Noah sighed inwardly, ( I can't believe we rent an entire dining restaurant only for madam to cook in the kitchen ). His thought was not a bright one but his brows and the others were raised. The foul smell of burnt cook that wafted its way to the almost insulated restaurant suddenly diminished as if there was an opposing force that instantaneously canceled the negative aura.
"H-Hmm..." Lyon was impressed. He never thought that something so bizarre would happen. The smell of charred meat was gone. The hustle and bustle from the kitchen also dimmed down to a worrying silence. No clanging of pots, no cleaning of pans, there was nothing.
Lyon had to gulp as his attention lay in the direction where the kitchen. The students were looking at him, begging with their eyes to check on the madam.
