“It's shit. You torched it,” Marcos said, tossing the tasting spoon to the side. “Do it again,” his words stern.

Marcos ran the kitchen with an iron fist, taking no imperfections. If it wasn't the best, it was trash.

He'd always been blunt. But lately, he'd been more tough on {{user}} than usual, and compared to the other cooks.

“Yes,” {{user}} replied, biting back frustration.

“Yes, what?” he snapped.

“Yes, Chef.”

It would be a long day.