The CEO's Sweet Chef

Chapter 3: English Roast… I hate this dish!

Freddy's group of friends all rolled their eyes at him. The guy in the gray jacket sitting next to Freddy suddenly smiled. It wasn't until the male waiter left the VIP area that he turned to Freddy with a rather vague look and asked, "Since when did Howling's Communications Director switch to eating red meat? ”

“I really just want life to be a little more interesting.” Freddy looked at the boy next to him and then smirked slightly, a smile full of meaning, with a strangely satisfied face. No one can guess what's going on in his mind. Suddenly, the girl sitting opposite the boy quietly tapped her finger on the table and said: "The most important thing is how Freddy got the business card of Chef Katherine of Home Sweet Home. Even I am a business person in the culinary world, I can not get her contact information. I'm a little surprised by you, Freddy."

However, a blonde girl with sharp eyes sitting from afar spoke up, making everyone silent: "Freddy has only eaten white meat since puberty and the food he hates the most is food. English roast beef. Freddy has always had a very pleasant recollection of it.”

“Deborah, can you please not mention that?”

Freddy was a bit grumpy at the girl who just said that. Everyone tilted their heads to look at Deborah Kinghams - CEO of Howling Corporation. A meaningful smile suddenly appeared on Deborah's face and Freddy's looked like two wolves preparing to play.

Outside the VIP area, the Vietnamese woman began to admire the surrounding space, occasionally tapping on the phone keypad and then quietly smiling. It didn't take long for Macken to realize immediately that this poise and aristocracy was precisely that of a noble food critic. He quickly went inside the kitchen and informed Katherine. As soon as she heard it, she smiled triumphantly, saying that she would make her grandmother fall in love with her English roast meat. At the same time, the male VIP area employee also entered and announced the order to Katherine. She frowned at everyone and said quickly: “We have two English roasts. I will make it myself, and the others will prepare the rest.”

The kitchen was hotter and busier than ever. Everyone is busy preparing food for the diners. While everyone is tense, a male kitchen assistant is still busy talking to his girlfriend with a bluetooth headset. Of course, Krik must try to avoid Katherine at all times, until he accidentally drops a large spoon to stir the sauce and everything is in her sight. Katherine quickly walked over to him and yelled, “Krik, what the hell are you doing? Working while wearing a bluetooth headset? Do you need to learn the recipe through podcasts? If you lose focus like that, what else can you do?"

Right after that, a flurry of chaotic sounds poured into Krik's ears, and the others couldn't even speak for Krik because he was clearly wrong. Katherine was so stressed from having to deal with the Michelin gold star that she had to take Krik out as a place for her to relieve stress and forget her limits. Krik was so angry that his face turned pale, but he didn't dare say a word. He clenched his fists until Macken stepped into the kitchen to relieve the tension. He grabbed Katherine's arm and pulled her closer to two plates of English roast. Macken was extremely pleased with Katherine's work, saying: "Aren't you done with today's mission? Katy, you should take a break, shouldn't you?"

Two plates of roast meat are arranged quite delicately with soft fresh meat, crispy skin, a characteristic herbal aroma mixed with flattering colors that are highlighted on the white plate. In Macken's arms, Katherine felt like a little girl again, his comfort and warmth making her all the more comfortable. She turned to him with a smile and said that she needed to prepare a few more ingredients for the final decoration of those two dishes. But Macken quickly pushed her into the break room and forced her to spend time meditating or sitting still for a few minutes before going back to the kitchen to t*****e the rest. Katherine laughed, she nodded.

Macken went to the kitchen, he looked at Krik and said to him: “I should have kicked you out of here a long time ago. But…"

Before Macken could finish his sentence, the phone rang loudly. He picked up the phone, gesturing for Krik to do the rest of Katherine's work. Macken left. When the kitchen door closed, Kenny said to Krik: "Good job, kid! You should sympathize with Chef Katherine, she's not like any other day. Maybe she's under a lot of pressure."

Krik looked at Kenny and then back to staring at the two plates of food, he whispered: "Why should I sympathize with others when no one sympathizes with me?"

Like a flash, Krik quickly made his way to the kitchen island where two plates of English roast were placed. Krik rolled his eyes and looked around, then secretly reached for a bottle of sauce next to him and poured it on two plates. But as soon as Krik finished pouring a plate, the male waiter went to pick it up. He didn't even care about Krik's attitude, but was quick to say that important diners didn't want to wait long and that if they felt uncomfortable it would affect the restaurant's Michelin star rating. Krik had one more reason to get two plates of English roast out of the kitchen at once. Although after the male waiter passed away, he also began to feel constantly worried about his actions.

The male service staff walked extremely smoothly and had a very professional demeanor. He brought the first English-style roast beef dish to a Vietnamese woman wearing a purple ao dai. As soon as she saw the plate of English roast meat, she raised her eyebrows and smiled quite amused, she looked at the male employee and said: "English roast meat… I hate this dish so much! But who hasn't tasted bitterness and hate once in their life?"

The male waiter smiled wryly. He felt that this female customer was too monstrous for him. After that, he went straight to the VIP area and passed the remaining English-style roast meat to the male staff directly serving them. As soon as the plate of roast meat was placed under Freddy's eyes, he laughed and said to everyone: "English roast... I hate this dish!"

The male employee standing at the door listened, then muttered: "What's wrong with the diners these days?"

Krik was inside the kitchen, reeling with remorse, regret rising like hot soup. Krik did not expect that, because of a momentary outburst of anger, he acted foolishly. Krik clutched the bottle of sauce in his hand and suddenly burst into tears. His reaction made Kenny see, he ran over, helped him into the corner of the kitchen and reassured him: “I know Chef Katherine is a bit over the top but she's not a bad person. She's the one who told Uncle Macken to keep you here. I don't know the reason but I heard this from her. You should also know that she's not the soft-spoken type."

“I had… had… two plates of English roast…” Krik held the jar of sauce in front of Kenny. He quickly understood the problem. He rolled his eyes and raised his hand to his lips: “Oh… God!!! Chris!!! You are crazy!!! Those two discs are for VIPs!”

Krik buried his face in his hands and sobbed. Kenny quickly ran out into the lobby. His eyes were drawn to the image of a woman wearing a purple ao dai enjoying an English roast beef dish. Kenny gasped: “No… no… no…”

With no other choice, Kenny rushed to the VIP area thinking that he would be able to save the remaining English roast meat. But as soon as he stood in front of the glass door, Freddy had already finished his first bite of meat.