Jacob took me right to the kitchens and we went straight in through the large doors. I supposed that being the owner of the house, he didn't really have to answer to the chefs and their requests.
As soon as we entered the kitchen I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
This kitchen was easily better than some five star restaurants I'd had the absolute pleasure of writing articles about. And I counted at least three chefs working in the kitchen. That would make sense though, given the amount and quality of dishes that they had prepared for lunch.
The chefs all looked up as we came into the kitchen, and one of them made his way to us.
“Mila," Jacob said, turning to me. “This is Matthew, he's the chef that's been hired to prepare each of your meals while you lived here. Matthew, this is Mil
