Chapter Seven
"The last ticket." Aidan took the receipt from the rack, held it out in front of him. "Two shepherd's pie, mash, peas and sweetcorn; one Hunter's chicken with chips and a side salad, two liver and bacon on mash with peas; three scampi, chips and mushy peas; three gammon steaks, chips and peas, one with egg, two with pineapple, and finally one steak and ale pie, mash and mushy peas." He pierced the pastry with a temperature probe. "Eighty-three degrees, go, go, go!"
"I need some help over here, Aidan," Benjamin said, getting flustered with desserts.
Aidan threw the tea towel on the counter, celebratory style. He and Benjamin had just served thirty-three happy guests. He'd at least expected one complaint. With mainly him cooking, he'd survived the busiest evening service in
