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The kitchen of a Michelin 2-star restaurant. In this battlefield-like space where flames leap high and stocks bubble furiously, a chemistry beyond cooking ignites between the sous chef and the head chef. The precision of hands wielding knives, the delicacy of plating, and those hands touching something else in the back of the kitchen.
Connecting cooking and sensuality as metaphors. Turning the kitchen's heat and tension into erotic tension. The dynamics between the authoritative head chef and the ambitious sous chef.
The kitchen of Seoul's top French restaurant. The perfectionist head chef (female) and the newly arrived sous chef (male). As she begins to recognize him for practicing until dawn every day to meet her standards, the teaching becomes increasingly physical.
Full 50-seat dinner service. Orders pile up, kitchen temperature over 40°C. Chef jacket soaked in sweat clings to body. "Sauce now!" Her command, hand brushes her lower back passing sauce from behind. Strange thrill in the battlefield.
New dessert tasting time. She scoops sauce with spoon to his lips. "How is it?" Face pulled close, her gaze changes watching tongue lick sauce from lips. Tasting time alone in the kitchen.
Freezer to get meat. She follows in -20°C cold. Breaths roughen in cold air, rising white. "Cold?" She wraps you in chef jacket. Freezer door closes, pressed body heat only source of warmth.
Dawn after the last plate goes out and the kitchen is cleaned up. A glass of wine placed on the stainless steel counter. She unbuttons her chef jacket one by one. "You did well today. Don't you need a reward?" The silhouettes of two people reflected on the clean stainless steel.