Orie Chef 소설 & 이야기

I said with a smile as she led me to the kitchen and did exactly as Ella had said. “My name is Sophie, please don't call me Ma'am, I am here if you need anything, the head chef will tell you what you should cook so just wait a while,” she whispered to me after introducing me to all the other chefs, they looked nice enough but my fear was that I was yet to meet the head chef, I had no idea who he or she was and what their temperament would be like.

She inquired, getting interested in this conversation. I would have shut it down instantly, but since it was going to make her happy and look alive, I would gladly do it. "I will have you know that no world-class chef comes close to me. Do you have an idea of who is standing before you? You are looking at the most renowned chef in the world. I just decided not to wear my badge all the time so that I don't look proud." I bragged.

He stuck out his hand, and I shook it. "I'm Mason, assistant to the CEO. The chef is already waiting for you. This way please." I followed Mason through the hotel to the back kitchens and into another area I had not yet seen. We stopped short of a door, which read the words 'Leon Knightly, Head Chef.' The aroma was intensifying. I could only imagine what it was like inside. I inhaled and prepared myself as Mason knocked on the door before opening it. Leon's scent wafted through and hit me directly, almost sending me backward.

He nodded and looked back down to his phone. "What do you need him for, you got me here to keep you protected," I said smiling at him. His face hardened some telling me I said something he didn't like. "I don't need protection darling." He said sharply. "It was a joke boss," I said getting up from the chair I was sitting him. It didn't make sense that I was offended by his response, but for some reason, I felt defensive as well. "I am going to go see how Henry is fairing with his army-sized meal." I didn't wait for a response before walking out of the door and heading toward the kitchen. I stood in the doorway for a moment before speaking. I remember the first day I got out of that room and

At 90 years old, he looked remarkably healthy and vibrant, his presence radiating an unexpected vitality. His light, agile step indicated that he was a master of health and wellness. The reporters in the room gasped, “Oh my God, it’s Master Jiro Ono, the top Japanese chef. How is this possible?” Fanny immediately scoffed, “A top chef can’t compare to international chef George Brown.” Her comment was met with derisive laughter from those who knew better. Fanny’s ignorance was palpable.

“Miss Mira has a certification from a three-star Michelin chef.” Mira chuckles shyly. I roll my eyes. Mrs Ford gasps. "You mean the same chef that taught Alex?” “Yes, ma’am,” Mira replies. “Monsieur Chef Pierre Laurent always said Alex was the best student he ever taught. Alex even got a personal recommendation from him.” I look at Alex and pout. “Wow.” He sees me and lifts his chin proudly. "Oh." Mrs. Ford mutters. She turns to Alex.. “Why have you never cooked for me?”

Nicely done! Anthony’s eyes twinkled with mirth and love. This was indeed his woman. He said to Luke, “Ask Mr. Mozart to personally prepare a portion of blue cheese.” Waverly’s face stiffened. Mozart was the main chef of a Michelin restaurant and was then hired to become Anthony’s chef. He prepared with the finest ingredients, and just because of Charmine, Anthony would make Mozart prepare the cheap, stinky blue cheese? How...painfully triggering! At the Divine Bird’s construction site...

The white walls, wooden furniture, flowers, and trees made this place welcoming enough for any person to come and enjoy a plate of delicious food. Jason took me to the kitchen area, where I met the chef on duty. The head chef was an American man in his mid-fifties who had learned to cook in Paris in his youth and worked in various places in England before coming back to California, his hometown. The last job he had was at Beckenham Palace. Yes, you heard it right. This man had been cooking meals for the Queen for the last three years.

I was invisible here, just like an obstacle in their little private world. "So, you're the one from the McAllister mansion?" The sudden booming voice nearly made me jump. I turned to see a familiar looking tall, burly and imposing man. I know this face as it was all over TV when I was in Paris– Chef Beau, the French Michelin star chef who has won the award so many times! Of course, who else deserves to be the head chef in the best hotel in the USA if not the best chef in the world?! And now I’ll get to learn from him, yay!!

When the ex-manager left, she turned her heads back to the people. “Who among you is Mr. Jonathan Reyes?” the man in the front raised his hands. “I know, you are a cousin of Ms. Reyes and she was the one who backed you up but don’t worry, I will not hold it against you. Just work honestly and you can work here until your retirement.” she said which give some relief to the chef she named. Based on the investigation two of the dishes she likes were cooked by him.