"If you can't explain yourself today, I'll fucking kill you, you son of a turtle!" A mouthful of distinctive local dialect.
Hefty and plump, with a tall chef's hat, and a big spatula in hand, his presence was formidable.
Yet, there was an inexplicable sense of humor to it.
This fat man is the head chef of this hotel.
He had once won the grand prize at the international chef competition organized by Michelin.
Although he has a bit of a temper, he has real skills.
Otherwise, the boss wouldn't tolerate his explosive temper.
Mia had seen this chubby chef throw a tantrum before.
Just one word out of line, and he might just smack someone with that spatula.
"Uh, I'm sorry, my husband misspoke, I'm here to apologize to you," Lin Xi didn't expect the kitchen chef to actually come out.
"Who's the son of a turtle, your husband, to dare say the food I cook is not delicious?" The fat chef didn't care for that, shaking the big spatula in his hand, he said huffily.
