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Meeting 2

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As Deborah said, today was a busy day for Sara. The morning that he usually wears for gymnastics and gym is replaced with cooking lessons that drain a lot of energy and mind.

Yes, the thought because Sara had to memorize the types of kitchen spices that she rarely encountered. Although his life revolves around the middle of the forest and under the sea, he rarely found plants that serve as a spice.

A famous chef who is good at making Spanish food came to Max, specifically to teach his wife. And of course the chef was a good woman, considering how Max was so possessive of his wife.

"I think it's harder than Adrian's teaching" murmured Sara watching the chef separate some ingredients.

"What are you going to teach me today, Chef Lilia?"

The woman wearing the apron replied without looking. "Seafood Paella."

"Oh, I read on the internet last night. It seems easy."

"Suitable for beginners, Senora." Lilia gave the washed clams to Sara. "You can boil those shells, not too much water."

"Okay, what about the next step?"

"Slowly, it takes patience to create a scent and taste that touches the heart, Senora. For foodies, food is their world."

Sara nodded her head in understanding, although not fully understanding what Lilia said. "How old are you, Chef Lilia? You look so young, like a fifteen-year-old girl."

The woman chuckled softly, she turned to Sara. "Twenty, less than two months."

Sara was amazed, a very successful young woman at such an age.

"I've been in cooking competitions since an early age, Senora. Do not be discouraged, learn not age restricted. You can do it if you mean it."

Back facing the stove, Sara stuffed the chicken thighs into the hot oil. And a splash of oil made him want to stay away.

However, Lilia blocked his hand, cancelling out his intention of leaving. "You won't succeed if you fear and give up, Senora."

"Wounds and blood, sweat and tears you will encounter every day in the kitchen. It will make you understand what it means to be successful. Successfully indulging others with the taste and color of mouth-watering cuisine, that is the most important part of a chef."

Although desperately wanting to give up because of the splash of oil on her forehead, but for the sake of herself and the future of her family, Sara continues to struggle.

Of course he must play an important role in the kitchen later, considering Max is very childish.

"Don't get burnt up, Senora."

"I've done this before, Lilia."

"Enter garlic, onions and peppers."

Sara did. After the ingredients turned yellow, Lilia continued to rule. Yeah, that's how he's used to it. Because according to Lilia, when someone just looks and does not work, it is the same as a round zero without contents.

"Enter squid and tomatoes, then stir."

"OKAY. Especially?"

"Enter saffron, salt and pepper."

"Saffron?" reset Sara. "Which one?"

"Have you forgotten about it, Senora?"

Sara chuckles. "You know I've never seen that plant before, Lilia."

"The red one."

"OKAY. I've already done it. How much salt?"

"Look at how much meat is in the pot, estimate also how much salt should be needed."

Sara took a full spoon of salt.

"Still less."

"Huh? It'll be salty, Lilia."

"You can try it later, Senora."

Sara put in another couple of spoons, and that was enough.

"I think that's enough, Lilia."

"You can try it, Senora."

"But I don't see Chefs on tv trying their cooking, Lilia."

The woman smiled. "That's because they're experienced, Senora. But that doesn't mean those who try it aren't cool, it's what will set you apart from the rest."

"Okay, I'll do it."

After tasting, Sara nodded. "A little salty."

"There are still ingredients that have not been included, Senora."

Turning to one stove that boiled clams, Sara knew that it was time to lift that one dish. He turned off the stove to make it easier for him to set aside those ripe shells.

"It's time to put rice in that stir-fry, Senora."

Sara switched again, putting in the rice like Lilia's instructions.

"Continue stirring, don't let the rice go, Senora."

When the rice was half-cooked and started sticking to the pan, Sara continued to stir and her hands started to get tired.

"Lilia, my hands are tired."

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Walking down the narrow and shabby road that makes Max upset. Moreover, they had walked a few meters and the road was not passable by a car.

"Where is that place, Alex? Is it far away?"

"Live a few turns, Senor."

"Are you sure that's their place?"

Alex nodded. "I've checked it."

"How's Gerald progressing there? Has he met the girl?"

Understanding with Max's intentions, Alex shook his head. "I limited his space there. He hasn't been allowed into the mansion before he managed to become ruthless, Senor."

"I'm worried about that little girl."

"You can make him a servant to your wife, Senor."

Max understood. He had not thought of that before, and instead allowed a man to peck at his wife.

"I'll think about it. Did Lilia get there today?"

"Aunt says it, Senor."

Max smile. "I'll be spoiled for my wife's cooking when I get home, Alex. Hurry up and get married so you know how much fun it is to have a wife."

The man who was single status was silent resisting the annoyance. It was always what Max was proud of and managed to break his pride.

"My soul mate isn't born yet, Senor. Maybe after you have a new baby I think about it."

The blue-eyed man stopped his steps, he glared angrily at Alex. "What are you thinking? I won't let an old man like you be a man for my son."

Alex chuckles. "You misunderstood. I don't have such a view, Senor."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not getting married."

"You're going to be single for life?"

"It's better than having the halal but still thinking the haram."

Knowing that the sentence insinuated him, Max was about to punch Alex but was immediately avoided by the man. "What did you say?"

"Just a fact, Senor."

Max exhaled his coarse breath. He stared at the slightly clear sky in the third of the day. "I think you know my heart, Alex."

"I'm not good at guessing someone's heart, Senor."

"Damn it, don't pretend. I know you know I love her. I love her until I go crazy not hearing her voice. I love her more than I do, Alex."

The gray-eyed handsome man nodded. "But you always hurt her, Senor. Your every word makes him moody."

"I did do it. But I have a good reason."

Alex grunting. "A strong excuse for an unclean thing?"

"I'll get it done in time, Alex."

"Hopefully it's not too late and you don't have to regret it, Senor," murmured Alex who Max still heard.

Not having time to recite the words of Alex, a beggar hit Max who was walking ahead.

"What are you doing?" alex shouted when he saw the master being hit. However, Max's cue stops him.

"Why are you running, Senorita?" max asked the woman who was looking down in front of him.

There was no reply, only the gang answered him.

Not long after, a group of men approached them. "You're being chased by thugs?"

The woman returned.

"Hey, ¿Que pasa? Porque no hablas?" (Hey, what's wrong? Why don't you talk?)

The woman continued to shake her head and did not open her mouth, until the thug approached.

"Danos esa mujer, Senor. La es mio. (Give the woman to us, sir. He's mine" said someone Max believed was the gang's leader.

Max took the woman for cover behind his back. "No temas, tengo aqui. (Don't be afraid, I'm here)."

"Take it yourself if you want it," Max challenges the thug.

"No hables demasiado, Maldita sea. Solo malo! (Don't do much ado, damn it. Just give him to me!)"

The heated conversation comes to a halt as Max incapacitates them all.

"Are you okay?" max asked the woman who had refused to speak.

"Eh bien, gracias. (Yes, well, thank you)."

Max glared at the woman's voice . He opened the jacket that covered the woman's head which surprised him.

"Where? Y-you? Really you? What are you doing here? Why don't you ever see me?"

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And in the end, the ex-girlfriend returns guys. What will Max do?

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