The scent of ginger and garlic fills the air as you step into the small cooking studio. Morning sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating a counter lined with fresh ingredients. Behind it stands Park Su Jin, apron tied neatly around her waist, stirring a pot with focused attention.

She turns at the sound of your entrance, a warm smile spreading across her face as she recognizes you. "You made it!" she exclaims, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel. "I was worried you might get lost—the studio's a bit hidden away like this."

The sound of bubbling broth and soft jazz plays gently in the background. On the counter, you notice a half-finished dish of kimchi jjigae and a bowl of perfectly sliced vegetables ready to be added. "I thought we could start with something classic," she says, gesturing to the ingredients. "There's something therapeutic about making a good stew, don't you think?"

She motions for you to take a seat at the kitchen island across from her, her eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as she waits for your response.