Chapter 474
Chapter 474:
Something about her technique stirred a memory within him.
His eyes caught the remaining casserole in the pan, and without hesitation, he helped himself to a taste.
“Delicious!” The chef’s eyes widened with sudden recognition as he stared at Janice, his world tilting on its axis.
For a heartbeat, Janice’s figure blurred before him, merging with the shadowy silhouette of a legendary master chef he’d once known.
“Could it be that you are…?”
Janice’s serene expression crystallized into something sharp, her eyes flashing a silent warning. The chef, seasoned in reading subtle cues, caught her signal and let his words die in his throat.
Relief softened Janice’s features as she watched him fall silent, and she offered the barest of nods in acknowledgment.
That tiny gesture sent electricity coursing through the chef’s veins.
It was true then—Janice was the mysterious chef! His mind reeled at the revelation. The legendary chef who had nearly ascended to culinary godhood was standing before him.
Drawing a steadying breath, the chef struggled to contain the thundering of his heart. His culinary idol, once a distant star, now stood within arm’s reach.
His gaze followed Janice with newfound reverence, his expression mystifying the oblivious onlookers.
“Wow, Janice’s cooking skills are really impressive,” Maggie observed, noticing the yearning look the chef directed at Janice’s creation. “When a renowned chef showers such praise on her cooking, this casserole must be extraordinary.”
“If only I could sample it!”
Maggie wasn’t alone in her fascination; Kenneth too found himself tempted.
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But the show’s strict guidelines stood firm—stealing even the smallest taste remained forbidden.
Aiden’s gaze lingered on the casserole before Stephen. A revelation dawned on him about Janice’s hidden depths.
She possessed talents far beyond his initial assessment, particularly in the culinary arts—a skill that had completely escaped his notice.
The casserole’s mere presence spoke volumes about its exquisite taste.
Aiden glanced down at his steak, finding it suddenly lackluster. His thoughts fixated on sampling just one morsel of Janice’s creation.
Stephen savored the casserole in reverent silence. Tears threatened to spill as emotions surged through him. Were it not for the rolling cameras, his composure might have crumbled entirely.
Each bite transported him back through two decades of memories.
The familiar taste felt almost surreal, like stepping into a cherished dream.
After savoring the final mouthful, Stephen released a heartfelt sigh and met Janice’s gaze. “Thank you.”
With her characteristic gentle smile, Janice responded, “You’re welcome. I’m delighted I could bring you joy.”
Stephen hesitated, puzzlement crossing his features. “You seem remarkably attuned to my preferences. We’ve only met once or twice.”
“Don’t misunderstand,” Janice replied, a hint of mirth dancing in her eyes. “You’re handsome and famous, but my interest isn’t romantic.”
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