Find Me in 1000 Years

Cook Test

"Eh, of course not. I'm just cooking for today" Ken denied to both.

Dante panned the Japanese man to make sure.

"really. I just finished my course and will be a restaurant clerk for Mr. Ramires" Ken said.

"Oh, so this is the test?" The chef asked again.

"Maybe."

"All right, but let me be here. I want to see you cook."

The Japanese man actually objected because he cooked in front of the chef who would later arrange how he cooked. He glanced at the lady who just shrugged her shoulders. "It's okay, just so you don't bother me."

"Ok, I take it, but if there's a matter of responsibility, right?" The tall strapping man folded his hands on his chest and threw his face to the side. He puckered his mouth with narrowed eyes. Seemed as though he wanted to give Ken some help he didn't want.

"I'm sorry" said the Japanese man slowly.

Soon Ken was busy cutting materials. The servants helped him find kitchen tools. Dante and Ladi were watching in the corner of the room. So tense the hand of the Japanese man was sliced by a knife and bleeding. "Okay," he murmured.

The voice open. "Eh, Ken. Hand—"

"Not to." Ken simply grasped the sliced finger for a while and then started working again. No one noticed that the finger had healed as before.

Because there was some cooking, Ken was quite a hassle doing it himself but since from childhood often helped his father cook in the parlor, he was able to get through well. "Ah, thank goodness ...."

Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, a servant came to the kitchen in a hurry. "Mr Ramires has arrived. We should prepare dinner. Is dinner ready?"

"Oh, already," said the asian man.

"All right, we'll set up the dinner table."

It seemed that the waiter was busy preparing the dishes and glasses. Ken was also forced to arrange the food on the plate and decorate it. After that, he could rest. He sat next to Ladi at a small table in the corner of the room. Dante moved to taste the Japanese man's cuisine which is still on the stove.

"How's it?" ask Ken.

"I don't know, but I've done the maximum cooking, huh ...." The Japanese man leaned his body against the wall. "I'm so tired. I also took a practice exam in class." He rubbed the sweat on his forehead with a rag on the table.

Ladi chuckles.

Half an hour later, Ramires took his wife and son to dinner in the dining room.

"Dad, I said I don't want dinner because I'm on a diet, dad." A beautiful girl slim body frowning tailed her father and mother down the stairs.

Ramires laughs. "What are you dieting for. You're thin enough, Millea."

"I still have to manage my waist again." The girl touched her body at the waist.

"Dad's got a new cook and the cooking must be good. You have to try" the handsome man said to his son gently.

"Ouch, Dad. That's what's more," the girl complained with her mouth pursed.

The wife just smiled to see her husband even more tempting their child.

The beautiful woman in the exquisite dress, covered her mouth holding back laughter from hearing her husband's joke. The girl still looks upset.

"Come on. These cooks only exist today!" talk Ramires to his daughter.

They then sat in a circle on that long table chair with Ramires in the middle. The waiter began to serve them. One-on-one food is starting to be served. They enjoyed it especially Millea, Ramires' daughter. He loved the chicken steak Ken made.

"Mmh, Dad." The girl looks shy.

"What, Honey?"

"May I add the steak?"

This time, the beautiful woman with her hair curled up could not help but laugh. She kept her mouth shut for fear that her daughter would hear her laugh. But no doubt his laughter was also heard by the girl.

"Mother ...." Millea was grumbling to hear her mother laugh.

"It's okay, honey. You're not going to get fat just by eating chicken steak one more time" Ramires said.

But the sentence even made the girl roll her lower lip.

After dinner, Ken was called to the dinner table. Ken comes as Ramires' son and wife climb the stairs. Millea glanced at the Japanese man and liked him. He looked at his mother. "Mother, is that the cook?"

The beautiful woman glanced at Ken. "Oh, maybe, honey." He rubbed the head of his son who was still sitting on the High School bench gently. "Come on, don't forget to finish your tasks before you go to bed."

"Yes." Yeah."

Ken is now dealing with Ramires. But the man did not talk about the cooking he had made earlier but about other things.

"I want to reopen the restaurant in the near future and I want to change the menu. I ask you and other employees to think about the menu that will be listed as restaurant food. Surely not all of them and the possibility of the name of the restaurant being changed also exists, therefore I need teamwork."

"But I don't know what food is being sold there. Shouldn't the old restaurant clerk think about it?" sahut Ken's. He was afraid to interfere with the old restaurant problem because he saw the officers keeping their distance from him.

"Because I put you in there, you have to be involved in all the work there."

"But, Mister. I'm still green with this problem, and I'm not authorized to change the menu anymore."

Ramires straightened his body and folded his hands on his chest. "Who said you don't have the authority to change menus? Wasn't your broth previously offered as an extra menu at Chef Balto's restaurant?"

Ken scratched his forehead. Why is this the story anyway? That was unintentional. It's because of Mr. Balto, it's all so confusing. "Look, Sir. It happened, unintentionally. It's just a trial-and-error broth recipe, and it's not part of the restaurant menu."

The rich man watched the face of the man in front of him meticulously. This guy, does he not realize that he is capable? It would be impossible for Chef Balto to take a risk, to his very picky customers, otherwise he was very sure it felt very selling.

"Ken, do you know? Chef Balto was very picky. There was no way he could have put spices carelessly into his cooking if he wasn't sure. Chef Balto is very famous and his customers are not careless. Are you saying the 'She's' assessment is wrong?" He deliberately emphasized his word so that the Japanese man understood.

Back Ken scratched his forehead which did not itch. He doesn't know what to answer.

"I did it based on Chef Balto's judgment and I see tonight you can do it too. What else is your reason for retreating? I'm just asking you to add a menu, is that hard?"

"Eh, yes." Ken had to agree even though he did not understand himself. "I'll try."

The man did not realize there was a girl peeking at him from behind the door on the second floor. Millea was admiring the Japanese man's face from afar.