He yanked Gulf towards him. Gulf's eyes widened, but all he saw were eyes boring into his own. Mew framed in annoyance and tore his glasses off roughly. Then, just as Gulf saw him bringing his face closer, he felt something warm cover his half-opened lips. Gulf Kanawut was hired by a restaurant mugal to find a world-class chef for his new French restaurant. He finds the perfect candidate in Mew Suppasit, the gruff master chef of a small restaurant. But the proud Mew is happy calling the shots in his own business and Gulf must go to all-new lengths to convince him to accept the offer. What will it take for Gulf to clinch the deal? And what secret from his past is Mew keeping from Gulf? In the high-stakes world of Tokyo grande maisom restaurants, Gulf discovers that "eat or be eaten" is more than just a business term! 🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻🌞🌻 Disclaimer: This is not an original story, I just want a MewGulf version of it. As this is not my original story, I will be using its Original Title or its Alternative Title.