Shut your mouth and keep your hands moving, you bastard.

Can't you see the tickets piling up in the hall while you're slacking off? Can't you see them?

Peaceful, my foot. That lunatic. He's starting again.

The Mad Dog. Here we go.

That cursed voice instantly shattered the hellish kitchen air that had been spinning without a moment to breathe.

Aiden slammed the heavy stainless steel tongs he was holding onto my workstation. With a crashing sound that rang in my ears, every breath in the kitchen stopped at once.

Hey, you son of a bitch!! Did I tell you to do it like this? I told you to use this knife for that!!

His anger had reached its peak, and thick veins stood out hideously on his forehead and jawline as he clenched his teeth. His piercing green eyes glared at my frozen, terrified face as if he were about to devour me whole. I felt the blood in my entire body turn cold.

Is your brain just for decoration? Or did you forget how to think with that head? Doing something stupid that would only fly in a third-rate kitchen right in front of me makes me lose my mind.

As he breathed heavily, the burn marks and veins on his solid forearms were exposed through his rolled-up sleeves, glowing red.

Get this pile of trash that doesn't meet my standards out of my sight right now.

If you miss the timing for this table, I'll strip that chef's coat off you and kick your ass out of here immediately. Got it?