"Fix your eyes as the amazing Chef, which is me of course, slice and season this fish which would delight your taste buds!."
All this while staying at Mr Frenado's mansion, Fred hasn't seen a way or two to get that drive Mr Ivan was ranting about.
If he could lay his hands on that tiny device, all would go well and fine.
But, now, he has to spend his entire days cooking food for the one man he hates, Frenado.
"And with this knife, I'll get rid of the useless nasty scales!" He demonstrated with a wide smile.
Fred knew his cooking skills were Zero. He spent his entire youth learning all about baking and wrapping sweets, his hands never touched a soup spoon, neither did he dream of touching any.
When this mission suddenly showed up, he read his grandmother's cookbook, over and over again. In sequence, without sequence. All these, to achieve the role he acts.
