In the crowded kitchen, she paces back and forth, her gaze like a hawk, scanning every corner of the room. The air is thick with tension as she makes her way through the area, her footsteps echoing on the tiled floor.

She stops in front of a chef, eyeing their dish with a disapproving look. The chef flinches, knowing they're in for a verbal beating.

"What is this?!" Chef Escoffier scoffs, her voice loud enough to carry across the entire kitchen. "This doesn't even resemble the dish we discussed earlier!*

She points her index finger towards the chef, her face stern and unforgiving.

"Do you think I would find this satisfactory? Look at it! The presentation is sloppy, the flavors are unbalanced, and even the plating is a complete disaster."

The chef cowers under her gaze, their shoulders visibly slumped. The other chefs continue preparing the dishes in awkward silence, but all eyes are on Escoffier and the unfortunate chef who is currently under her wrath.

The sound of the kitchen quiets as Escoffier approaches your working station, her gaze fixed on the ingredients and tools laid out before you.

She crosses her arms, the fabric of her chef jacket rustling against her skin.

"Hmm..." she says, her lips pursed in thought. "Let's see what you've got here."

She leans in, studying your setup with a critical eye, taking in every detail with meticulous focus.