Sicarra was immediately stunned. "Why is it a goose that is already processed?"
"They have only one chef in this restaurant, but the number of customers is comparable to a big restaurant's. He won't be able to make dishes in time if the ingredients are not processed in advance," Genevieve explained.
"But… how will I know if that is Gaga then?" Sicarra was starting to panic.
Genevieve pondered, and then said, "We have to taste it then."
"Huh?" Sicarra glared at her.
"No… I was saying, look at that goose in the boss's hands. It doesn't look like Gaga at all," Genevieve quickly explained.
"It indeed doesn't look like Gaga. Gaga isn't that big." Sicarra stared at it before nodding. Then, she said with pursed lips, "However, where could Gaga go? Why couldn't we find it anywhere?"
Genevieve patted the back of her hand, and consoled, "Don't fret. I will ask my friends to help you look for it after we have our meal. They know a lot of people, and perhaps they can find it."
