Chapter 1 · free to read
They took the restaurant my father built with his hands. First the lease. Then the recipes. Then his name.
DAEHWA. His flagship. The crown of a hundred franchised kitchens.
He did not remember the boy from the alley. Why would he. He never learned the names of what he crushed.
The knives here were sharper than his. The stakes, sharper still.
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