
"…Lately? Better."
He nodded knowingly.
"I heard sir is engaged."
She made a face.
"Yeah."
Lin sighed.
"I'm invited."
"Congratulations."
"Unfortunately."
She laughed.
"You don't want to go?"
"There will be speeches."
"A tragedy."
"But there is food."
"A miracle."
He placed a hand over his heart.
"So I must attend."
Soo-Min had stopped eating entirely and was just watching them.
Eyes moving back and forth like tennis.
Lin looked at her politely.
"And hello."
She straightened quickly.
"Hello. I'm evaluating everyone."
Ji-Ah hit her lightly with a napkin.
"Eat your food."
Lin laughed.
Soo-Min pointed at Ji-Ah.
"She has options."
Ji-Ah nearly choked.
"Why are you like this."
Lin smiled, amused.
"I should get back to work before they fire me for socializing."
"They won't," Ji-Ah said.
"You sound confident."
"You carry plates too attractively."
He blinked.
Then laughed again, actually flustered for once.
"I'll take that as encouragement."
He walked off.
Soo-Min slowly turned to Ji-Ah.
"…Interesting."
"Chew."
"You're surrounded by handsome problems."
"Eat."
Ji-Ah's phone buzzed on the table.
She glanced down.
A text from Seo-Yeon.
Dad and Jeon-Seo left back to Gyeonjeo. They said it's urgent. Jeon-Seo's school called.
Ji-Ah's smile faded slightly.
She typed back quickly.
Okay. Fine.
Then set the phone down and sighed.
Soo-Min noticed immediately.
"Bad news?"
"Family inconvenience."
"The classic genre."
Ji-Ah nodded.
Min-Jea reappeared from nowhere with dessert.
"Good," he said. "You look like you need sugar."
He placed a warm chocolate cake between them.
Ji-Ah looked at the cake.
Then at her friends.
Then around the warm, noisy room.
And for one evening, the world felt manageable again.
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Ji-Ah returned to the mansion just as the sky turned deep blue.
The front entrance looked empty.
Too empty.
No servants in the foyer.
No heels clicking across marble.
No Madam issuing orders like military thunder.
No Min-Ji perfume floating through the air like a warning sign.
She stepped inside slowly.
"…Did everyone evaporate?"
Only silence answered.
Then—
from somewhere beyond the grand hallway—
music.
Voices.
Metal clinking.
Someone shouting about flowers.
Another person shouting louder about candles.
Ji-Ah turned toward the sound.
"…Ah."
Chaos had relocated.
She followed the noise through the rear corridor and stepped out toward the backyard.
And stopped.
The place had transformed.
The vast garden behind the mansion no longer looked like a garden.
It looked like a luxury wedding commercial with emotional damage.
Tall ivory drapes flowed from golden frames set around the lawn, moving softly in the evening breeze.
Hundreds of warm fairy lights were woven through trimmed trees and hanging overhead like captured constellations.
Round tables dressed in cream linen sat across the grass, each centered with white roses, orchids, and candles in crystal holders.
A raised platform stood at the far end beneath an arched floral canopy, clearly meant for speeches, photos, public lies, and private suffering.
There were two open bars already stocked and glowing.
One served champagne, wine, and jewel-colored cocktails.
The other was all polished wood, premium bottles, glassware lined like soldiers, and a bartender shaking something expensive.
A live string quartet tuned nearby.
Servers moved in perfect lines carrying trays.
Photographers were already testing angles.
Even the fountain had somehow become richer.
Ji-Ah blinked.
"…For an engagement?"
A voice beside her said dryly:
"At this rate they'll need fireworks for breakfast."
Arisoo stood with Nikki on one hip and a clipboard in the other hand.
Her hair was slightly messy.
A sign of severe stress.
Nikki pointed at a tower of macarons.
"Cake mountain."
"Yes," Arisoo said. "Mother's money mountain."
Halmoni sat nearby in a carved garden chair like an irritated queen inspecting peasants.
A silk shawl draped over her shoulders.
Two attendants fussed over her tea.
She waved them away.
"Why are there this many flowers? Is she marrying a gardener?"
Ji-Ah laughed despite herself.
Halmoni noticed her immediately.
"There she is."
Ji-Ah bowed lightly.
"Halmoni."
"Come here. Look at this nonsense."
Ji-Ah walked over.
Halmoni pointed her cane toward the stage.
"If I trip on one ribbon, I'll haunt everybody."
"I believe you."
"You should."
Nearby, Madam was in full command mode.
She stood in a structured dark dress, elegant and terrifying, directing workers with one glance at a time.
"No, not there."
"The candles are uneven."
"The glasses should face left."
"Who approved those napkins?"
A poor planner nearly dissolved on the spot.
Min-Ji stood close by in a pale fitted dress with sparkling earrings, pretending to help while mostly posing.
She saw Ji-Ah and her smile tightened instantly.
Madam turned too.
Her eyes narrowed.
"You're back."
Ji-Ah smiled politely.
"Unfortunately for some."
Madam ignored that.
"Why are you still in work clothes? Go change."
Ji-Ah glanced down at herself.
Then back up.
"I was invited."
Halmoni snorted loudly.
Arisoo coughed to hide laughter.
Madam's jaw sharpened.
"That is not what I meant."
"I know," Ji-Ah said sweetly. "Still true though."
Min-Ji crossed her arms.
"She enjoys causing scenes."
Ji-Ah looked around the enormous decorated lawn.
"Then I'm underdressed for it."
Nikki giggled for no reason except excellent instincts.
Madam pointed toward the house.
"Go. Change. Guests will arrive soon."
Ji-Ah sighed dramatically.
"Fine. Since everyone is begging."
"No one is begging," Madam said.
"Emotionally, you are."
She turned and walked back toward the mansion before anyone could throw a centerpiece.
Upstairs, Ji-Ah entered her room and opened the wardrobe Arisoo had stocked for her.
Inside hung dresses that ranged from elegant to suspiciously expensive.
She stared.
"…I hate rich closets."
After ten minutes of muttering, she chose a soft black dress that fit simply but beautifully.
Nothing loud.
Nothing flashy.
Clean lines, graceful shape, a little dangerous in the right light.
She styled her hair loosely, added earrings, and looked at herself in the mirror.
Different.
Stronger.
Tired, yes.
But stronger.
"…Good enough to ruin someone's evening."
She grabbed her phone and headed downstairs.
The mansion had grown louder.
Cars were already pulling in beyond the gates.
Staff moved faster.
Music had started properly now.
Glasses chimed.
Laughter floated in from outside.
At the bottom of the stairs, Arisoo looked up and gasped dramatically.
"Oh?"
Halmoni followed her gaze.
Then nodded with satisfaction.
"Much better. She looks like trouble."
Ji-Ah smiled.
"That is the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
Min-Ji, across the room, looked over and stiffened.
Madam noticed too and said nothing.
Which was louder than speaking.
The bars gleamed outside.
The lights shimmered.
Guests were arriving.
And somewhere in the middle of all that polished celebration, Ji-Ah stepped into the night looking like a problem no one had budgeted for.