You're Family Too

Yerin and Val stood by the counter, both of them staring at me with genuine awe.

There was no magical aura, no reality warping, and no cosmic pressure surrounding me, just a guy in a simple shirt effortlessly managing three pans at once, flipping steaks with practiced precision and tossing wild mushrooms in cream with a flick of his wrist.

"Whoa..." Yerin murmured, her dark eyes sparkling as she watched me work. "He... he actually looks insanely cool right now."

"Young Master Seth's movement economy in the kitchen is ninety-eight percent efficient," Val added softly, her eyes tracking every smooth movement of my hands with quiet admiration. "It is... impressive."

Within forty-five minutes, the kitchen was filled with an aroma so rich, savory, and intoxicating that it could have brought tears to a gourmet food critic's eyes.