As Jiho placed the old, worn pressure cooker onto the gas stove, the soft whoosh of the flame igniting seemed to set the mood in the kitchen. The Su brothers, standing by, exchanged puzzled glances before Jihoon couldn't help but ask, "Why are you using that old thing? We have an electric cooker right here."
Jiho, a quiet smile playing on her lips, didn't turn as she responded, her tone laced with nostalgia. "There's something special about this old cooker. It's slow, sure, but the taste? It's worth every minute. Machines can't replicate this kind of flavor."
The brothers looked at each other again, their expressions still a bit skeptical, but they knew better than to argue when Jiho was in the zone. Joon Su, diligently washing the rice as instructed earlier, was about to toss it into the electric cooker when Jiho's soft voice stopped him. "No, no. Don't use the electric cooker for the rice. Just wash it and set it aside."
