Chapter 210: Fitting In (1/2)

*Ring* *Ring* *Ring*

”Fresh lasagna with extra cheese for table 3! The Gregories need it quickly!”

”Chocolate fondant and foie gras for the Rivers on table 12,”

*Ding* *Ding* *Ding*

”The stir fry is finally ready! I need it gone ASAP so I can get more space!”

”I got it,” The voice of an arrogant, confident yet slightly nervous man sounded yet was drowned by the other sounds of the room as he rushed over to grab the stir fry, bumping into many servants in the process, making them look at him with hate-filled eyes charged with annoyance as he had almost made them drop their food.

”What the fuck does this degenerate brat think he's doing… He's going completely opposite to traffic… We practiced this so many damn times that we could not even properly sleep, how is he getting this wrong?”

”Yeah… Really had the urge to slap him in the face, he almost made me drop my food. If I lost my job because of him I swear to god I wouldn't even know what to do anymore…”

The faint whispers around the room that should have been completely indistinguishable from the loud, bustling kitchen entered his ears as he inwardly cursed his stupidity.

Gritting his teeth before taking a deep breath, he decided to force his way through the rest of the seemingly never-ending wave of oncoming servants as he was already almost there, making sure to try his best to avoid everyone in his path as he heard the harsh whispers of his colleagues enter his ears once again.

”Thank you!” He said with a smile on his face, quickly grabbing the plate of food before coming back the way he arrived in order to go to the wide exit of the expansive kitchen.

Yet, despite now going the right way, he was still bumping into people left and right, almost dropping his food on a few occasions as he struggled to go at the same pace and posture as everyone else's movements that seemed so perfect that they were almost robotic.

Then, as he reached the doorway where there was wider space, he inwardly patted himself on the back before taking a deep breath, focusing his gaze at the exit.

”What the hell do you think you were doing newbie!? That was the sorriest display I have seen in a very long time! There is no room to make mistakes like those! Especially on the night of the master's anniversary! Next time you do something like this it will be your head on that plate! You got that!?” A loud, manly voice full of vigour resounded in the large, red, luxurious kitchen that was packed from head to toe with both servants and chefs, trying to go rush things out as fast as possible, his anger pointed towards the same tall, young, black-haired man with green eyes who seemed to be especially clumsy that day, not able to follow the proper protocol, almost like he was purposefully trying to make a mockery of everyone in the room.

”I'm really sorry sir! I-its just my first time under such pressure and the first time that the kitchen was this packed…” The man nervously responded, trying to catch his balance from the wave of other servants coming and going, an array of delicious foods all on both of their hands as they walked expertly as if there was no one in the room.

”That was what your training was for! Did you forget all that!? You weren't that bad in orientation so what happened here!?” The rather skinny head chef yelled, rubbing and playing with his long, still black mustache despite his clear age that was displayed by his wrinkly skin and eyes that went into deep, deadly slits.

”I-I'm sorry sir! It won't happen again! I just really crack under pressure… That was why it was so easy in practice,” He mumbled back, trying to find confidence in himself as he tried his best to look the angry, demonic figure of the head chef in the eyes.

With a deep breath, the head chef rolled up the sleeves of his crimson red outfit, calmly planting it on the newbie's shoulder with an iron grip.

”Listen closely kid, I know that you have your papa's support on all of this and I assume that you worked hard to get to the position you're at now, but if you don't get your shit together, I'm going to have to fire you… This is your very last chance okay? Oh, and if you end up embarrassing me and the rest of the kitchen staff I will not hesitate to go out of my way to absolutely ruin your and your family's life... How does that sound?”

The whispers of the head chef sent shivers down his spine, sweat running down his face, his shaky right hand almost dropping the food that was on it.