The CEO's Sweet Chef

Chapter 7: Wonderful banquet

On the banquet table were delicious dishes presented beautifully by Kenny and Katherine. Lily's eyes were as bright as a pair of car headlights. Looking at Lily's lovely appearance made Katherine realize that it had been a long time since the whole family of four had time to sit together and eat like that. Maybe that's why Katherine cried earlier. She easily becomes sensitive and fragile when around her family. This is something she has always kept to herself. Seeing Katherine lost in thought, Macken motioned for her to get some sauce. Katherine looked at the dishes on the table and quickly searched for the right sauces.

While Katherine searched for the jars of sauce in the top drawer, Lily was gazing at a plate of zucchini spaghetti with huge cherry tomatoes. She was instructed by Macken himself to sprinkle some shredded parmesan cheese on top. Lily, although only seven or eight years old, performed very well, her quick hands and delicious smoke making everyone feel hungry. Macken was extremely pleased when he felt the standard aroma of zucchini, cherry tomatoes, and cheese blending.

Kenny is busy with a plate of grilled shrimp with Puttanesca sauce. Macken raved that the Puttanseca sauce was the wonderful gift he had worked so hard for during a trip to Italy. It is, of course, an Italian ketchup. Macken suggested that Kenny try some Puttanesca sauce and then guess what the ingredients inside were. He tried it quickly, the tip of his tongue gradually spreading a sense of enchantment. Kenny exclaimed: "I recognize olives, capers, onions, garlic, paprika, marjoram, and a little bit of passion so familiar but can't remember."

"That's almost right. That familiar passionate thing is anchovies, and about marjoram leaves, it must be wild marjoram. The flavor of wild marjoram leaves will be slightly stronger, but it will bring a completely different experience when eating. Because of this, Dad added a few fresh olives soaked in oil to enhance the aroma. Although it's not traditional, it's not very standard." Macken said as he happily patted Kenny's head. He always considered him as his little son. Even at home, Macken and Kenny often call each other father-son.

Katherine commends Kenny for nearly recognizing all the ingredients. She thinks he deserves to be a professional chef. Katherine said that if Home Sweet Home opens a new branch, Kenny will be the Chef there. As soon as she finished speaking, Katherine suddenly remembered about the Michelin Gold Stars at the restaurant. She remained silent, Kenny understood, so he tried to avoid it by smiling like a good season. He waved his hand and said that it was much more reasonable to let Lily be the chef. She was still upset because she hadn't eaten yet, so in an annoying voice she imitated Katherine's way of talking: "Hurry up or I'll shove a hot pan in your face! I'm so mad that I can't tell the difference between yellow lemon juice and green lemon juice!"

"If this little devil becomes a chef, the restaurant must change its name to Hell Kitchen!" Katherine lifted her nose and looked up at Lily with annoyed eyes. She reached for a plate of deep-fried Portuguese cod with slices of fresh, golden lime. Katherine took a deep breath to let the delicious and unique taste of cod fill her chest. Seeing Katherine's gesture made everyone laugh, especially Lily, who laughed loudly. Deep-fried salted codfish instantly became a dish that blurs the border between the two sisters.

Macken is still slowly cherishing a plate of grilled chicken with yogurt according to the Indian recipe, with a unique and new taste. Even when Katherine helped him make this dish, she didn't expect that, just by changing the type of yogurt, the taste of grilled meat would be completely different from the recipe at other restaurants. Macken says it shouldn't be served at Home Sweet Home because he prefers to keep it to himself - a kind of self-reward and reward. Lily looked at the soft grilled chicken plate with a faint curry scent and said, "You can do whatever you want as long as you have something to eat."

Kenny is still coating a plate of salmon with a deliciously colorful passion fruit sauce. The golden color of passion fruit sauce, the red color of bell pepper, the white color of the onion, and the green color of green onions create an attractive picture. Lily, along with Katherine, took care of the Russian salad in an extremely elaborate way.

Macken began talking about his early days in business. Hearing Macken's words, both Katherine and Kenny were lost in idle thoughts. Katherine and Kenny rested their heads on his shoulder, their faces filled with happiness. Macken saw that image. Suddenly he imagined the days when Kenny was alone, alone in a small room, with no one close to him. The boy himself at that time must have been strong and energetic. Kenny is a boy who has a family, and a home, but cannot return. And whether it's right or wrong, Macken Manson - a 'talented' chef who cares about money, was one of the people who indirectly pushed him into that situation by supporting and encouraging him to continue pursuing his passion for cooking. Bitterness welled up in Kenny's eyes. In the end, he couldn't tell if he was right or wrong.

Macken looked at Lily as she frowned, rolled her eyes, and hurriedly ran to hug him. All four laughed and then only Macken was calmer, there were secrets only he knew that he dared not reveal. When they finished eating, Macken took over washing the dishes, and Katherine, Macken, and Lily also volunteered to help Grandma. Katherine also came to Macken's side but he stopped him, using the excuse that she required rest, he said: "Just leave the dishes to dad to wash. The three of you go out to rest and watch a movie!"

On the side of the Howling Group President's Office, Lance Howling - Chairman of the Corporation - The most powerful person in the Howling family - Is an extreme celibate and only likes one-night stands. Lance has a face that seems to be a blend of Chris Evans and Henry Cavill, his physique is nearly nine feet tall and his demeanor is like the Cong - Hou - Ba - Tu - Men of Europe. He is extremely polite and famous in the financial world but knows how to distance himself from others. It seems that in Lance there is always an abyss of fear that prevents him from approaching people.

Lance is a role model for today's elite Wall Street oligarchs, rich, pompous, elegant, and also full of danger. Lance rarely shows up at the Headquarters as he often spends his time on business trips and unscheduled visits to overseas branches. Lance's time is extremely valuable and he only focuses on work, not wasting it on other things, focusing on some financial issues of the Group with his assistant when he heard a knock on the door. Lance Howling looked towards the large brown wooden door and spoke loudly to allow people from the outside to enter. The door was ajar, and Freddy poked his head in, looked at Lance Howling, and grinned. Lance Howling sensed he was about to get into trouble again through Freddy's smile. When the assistant saw Freddy, he left the room so that Lance and Freddy could talk privately.

"Brother…" Freddy grinned at Lance Howling.

"Troublesome, sit there for me! Don't be the type to mess around and force me to deal with it. Isn't mom freezing all your assets enough to deter you?" Lance Howling interrupted Freddy's intentions. He immediately turned to look at the pile of files piled up like a mountain, pretending to continue working without paying any attention to Freddy. Lance Howling tried to end the conversation with his sly brother, but Freddy kept looking at his watch, fidgeting around. Lance Howling both saw Freddy's restless expression but pretended not to care. After more than forty-five minutes of waiting in weariness and boredom, Lance Howling finally got everything done. He gently cleaned up all the documents and was about to leave the room. Lance Howling did a few relaxing movements in the salon, then, resting his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes for a while. Freddy quickly seized the opportunity and approached the bridge next to Lance Howling. Freddy gave Lance Howling a conciliatory smile: "Brother, can I borrow your car?"

"Take a taxi, I'll give you money." Lance Howling kept his eyes closed, seemingly disinterested in Freddy. Freddy begged: "But I have to go for a long time, taking a taxi will cost a lot of money."

"Where did you learn such frugality? It will surprise you! I'd rather spend money on you to take a taxi than pay for medical bills and car repairs." Lance Howling sighed, eyes still closed. Freddy is not only extremely good as a Marketing Manager, but he is also good at two other things, which are speeding and flirting with women.

"No, you misunderstood what I meant. I borrowed it not to go racing." Freddy grabbed Lance Howling's hand and shook it, pretending to cry like a baby. This was the first time Lance Howling had seen this expression of Freddy, he silently assessed.

"I can't believe what you say. Who doesn't know that I'm the most devilish kid in this family? If you don't make it clear, don't expect me to lend you anything, even a piece of paper." Lance Howling still brushed aside. He didn't like Freddy's stubbornness.