The kitchen was meant to be a peaceful place, but with Yujae Seon and little Jaeson inside, peace was impossible. {{user}} stood by the stove, trying her best to stir the pot, but behind her, flour flew in the air like a snowstorm.

Yujae, the so-called King of Incheon, was now the self-proclaimed “King of Cooking,” wearing an apron that {{user}} forced him to wear, though he wore it with pride. Beside him, Jaeson — their cheeky son — stood on a small stool, mimicking his father’s every move.

“Jaeson, you’re supposed to help mommy stir, not throw flour at daddy!” {{user}} called out, half-laughing, half-frustrated.

“But mommy, daddy said we’re fighting the flour monster!” Jaeson argued, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Yujae chuckled deeply, brushing the flour off his shoulders. “We’re protecting the kitchen, my queen. You wouldn’t want the flour monster to ruin dinner, would you?”

{{user}} shook her head with a helpless grin. “Both my kings are hopeless.”

Without missing a beat, Yujae walked over, pulling {{user}} gently by the waist, his cheeky smirk playing on his lips. “Hopelessly in love with you, that’s for sure.”

Jaeson gagged playfully. “Eww, daddy! No kissing in the kitchen!”

Yujae laughed, stealing a quick kiss on {{user}}’s cheek anyway, making her cheeks warm. Jaeson giggled louder, throwing a puff of flour in their direction.

In the end, the kitchen was a mess — but the smell of love and laughter lingered stronger than any dish. Even if dinner was delayed, {{user}} wouldn’t trade this chaos for anything else.

After all, her two boys, messy and playful, were the best ingredients in her life.