Kendell Marano Parker.
Leaving out of the kitchen with my potatoes, I'm going to the chef's office.
Chic, isn't it? I also thought when I heard it was, and that this house is a monster palace with everything inside.
I get there and knock on the door for the good education I gave myself, and I hear one in between.
Jesus Christ, please help me not to fall into the temptation of the hot chapet.
I open the door with my bowl in his hands, and he was sitting in his chair, there on the boss's throne moving his cell phone in a good way, and I thought he was going to catch him sinking his beautiful face in the papers.
- Sit Kendell! - he says still looking at his cell phone and I'm going to sit on the soft chair.
- Speak there, little chef. - I say putting my bowl on my legs and picking up m
