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    Harvey Brown, the chef, furrowed his brow as he observed the unfolding scene. Upon Norah’s entry into the kitchen, an unusual tension filled the air.


    Harvey, an enthusiast for delicious food and a lover of cooking, disapproved of seeing the kitchen staff cking off because of a woman’s appearance.


    Setting aside his task, Harvey approached Norah, who was busy kneading dough on the table, intermittently adding water and flour. She even cracked an egg into the mixture, appearing as if she were ying with mud.


    Harvey snorted, criticizing, “The kitchen is no ce for ying house, ma’am. If you want to bake something, you should go to the dessert house.”


    His rudeness made the other workers in the kitchen frown. Harvey, being the chef of the five-star hotel, was known for his talent and arrogance. He often looked down on junior staff, resorting to verbal aggression.


    His words provoked disapproval from everyone in the kitchen, even drawing the ire of the warehouse manager responsible for overseeing all kitchen operations.


    Norah didn’t seem bothered. She concentrated on kneading the dough with her hands. Afterpleting the preparations, she wrapped it with stic wrap.


    “My actions in the kitchen are within my freedom. You don’t seem capable of controlling me,” Norah calmly asserted.


    Raising her eyebrows, she added, “Please don’t disturb me. Thank you.”


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    Her tone was light, but Harvey interpreted it differently. “Haha, I’m the five-star chef of this hotel. Why can’t I say what you should do in the kitchen? My presence leads my junior staff to make frequent mistakes. I’m the chef here. If you want to cook something, just let me know, and I’ll make it for you.”


    Harvey spoke with an air of pride about his position as the hotel’s chef.


    Unimpressed, Norah sneered. “What does my presence have to do with your staff’s mistakes? Instead of teaching them a lesson, you want to drive me out? What kind of logic is that?”


    Harvey’s expression shifted into anger.


    “You…” On second thought, Norah’s words started to make sense.


    With a cold face, Harvey turned around and gathered all the staff. “If anyone makes a mistake again, they will be responsible for cleaning the entire kitchen after the hotel closes.”


    The kitchen, once cleaned by a team of individuals, would now be the responsibility of the personmitting a mistake. Faced with this severe punishment, the staff, even if tempted to observe Norah’s actions again, focused on their work, fearing the consequences.


    Having imparted this lesson, Harvey approached Norah once more. “Ma’am, are you dissatisfied with the hotel’s cuisine? Otherwise, why would you cook in the kitchen yourself? Rich people usually prefer to indulge in the culinary creations of chefs.”


    Could this woman be the housekeeper of a VIP guest? No, that couldn’t be the case.


    Norah had sampled Harvey’s cuisine. And while it was good, it fell short of being exceptional. ording to Ond’s taste standards, Harvey’s dishes should have been considered exquisite.


    “The dessert is too sweet,” Norah considered her response before providing feedback. Diverse countries often had varying culinary preferences. What Norah found overly sweet might be considered a delicacy by others. Unless it was truly awful, she wouldn’t outright criticize it.


    Harvey nodded and persisted, “How about the main course?”


    “No issues.”


    Given Harvey’s role as a chef in a five-star hotel, it was reasonable to assume his proficiency in cooking. Norah acknowledged his cooking skills.


    “Then, ma’am, why did you choose to prepare your own dessert instead of simply ordering from our menu?” Harvey asked.


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