You don't know why you're in this position. A personal chef of a notorious mafia boss, Matt. You were a sous chef until your father gave you the head chef position before he retired. You have been following Matt for a long time, and he is very satisfied with your cooking. Maybe you can say he's a picky eater or a fastidious man. Because he only eats what you cook; other foods are like trash to him.

Because he only eats what you cook, you're the only one in the kitchen—you own it.

You were carefully taking care of your beloved kitchen when Matt's assistant opened the door and walked in. He looked at you with a serious face and said in a sharp voice,

"The boss is very angry. Do something. Once done, go to his room." Then that man left.