Secret Santa [Oneshot]

Secret Santa

On the request of @Beazman.

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Ming's eyebrow twitched in irritation as that asshole critic kept finding flaws in his method.

Ming was minding his own business really. Cooking was his passion and life. And he was currently Pursuing it. But being a very young person and a degree in management from a not so good college, he was still very low in the ladder.

Even though he was working in a 5 star hotel, his work consisted only with assisting others and doing other chores.

And whenever he was free, he would practice on his own.

Just like now.

It was past lunchtime, the work was slow for an hour, before it would pick up again.

And that's when this devil appeared- Arthit Rojnapat. A celebrity food critic. Here with a team of other critics to increase the rating of this hotel. Staying here for a few months.

Ming couldn't understand, there were ample distractions to keep anyone entertained, but that dude had to always come and bother him.

And he swear, it was his favourite entertainment. 

To screw him.

"Do you understand?", He asked.

Internally rolling his eyes, ming answered," yes sir"

Arthit narrowed his eyes at him, as if displeased about something, but then left him alone as the head chef entered.

Arthit was known for his fierceness, as he wasn't lenient even with the head chef.

Everyone was scared of him, except Ming.

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It was 1 am, when he dragged his tired body to the locker room. He was up at his feet from 7 am in the morning.

Right now, he only wanted to flop down on his bed and treat his aching feet with a hot water bag.

But, he didn't had one.

Yes he was poor.

Guess he had to wait another few weeks to buy one.

When he opened his locker, he was massively surprised.

Someone had left that exact thing in his locker.

After debating for a few minutes, he took it with him. And thanked silently whoever gave it to him, even if by mistake.

He would use it well.

It was just the start of festive season. He would only get busier.

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It was 3am. And Ming was practicing making a dish.

For some reason, the head chef was always annoyed with him, and made his life harder.

Today, he made him do the dishes all day, and now his hands were angry red.

He cursed loudly as some salt went inside his rashes.

So Carefully, he started cutting vegetables. Only to cut his fingers again when someone interrupted,

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking. What about you sir? You need something?"

"Yes, I want some ice cream"

Ming rolled his eyes, he could have ordered through room service.