Connie’s POV Of the couple, Chef Abby appeared to be the strict one. She seemed like the type that was too focused and barely had fun. This was a reality show, I thought she had to loosen up. This wasn’t Masterchef and she was not Ramsay Gordon either. “I’m sorry, chef,” I muttered an apology. “Pray your dish tastes good, that’s the only kind of apology I accept,” she replied. She grabbed a fork and tasted the pasta for a second time. Maybe she wasn’t able to taste it well the first time. “It tastes quite bland,” she said, frowning. “Did you add enough salt to the pasta?” “Well…” I turned to Kyrian, hoping he would answer. However, he kept silent. “Who made the pasta?” Chef Abby asked. From the look on her face, she was going to chew out whoever made it. Well, it was me and now I had to confess. “I…” “It doesn’t matter who made it,” Kyrian’s voice overshadowed mine. “Connie and I are a team. Be it insults or praises, we will accept it as a team.” “Loosen up, my friend,” Chef
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