My Love Is Stupid's

Chapter 36's

"Tell me," said Antonio again, "when was the last time you cooked spaghetti for that many people?"

Fara gulps. "When the school bazaar first."

Antonio smiled cynically. "Bazar school? You liken my restaurant to a school bazaar?"

"No, it's not like that." Fara tried to explain.

"I'm really sorry. I won't do it again."

Antonio looked at Fara cruelly. "Of course you won't do it again. Cleanse your things. I don't want to see you again."

Fara was stunned for a moment to hear the words of her boss. His feet were trembling, his hands were limp. The worst shadow of his mind had already come true. He lost his job.

Maya, who had seen them without comment, suddenly told Antonio.

"It's not all Fara's fault. I told him to make that spaghetti. Please forgive Fara."

Antonio looked at Maya coldly. "And how do you know Fara can cook it?" Maya speechless. He could not explain that Fara first volunteered.

"Don't get mad at me" said Fara slowly, "I volunteered to cook it."

Antonio looked at Fara again. "So my decision to fire you was right."

Fara fell silent. He saw Maya's teary eyes holding back tears. Then he saw the front door of the restaurant he had gone through hundreds of times. His heart did not want to leave all that.

Just as Antonio was about to step inside, Fara suddenly spoke again. "Wait," he said, gathering his courage, "give me a week."

Antonio turned around and his forehead frowned in astonishment. "What's? One week?"

Fara's heart was racing. He did not know when his courage would last. So he should take advantage of this moment to be frank with Antonio.

"If in one week I can't cook food that suits your taste, you can fire me. But if in that one week I can do it, I want you to pull back my self-discharge."

Antonio looked at the girl in front of him with a hint of shock. He did not expect anyone to dare challenge him (interesting as well), he thought.

"Alright," he said with a brief smile. "one week. I'll give you one week. Not more. You lost to Fara. I'm sure I'll see you out this door in a week."

Mata Fara challenged him. "Not if I win."

 

First day

Fara cooking lasagna.

Antonio looked one eye. Tasting it a glance then throw the artificial cuisine Fara into the trash right in front of Fara's eyes.

Second day

Fara makes fettucini.

Antonio just smelled his fate the same as Fara's cooking the day before.

 

Third day

Fara makes cheese ravioli.

Antonio took one of Fara's ravioli without interest and chewed it. He spent one ravioli without spitting it out. Fara's expectations were slightly up by then. But then ran aground when Antonio told one of his cooks to throw his homemade ravioli into the trash.

"Sorry," said Antonio smilingly. "I can't even throw away your own food because my stomach feels nauseous after trying your homemade ravioli."

Fara began to think that whatever food she cooked would not be accepted by Antonio. But there's still four days left. He wanted to prove that he could still do it.

 

Fourth day

Fara makes spaghetti.

Antonio just looked at her as he said, "don't you give up too?"

"No." Fara shakes. "I'm not giving up."