บท 358: My Thigh Is Bruised From Pinching

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"What...what is happening?"

"I don’t know! Seems like someone else is coming!"

"It seems like Alain Passa is just the sous chef. The actual head chef isn’t here yet!"

A food journalist almost hyperventilated, "Oh my god! This is crazy! At his level, Alain Passa’s just a sous chef? Who is this head chef?"

Another food blogger made a praying gesture, "I’m already grateful enough to have the opportunity to see one master in my lifetime, maybe, maybe...I’d be honored enough to see the legendary one…"

"Who is it?" someone asked.

"For Alain to only be the sous chef, who else could it be?" the food blogger raised an eyebrow mysteriously.

All the other food journalists and bloggers thought of the only one person that fit the criteria simultaneously, although it was unbelievable. The hall started to splutter in disbelief, "This...this is impossible…"

"I don’t think it’s possible!"