Chapter 452 - At the Mercy of Somebody (2) (1/2)
Chapter 452: At the Mercy of Soht she didn’t have to feel upset about the way he raised an issue with A With an interesting expression, June watched Min-joon and Aed in a war of words A little later, Amila looked at June as if she was rather eht in a sous chef who loves you more than Dobby”
“So, has e yournonsense! Tellto ith you again I think we clearly broke up at that time”
“Well, it looks like you and I broke up because of our different cooking philosophies,” June said calmly
In the meantime, Min-joon calmed down and checked the women’s ether, given the way they spoke to each other informally, but he could not knohat made their relationshi+p turn sour like that
At that lanced at Cho Min-joon and opened herhere forever?”
“No, I’ll send you back”
“Why don’t you serve us a cup of tea Then I think I’ll go back a little more comfortably”
“I don’t have any more tea for you here”
“Then water is fine Not forthirsty Right, Min-joon?”
“Pardon? Oh, yes” A on an act, but she narrowed her eyes and said with a sigh, “Just co’
The moment Min-joon entered, the stale sly that he even wondered if Amilla’s house was a noodle mill, not an ordinary house In the space that should have been used as a living roo here and there, and the pasta dough was aging on one side When he watched the flour drifting in the sunlight seeping through the s, he even felt mysterious as if he was in athe score When he looked at the noodles piled on one side after drying, they wereon the type of pasta Her cooking score was a little different from that of Allan’s noodle supplier, Alfred, or the pastas supplied to Rose Island
Checking A score, he seeain because there were only a feho could produce such quality noodles in America Of course, it would be a different story in Italy It wasn’t that easy to find so noodles alone
“Coave hi the water bottle with an aard expression He gulped it down, pretending he was really thirsty
Aive you a reave you water like this, you and I can bury the hatchet”
“Is there anything I can do so we can make up? I think you just sulked because you wanted to It’s ti”
“Don’t say whatever you want to say to ive my noodles as material for your soulless dishes”
“It’s you who are saying whatever you want to say to me Who tells you o, my sous chef praised my dishes with a shout full of his soul”
“Well, he astronohter at her reply right away
Ahing again?”
“You really don’t know anything A”
“What do I need to know?”
“He has a ic palate”
Amila was silent for a moment She blankly looked at him, then turned to June
Then he said with a s?”
“Youabout this kind of stuff”
“Magic palate?”
Aain As if she could not believe it at all, she looked at hi to be cal to say to me?”
“Well, I told you already Since he doesn’t know my dishes well, he thinks my dishes are okay”
“Gosh, if you notice so to pick on it as always, June”
“Because I can’t survive in this field if I don’t do that”
“That’s my answer”
June frowned at what Amila just said as if she could not understand
Watching her, A to survive Every day is a struggle for you If I have your dish, I feel bloated as if I have an upset stomach rather than comfortable I just feel so uncoreed So, I don’t want to allow you to mix my noodles with your desire like that And I don’t want to see you struggling to survive everyday So, leave ain?”
“Hey, don’t you think you have to give it a thought before replying so quickly like that when I’ve explained to you about er than now, my answer is the same So, I answered shortly in consideration of your position You have to thank me for that”
“No, I don’t want to thank you! So, you don’t want to lead a dull life likesaid that, June looked around the house Amila’s house looked cozy and mysterious, like a movie set, and quiet at the sa to do with fun