"Is it still not working today?"
With a roar, the ingredients and utensils on the kitchen counter fell to the ground with a bam, and a tall, middle-aged man lifted his head from the gleaming cutting board, his eyes filled with frustration.
"Damn it, if I were just a bit younger! I could've come up with more delicious dishes, just like before!"
"Mr. Qilom, what happened?"
Hearing the sound, the other chefs ignored Mr. Qilom's rules and barged into the kitchen.
"I've said it before! Unless I ask for you personally, don't come into my kitchen! Didn't you hear me?"
The tall Mr. Qilom let out a raspy shout that clashed with his elegant appearance. The chefs who entered the kitchen immediately became timid and unsure of what to do.
"But..."
But we were worried about Mr. Qilom's safety.
The chefs never actually voiced this concern.
