Chapter 342:
Steve's POV
I was standing in the middle of the kitchen floor in my white attire, the high heat radiating from the gas stoves coating my face with a flush and sweat. I was moving with rapid, mechanical paces while my hands cooked and prepared with passion the successive luxury dishes requested by that important customer.
I captured a panting breath as I skillfully shook the metal frying pan; never in my life had I expected, nor had it crossed my mind, that my simple, old hobby of cooking could transform me into such a blatantly skilled and proficient chef! Of course, all this credit belongs to the skillful, elderly chef who used to work here in this place previously, who taught me everything and guided my fingers with patience throughout these long years.
