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    On the way here, Florrie had been going on and on about how incredible the food was, and the whole family had nodded along, fully convinced.


    At first, the three brothers were skeptical, but as more people praised it, their curiosity and expectations grew.


    Who would have guessed that after all that hype, it would barely taste better than usual, nowhere near the glowing reviews everyone had raved about?


    Bain frowned too. “Yeah… It’s not as remarkable as you all made it sound. Just slightly better than what we usually get.”


    Jordy looked around suspiciously. “Are you guys sure your taste buds are even working properly?”


    The others hadn’t tasted it yet and exchanged puzzled nces. Only Christina understood what was happening.


    They had all tried dishes like this before, made by Dn, and those vors had always left a strong, unforgettable impression.


    Florrie frowned, her brows knitting together. “No… That can’t be. We’ve all had it before. It was absolutely delicious.”


    The others nodded. “Yeah, it was incredible.”


    Gerry set his fork down, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Then taste it yourselves and see.”


    Florrie grabbed a bit of the greens and tried them. She immediately frowned. “Nope. This isn’t from the same chef. That chef’s skills were way better.”


    The others took bites as well, each reacting with curiosity.


    “Definitely not the same chef. This is just Morfort’s usual standard. It’s good… but nowhere near that chef’s level.”


    “Maybe the chef wasn’t on duty today?”


    The family shared disappointed looks, silently acknowledging it.


    Torrie Hardy, the manager, sses perched on her nose, observed their reactions carefully.


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    After all, this was the family her boss personally cooked for. One of these women would be her boss’s wife, so she had to pay attention and make sure everything went smoothly.


    Seeing the guests’ faces tighten slightly at the food, she moved over without hesitation.


    Torrie, her hair wless and her suit perfectly pressed, approached them with a gentle, respectful smile.


    “Dear guests… Is something wrong with the dishes? Don’t hesitate to tell me. I promise we’ll make it right.”


    In the kitchen, the chefs stiffened, their nerves fraying at the thought of guestsining.


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