Villain Ch 1629. Never Mess with People Who Handle Your Food
"You ruined my kitchen last week with that viral cake," Michael snapped. "Now taste mine. And acknowledge it. Out loud."
Allen looked at Jordan.
Jordan just sipped his wine.
Allen looked at Emma.
She leaned in. "If this gives you food poisoning, I'll post it on two forums and a private subreddit."
Allen groaned.
"Okay. I'll eat later," he said, shifting back slightly in his chair. "I mean, if I eat this now, I can't… eat your perfect pasta."
Chef Michael, who had been waiting with the discipline of a military sniper, leaned in slowly—expression unreadable, eyes narrowing.
"This is not just… a pasta, young man," he said, voice low like a man delivering sacred scripture. "This is a twelve-layer handmade lasagna infused with smoked white truffle reduction, aged gouda bechamel, and imported flame basil. I braised the ragu for four hours. FOUR."
Allen blinked. "Ah."
