Chapter 358: My Thigh Is Bruised From Pinching
Hidden Marriage
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"Whatâ¦what is happening?"
"I donât know! Seems like someone else is coming!"
"It seems like Alain Passa is just the sous chef. The actual head chef isnât here yet!"
A food journalist almost hyperventilated, "Oh my god! This is crazy! At his level, Alain Passaâs just a sous chef? Who is this head chef?"
Another food blogger made a praying gesture, "Iâm already grateful enough to have the opportunity to see one master in my lifetime, maybe, maybeâ¦Iâd be honored enough to see the legendary oneâ¦"
"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, "Thisâ¦this is impossibleâ¦"
"I donât think itâs possible!"
"There's no way that anyone can invite that person! Or else Iâll swallow this wine glass!"
"And Iâll swallow this spoon!"
â¦
Time passed slowly and five minutes went by.
With everyoneâs expectations in limbo, the banquet hallâs door opened once again.
The first person to walk in was an elderly foreigner in a neat uniform, followed by a team that was obviously well-disciplined. The old man led them in slowly and calmly.
The hotel owner saw the old man and went up to him, stretching his hands out excitedly, "Mr. Danial, youâre finally here! Weâve prepared everything already! It's all just waiting for you!"
The man nodded, politely shook hands with the owner, then walked to the position of head chef.
Alain who was at the sous chef position took a stiff 90-degree bow, then personally tied an apron on Mr. Danial, and prepared some lemon water for him to clean his hands.
When William who was sulking at the corner saw the older man, his eyes almost fell out and he started stammering, "Mâ¦master Danialâ¦how is it possibleâ¦Iâ¦am I dreamingâ¦?"
He pinched himself and winced at the pain.
Master Danial had been his idol ever since he started his chef career; the man had a special place in Williamâs heart.
He would have no regrets even if he could watch his idol from afar, what more now as he could observe him at such a close distance!
His disappointment at not being able to perform dissipated into joy!
Those who had said they would swallow wine glasses and spoons were all in shock.
"Someone please pinch me! Pinch me harder! I must be dreaming right now!"
"You had better pinch yourself! Iâve been pinching myself since just now! My thigh is bruised from the pinching! Itâs not a dream!"
"Whoâs this old man now?" Fang Ya asked curiously.
Some crew members who were confused echoed, "Yeah, whoâs this? Someone better than Williamâs master?"
One of the experienced food journalists stared at the older manâs every move and explained in a respectful tone, "If William represents the top among the younger generations of food practitioners, then his master Alain Passa is the pillar of the industry, representing the highest standard in the culinary fieldâ¦"
"What about Danial then?" Someone asked.