A few years back-
"Yu Han! Are you still watching those stupid vlogs?" Someone yelling as they barged into his room.
"Gege, can you please stay out of it?" He turned around and yelled back.
It was his brother, Bo Jian. For some reason, Jian did not like it when his brother watched food vlogs on the video streaming sight. He hated it when the videos showed low-cost stalls bustling with people. Mostly because their family restaurant was on the verge of being shut down for its low standards.
"You are not watching any of those videos again." He pointed a finger at the screen. "If you don't listen to me this time, I will make sure you lose your laptop."
"I don't think I will adhere to that instruction." Yu Han replied back.
"Your wish." Jian gave up and walked towards the mirror silently.
"This mirror is better than humans. At least it doesn't lie." He muttered as he ran a hand through his hair to tame them.
Bo Jian was the brand ambassador of the restaurant, due to his perfect looks. He had a lean but muscular body which was in fad those days. His hair were a shade of deep brown, which complimented his wheatish skin, round face and light brown eyes. All the customers were mostly ladies who were mesmerized by his beauty.
"The mirror does lie." Yu Han said with a deep sigh. "We both have the same features but I don't look like you."
"That is because you don't maintain your beauty." He replied. "Now go downstairs and serve the food. That suits you better." He sneered.
Yu Han moved downstairs without uttering a single word.
He descended down the ancient oak wood stairs and headed straight to the cooking station, which was nothing but a wooden table top with a gas stove and bowls full of spices and vegetables. It was located right infront of the plywood dining tables kept in a random fashion. Most customers were ladies and the rest were drunkards who had come to become sober.
'Only god knows how I landed in this hell.'
While Bo Jian was bringing in customers and serving the food, Yu Han was cooking in the station. He was tossing in some carrots, onions and some sichuan pepper past in hot oil, which resulted in a satisfying sizzling sound in the ambience.
"Order number 14 ready!" He yelled as he emptied the food on the plate. It's aroma filled the air.
At that time, the bells of the restaurant door jingled and a familiar person entered the room. He had a plump face and an unusually sharp nose. His hair was messy and stood upright. He had the expression of disgust plastered on his face, which was displeasing to the customers.
"Why is he here?" Yu Han questioned to Bo Jian.
"This restaurant belongs to him and so he has rights to visit it whenever he wants." He answered.
Yu Han went back to his cooking but his confidence had fallen to its lowest point. His hands began to tremble and he splattered the bok choi in the hot oil, splashing it at himself.
"Oh my god!" He yelled loudly, grabbing all attention.
"What happened?!" Bo Jian rushed towards the station.
"I burned my hand." He winced in pain.
Bo Jian headed towards the juice table and grabbed a handful of icecubes, along with flour from the counter top. He sprinkled a pinch of flour on the blistered area and let the ice melt on top of the affected place.
"This will temporarily help you." He muttered.
Someone from the customers got up and and headed towards the station. It was a boy, about Yu Han's age. He had light black coloured hair, different from grey. Kind of like a dark silver. His eyes were a beautiful shade of round, hazel eyes that complimented his wheatish complexion. His warm smile was what made his good looks stand out.
"Here, this will help you," He said as he took out a tube of burn relief cream from his bag.
Bo Jian took the cream and unscrewed the cap hurriedly. He pressed the tube too firmly, which caused the cream to leak out of the crimped edge of the tube and fall on the countertop. Now, the table was full of tye white mess.
"Bo Jian! You always mess up everything." Yu Han yelled.
"Calm down brother." The customer said in a calm tone of voice. "I will clean up the mess. Don't worry."
'This stranger is so kind.'
The stranger picked up a rag kept near the kitchen sink and began to wipe the table. At that moment, Yu Han's conscience struck him and he snatched the rag from the customer's hand.
"I'll do it, sir." He held the rag between his ring finger and thumb as his index finger was injured. In no time, the table was clean as new. Suddenly, he shot a glance at the stranger and noticed that he was intently staring at him.
'Who is this guy?'