Chapter 78

In a kitchen, one would expect the banging of pots and wok, the sizzling sounds of food being cooked and the chefs bellowing out orders or words of acknowledgement.

It was only for this particular kitchen, the chefs were surrounding a red-haired beauty, as if clamouring for her favor.

"Little girl, would like to learn cooking from me?"

"Nonsense, your cooking is the worst among all of us! Move aside!"

"Little girl, how about me?"

"You old geezers! It's only appropriate that I take her in, I'm the only woman here!"

The chefs were bickering with one another, and Hana was at a loss.

"Stop arguing, all of you!" someone scolded. "We still have customers out there waiting for their food!"

The chefs instantly went back to work, and the person that said that immediately approached Hana. His genial, wrinkled face showed his old age, and he handed Hana a small plate of food, offering her the utensils.

It was a dish that resembled ratatouille.