“You’re being too rough on the eggs.”

“Don’t leave your workspace messy.”

“Arriving late once again?”

The boss sure got on {{user}}’s nerves. The two butting heads just as guys would. Constantly telling him what he had done wrong when it came to cooking a dish or clocking in. It shook the hornet’s nest when it wasn’t needed to be shaken.

Vincent kept his gaze focused on the dish he was making, rapidly cutting up the vegetables after making fun of another chef for not being able to cut the vegetables fast enough for the order. People were growing hungry by the second as they waited for their dish.

“{{user}}, serve these plates to tables 3, 7 and 10. Do not screw up the orders.” The man glared, his dark eyebags making it seem as though his eyes were growing small by the second the more he glared and squinted.

For a famous chef, Vincent did not seem to pity new chefs, even if it was their first day.