My Love Is Stupid's

Chapter 35's

Maya asks the chefs again, "why don't you guys try first to make it?"

The three chefs looked at Maya as if she had lost her mind.

"I can't do it" said one chef. "Do you know how the boss's nature concerns his homemade food? no one dared to make his food. Anyway, we don't want to risk getting fired."

"So, you mean I have to cancel the whole order?" maya said annoyed.

The chefs nodded. Followed by other servants. Maya looks desperate.

"Don't cancel," said Fara suddenly. "if the chefs don't want to cook it, I'll cook it."

All looked at Fara in disbelief, including Maya.

"You can cook bolognese spaghetti like Antonio's?" ask Maya to be confused.

Fara nodded. "I tried it a few times at home. The result is no different from the signor Antonio."

The other servants were stunned to hear the confidence Fara expressed.

"How about now I cook one serving," suggested Fara, "then Maya can try it first. If my cooking is the same as the signor's, then I can cook the same for the next thirty people. But if it feels different. Ma'am can decide to cancel the party."

"You sure you can do it?" ask Maya again.

Fara nodded. "I'm sure."

"Then" said Maya optimistically, "please use the kitchen."

Fara smiled and rushed towards the kitchen, then started filling the pot with water and cooking it. He has done this dozens of times in the kitchen of his house. This was the first time he had done it in a restaurant kitchen. The steps Antonio took to make the bolognese spaghetti were already imprinted in his memory.

While tasting Fara's cooking, Maya looks at Fara happily. "You've done it. You can mimic exactly Antonio's cooking. It tastes so good."

"Thank you" said Fara happily.

"You can make thirty more?" challenge Maya.

Fara nodded.

Antonio arrived at the restaurant at 19:30. The guests finished eating their food. He went straight to the kitchen to ask for an explanation.

"Who's cooking the bolignese spaghetti in front?" he shouted without further ado while looking at the chefs.

The three chefs who were stared at lowered their faces to avoid Antonio's anger.

"I cooked it," said Fara honestly from behind the chefs.

Antonio turned around in disbelief. "You? You dare to cook my food?"

Fara tried to explain. "sorry. But if I don't cook it, the birthday party ahead can be off."

Antonio frowned in annoyance. "Let it be canceled. No one can cook bolognese spaghetti but me. That's a special chef's menu."

Fara fell silent. He didn't expect Antonio to be this angry.

"You," pointed Antonio at Fara, "don't go home tonight." Fara nodded slowly.

All night long Fara's heart was agitated. He was afraid that Antonio would fire him. As midnight falls and the restaurant closes, Antonio steps into the dining room and asks Fara to follow him. They arrived in front of the restaurant.

"Can you read the name of the restaurant listed above?" pinta Antonio hard.

Fara answered nervously, "....Antonio."

Antonio nodded. "really. Is your name there?" Fara shakes.

"I don't like my cooking cooked by other people" he explained. "Also you don't have any cooking experience. What would happen if the people found out that the food was cooked by the waiter?"

Fara looked sad. "Sorry."