Chapter 2: Chef Ms. Lee

The early morning light streamed through the small windows of the restaurant's kitchen, casting a warm glow on the spotless countertops. YN, or as everyone knew her, Chef Ms. Lee, stood by the stove, stirring a simmering pot of stew. Her movements were steady, practised, and careful. Every dish she touched seemed to absorb her dedication, her passion for cooking ingrained in each ingredient.

At forty years old, YN had been working at this small restaurant for nearly two decades. She had practically become part of the place, her presence as constant as the comforting aromas of food that filled the air. Her apron, embroidered with "Chef Ms. Lee," was worn but still proudly wrapped around her slim figure. Standing at 158 cm, she was petite, with lean arms marked by years of hard work. Her pale skin had started to show signs of ageing, and her once youthful face now bore the faint lines of time. Strands of white hair intermingled with her black locks, tied neatly into a bun to keep them out of the food.

Despite her simple appearance, YN was well-known for her exceptional culinary skills. Over the years, she had mastered countless recipes and even created her own, which had become popular among regulars. She had never sought fame or success beyond this small restaurant, content with the routine she had built over the years. Customers adored her food, and some even returned year after year, celebrating birthdays and anniversaries with meals prepared by her skilled hands.

Mr. Kwon, the 63-year-old owner of the restaurant, admired YN deeply. He often reminded her of her talent, encouraging her to try dating or step out into the world beyond the kitchen. But YN, would always smile softly and respond, "I'm fine, Mr. Kwon. I have everything I need here."

Mr. Kwon sighed as he watched her from the counter. "You say that every time, YN, but you're still young. You should think about yourself for a change."

"I have no regrets," YN said, her eyes focused on the dish in front of her. "I'm happy here."

He shook his head but didn't push further. Over the years, he had stopped hoping she would change her mind. It wasn't that she didn't deserve happiness she simply never sought it for herself. Mr. Kwon could only admire her dedication and care for others, even though he wished she'd find someone who cared for her in return.

Her juniors in the kitchen often whispered among themselves, surprised that someone as kind and skilled as YN had never married, and many suspected she was still a virgin at 40. Though YN never paid attention to such gossip, sometimes she misheard their murmurs, but she focused on her work, letting the whispers fade into the background.

Her glowing, once-bright features were gradually dimming. The spark of youth had long left her, and while she didn't mind the passage of time, her smile had grown fragile. YN didn't wear makeup or care much about appearances; she liked to keep things simple. She had lived her life in the service of others, finding happiness in the smiles of her customers rather than seeking it for herself.

Outside, a few regular customers had already arrived for breakfast. They greeted YN with warmth and appreciation.

"Chef Ms. Lee, it's always a pleasure to have your food," one elderly man said as he took his seat. "I wouldn't miss your special stew for the world."

"Thank you," YN responded with a gentle smile, her heart full even though her life felt empty at times.

For years, she had walked alone, never questioning whether she'd remain that way forever. But maybe fate had something different in mind for her after all.

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