“Master Maria!"

Idris bowed his head Low as soon as he saw Maria.

Curt and Greta gathered from his uniform that he was the chef, but the way he greeted Maria took them by surprise.

"Maria? Who is he?" Greta's curiosity got the better of her.

“He's the chef. Can't you tell?" Maria smirked.

Her response left Greta speechless.

The man was wearing a chef's uniform. Of course Greta could tell he worked here as a chef.

She just wanted to know why the hotel chef was bowing to Maria and calling her "master".

"I requested for him to come over so that we could order the dishes directly with him," Maria explained.

Greta fell quiet, and then after a few moments, asked, “But why did he call you master?"

"I was the one who taught him how to cook," Maria went on to explain. "We went to the same high school. He had to drop out when he was a junior because his family couldn't afford his education anymore. He had no other options but to make a Living on his own, but he didn't know what to do, so I wrote him some recipes and taught him how to cook."

Upon hearing her explanation, Greta was reminded of the news that came out about Maria a few days before.

They said that she had made up test papers for all the students in the school.

They kept all the exam papers she created and used them as study materials.

Did Maria have an obsession with writing?

As well as novels, she also wrote high school textbooks and recipe books?

Idris nodded and added, " person I am today!"

"Without Master Maria's help I wouldn't be the

Curt, who had been quiet for some time, suddenly pounded his fist on the table.

“Idris? As in Idris Castro? Isn't he the prodigy who passed the Gourmet Association assessment out of the blue, and was given a promotion to three-star chef?"

Prodigy?

Maria recalled her time teaching Idris. The only thing that stuck out to her was that he had spent three whole days learning the first dish. She had to admit it was a complicated dish, but at the time she was just annoyed that he was taking up so much of her time that could be spent sleeping.

Hmm... Could Idris be a prodigy?

“Idris, we haven't eaten yet," Maria said softly, reminding him why he was there in the first place.