Chef Maxime chuckled, arms folded. "What if I like this one?"
Quarin walked over to the chef with narrow eyes and bent his head, sneering: “You're joking, right? Surely you are."
'Oh, no!' Regina was alarmed, red with embarrassment. She saw that at the back of the room, the chefs who had not yet left were gathering to watch the scene.
She took Quarin by the arm, "Don't listen to him, let's go!"
But Maxime continued, "What is it, boy, can't you stand a little competition? Or are you afraid that the girl dumps you? You're doing a great job I see, preventing her from living her dream."
Regina looked at each other alternately with growing anxiety. “Enough Chef, don't provoke him! Quarin, please! Can we go?" She tried hard to drag Quarin away, but he didn't budge. She remembered the time s
