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"So you just... crack the egg into it and-bam." She lifted a raw egg above the cooker with a flourish. "Poached egg. Science."
Love Pattranite, the youngest waitress on staff and a walking bundle of workplace anxiety, peeked around the kitchen doorway and blinked in horror. "You can't be here, ma'am. This is a sacred space. Like a temple. For food."
Orm beamed. "Relax. I brought my own rice cooker. And my own chaos."
"Wonderful," Love muttered, already considering if running away counted as sick leave.
The air shifted as Ling Ling entered, arms crossed, brow arched high.
"You again," she said without emotion, though her tone carried the weight of a hundred ignored red flags.
A Dash of Salt, A Spoonful of Heart
A serious chef. A disaster gay. A murder mystery nobody ordered.
Ling Ling Kwong's kitchen is a no-nonsense zone: precise, professional, and absolutely zero tolerance for chaos. So naturally, that's exactly what shows up in the form of Orm Kornnaphat-rich, bratty, questionably talented, and apparently determined to flirt her way into the kitchen (and maybe Ling Ling's heart).
Between Orm's exploding eggs, Milk's conspiracy board in the dorm, and a flirt-hug-makeout-mystery situation brewing with a tired waitress named Love, things at Chez Koy are boiling over.
Oh, and did we mention Ling Ling's dad was framed for murder? That too.
Romance. Revenge. Rice cookers. This kitchen's about to blow.