Chapter: 462

Harvey snorted, criticizing, "The kitchen is no place for playing house, ma'am. If you want to bake something, you should go to the dessert house."

His rudeness made other workers in the kitchen frown.

Harvey, being the chef of the five-star hotel, was known for his talent and arrogance. He often looked down on junior staff, resorting to verbal aggression.

His words provoked disapproval from everyone in the kitchen, even drawing the ire of the warehouse manager responsible for overseeing all kitchen operations.

Norah didn't seem bothered. She concentrated on kneading the dough under her hand. After the preparations, she wrapped it with a plastic wrap.

“My actions in the kitchen are within my freedom. You don't seem capable of controlling me," Norah calmly asserted, raising her eyebrows. “Please don't disturb me, thank you."

Her tone was light, but Harvey interpreted it differently. “Haha, I'm the five-star chef of this hotel. Why can't I have a say on what you should do in the kitchen? Your presence leads my junior staff to make frequent mistakes. I'm the chef here. If you want to cook something, just let me know, and I'll make it for you."

Harvey wore an air of pride as he spoke of his position as the hotel's chef.

Unimpressed, Norah sneered, “What does my presence have to do with your staff's mistakes? Instead of teaching them a lesson, you want to drive me out? What kind of logic is that?"

Harvey's expression shifted into anger. “You.. On second thought, Norah's words started to make sense.

With a cold face, Harvey turned around and gathered all the staff.

“If anyone makes a mistake again, they will be responsible for cleaning the entire kitchen after the hotel closes."

The kitchen, once cleaned by a team of individuals, would now be the responsibility of the person committing a mistake. Faced with this severe punishment, the staff, even if tempted to observe Norah's actions again, focused on their work, fearing the consequences.

Having imparted this lesson, Harvey approached Norah once more.

“Ma'am, are you dissatisfied with the hotel's cuisine?"

Otherwise, why did she cook in the kitchen herself? Rich people usually preferred to indulge in the culinary creations of skilled chefs. Could this woman be the housekeeper of a VIP guest? No, that couldn't be the case.

Norah had sampled Harvey's cuisine, and while it was good, it fell short of being exceptional. According to Otland's taste standards, Harvey's dishes should have been considered exquisite.

"The dessert is too sweet." Norah considered her response before providing feedback.

Diverse countries often had varying culinary preferences. What Norah found overly sweet might be considered a delicacy by others. Unless it was truly awful, she wouldn't outright criticize it.

Harvey nodded and persisted, "How about the main course?"

"No issues."

Given Harvey's role as a chef in a five-star hotel, it was reasonable to assume his proficiency in cooking. Norah acknowledged his cooking skills.

"Then, ma'am, why did you choose to prepare your own dessert instead of simply ordering from our menu?" Harvey asked.

Norah remained still, her head unmoved. She possessed an intimate understanding of Harvey's character. His passion for the culinary arts contrasted sharply with his lack of emotional intelligence. To the uninformed, his presence might suggest a brewing storm.