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The scene changes to TI DIAMO IL.
The chef was singing his heart out as the twins sat at the table. He doesn't seem to know that he has some customers that need to be served. Vincenzo went through the menu as Vittorio did the same. Vittorio faced his brother who faced the chef.
"You're my sun how beautiful you are~" he sang in Italian.
"You are beautiful. You are handsome" he said in his normal voice while pointing at the fridge that has his reflection on it and continued.
The chef looked very embarrassed.
"I love-" he was cut off by the Cassano brothers who were looking through the menu.
He gasped and stepped back in shock. He looked around nervously and put the broom aside, rushing towards him to take his order and put a water bottle on his table.
"What's your best dish?" Vincenzo asked while his eyes were still on the menu.
"Well, that would be my porcini dish. It's truffle porcini spaghetti." He stuttered.
"Everything on your menu sounds delicious" Vittorio spoke in Italian as the chef looked extremely nervous by the sudden change of language.
"Why are you so nervous, Mr. Toto?" Larry asks him.
"I don't know. It is my future self" Toto stuttered as he replied.
"We'll have that," Vincenzo said as the chef asked 'what?' Vincenzo nodded with a small smile as a reply.
"Si," the chef said and rushed to the kitchen to prepare their dishes.
Soon, two plates of the 'famous' truffle porcini spaghetti arrived at their table. He put down the sauces as Vincenzo 'Wah' in amazement while inhaling the smell and laughed at the chef. The chef nervously laughed with Vincenzo. Vittorio also smelled the dish it was good.
'Maybe the guy really knows how to cook Italian food' He thought.
Both of them rolled the spaghetti using the fork as the chef looked at them nervously. But as soon as the spaghetti was chewed, Vincenzo let out a moan, indicating that the food was good as the chef held out his thumbs and laughed proudly.
The chef was very happy here too.
But his smile vanished as Vincenzo grabbed a tissue, throwing it out. Vittorio did the same. At that time he didn't care whether he is breaking the chef's heart or not, he just wanted that shit out of his mouth. Vincenzo let out an 'egh' and looked at the dish with his eyebrows furrowed. He slightly raised his hand, trying to describe the taste.
The chef here also looked like as if he was about to cry.
"It tastes like you took this out of the trashcan," He said as the chef looked like he was about to cry.
