"Pardon my intrusion."
As the voice fell and the sliding voice of the main kitchen's door was heard, every head turned toward the source of the voice.
Max who saw the person coming out of the gate suddenly had his eyes shine with realization.
'Shit, that bad habit of his!'
Max cursed himself for asking the question to Alex.
'Why do I keep forgetting that this bastard hates his food being judged….'
Max could tell what had happened, after all, it was not hard to guess.
He knew the person walking toward them, he had known him quite well since they were childhood friends.
He had known that guy for as long as he could remember, so he knew every good and bad habit of the said guy.
One of those bad habits was that he was very arrogant, especially when it came to his cooking.
