Fear Me P.JM

🌼"It has been desided : Park Jimin stays!"🌼

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"These knives are beautiful!" I cry out as I chop green onions in a flash.

"They're Santoku!" the sous chef cries back.

I suddenly stop to hold the knife up. YOU ARE GOD TO ME. Then I begin chopping again.

The kitchen is in absolute chaos, and yet it makes so much sense to me right now.

For the missing Kobe beef, we've decided to replace it with duck and chicken diced together, broiled, then wrapped together with pasta, spinach, and some cheese.

For the burnt soup, we've decided to take the broth of the chicken and make a potato and leek soup, which is fast and easy to make, but tastes delicious still.

And for the missing plates, we've decided to serve some dishes on large banana leaves.

"OKAY! The appetizers are done!" the sous chef cries out.

The servers immediately come in to take the stuffed mushrooms with pine nuts out.

"How can we thank you!" the sous chef asks me as I check on the soup.

"Can I have the knives?"

"No."

Seriously now! Why won't anyone give me a set of knives!

"But I will personally write a recommendation for you to whichever culinary school you end up choosing."

I stop long enough to shake his hand. "Deal," I say with a smile.

"The soup is ready!" I cry out.

And the servers return to pick up the soup sprinkled with a touch of parsley before heading back out.

"Here."

A towel appears in front of my face.

"Your make up is running."

I wipe my entire face and take a look at the towel.

Holy crap. Can someone make sure my face is still actually on me? Because I swear I can see my face on the towel right now.

After wiping one more time with a towel drenched in water, I feel so much better.

For the main course, we take the diced chicken and duck and mix them with chopped green onions, roll them in the pasta with spinach and a little cheese, then place them onto the banana leaves.

"Okay! NEXT DISH!" the sous chef shouts.

The serves return again and pick up the dishes.

After another dish of catfish, and a tiny dish of pear salad with arugula, we serve a dessert of freshly made sorbet with a mixed berry sauce.

And now I'm a complete mess.

Despite the apron keeping the dress clean, it's completely wrinkled from the heat of the kitchen, my hair has lost all its wavy-ness, I have no make up on anymore, and my shoes have lost its heels.

I'm actually quite proud of the last one.

But even though the success of the kitchen is in front of me, I know I never managed to convince anyone about Jimin staying in America.

"Hello," I hear from outside the door.

Someone is on stage talking on the microphone.

"Hello," I hear again. "My name is Mimi. I know you are finishing up your desserts, but I wanted to take this moment to congratulate Park Jinhyung on his retirement."