"the way to a woman's heart is through her stomach."
That's what people say and you're the living proof of that saying. As your grandfather told you in his fairytale, how she get your grandma from the juicy food he cooks.
But the thing is, will it...
"What did I say? I told you a while ago to check this or it will burn. Now, what happened?" I asked one of the new intern chefs. It's early for fuck sake. I don't have any dose of my coffee so my anger issues are at their peak.
He looks down, "it burns, ma'am." He said shamefully. I scoffed and throw the burned-baked cake. It's useless anyway, like them. Morons.
"Damn right it did," I said and walked away before I grab his collar and beat him up. I have anger issues so fuck them. "Repeat. Now this time do it right or I'm going to put you in the oven and let you burn like what you did in that fucking cake." I sternly said. He nodded and shakily grab the whisk and bowl.
"The show is over unless any of you want to be humiliated again? Any volunteers?" I raised my brows to them and they shook their head, looking away from me and getting back to work. I smirk and leave the kitchen.
I'm pissed. Fucking pissed.
I sit down on my chair and rest my head on the headrest. I'm trying to calm down my nerves. Those little shits are too much to handle, I can even teach a 5 years old kid how to bake and cook properly than those grown adults. We're not even sure if they are already grown properly too.
You see, I'm the owner of this Ezekiel Empire. My grandfather is the original owner but he passed it to me since he's getting old. I have to divide my body and mind to check everything; airlines, pier, shipping lines, restaurants, and a small culinary teaching facility in the main branch of the restaurant. All on me. But my granddad is still here, helping me with everything. I'm just 28 years old, I want to enjoy my life and it is always ruined by these responsibilities.
"You scared another intern chef, grumpy pants." I heard a familiar manly voice that made me sigh again. This little shit and their big mouths. "I told you to be easy on them. They still learning. Did I do that to you when you almost burn the kitchen?"
"No, papa."
"See? Because you're still young and learning. And shouting at them won't make them learn. You just make it hard for the both of you to communicate because they are scared and you have anger issues."
I looked up to him and put a cup of coffee that made my heart jump in joy. Oh, my happiness. I quickly take it and smile at him, taking a sip of good hot black coffee. Damn, it feels like ages.
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"After you drink that, go back to the kitchen and apologize."
"But—"
"No more buts, young lady." He said in a serious tone. I nodded in defeat. He pats my head and smiled at me, "I didn't raise you for being mean and heartless. I raise you to be strong and a fighter. Remember that, Apo."
All my anger melted with my granddad's smile. He knows how to calm me down, pulls me back in the ground if im too high with fame, made me feel love, and most especially; worth it.
