“It seems like there's something exciting going on, Mrs. Larisa,” Wiliam greeted kindly. I, who had just entered the kitchen area, looked at him in confusion.
“What do you mean, Head Chef?”
Willian frowned. “I told you, please call me by the name 'William' not Head Chef.”
I put on an apron and put my hair in a ponytail to keep it out of the way during the process of making breakfast this morning. “Isn't your job here as Head Chef?”
“Alright. I yield."
I laughed at that. “I'm not in a happy mood, but trying to greet the morning with a happy feeling, William.”
The man smiled broadly. “I'm glad you could come to this house.” He opened the large refrigerator not far from where he stood. “What would you like to make for breakfast? I don't suppose Mr. Seth will protest if you serve him som
