Chapter 80
Speak of the devil. Myles Damian had turned up with a plate of tempura. Dressed in his chef’s uniform, Myles greeted Sage politely, “I heard that you’re here so I thought to come to say hello.”
“You don’t have to be this formal around me,” Sage said, “I’ve told you so many times.”
With a face full of smiles, Myles replied, “I still ought to be polite to you. You’re my senior after all.” Yoel dropped his chopsticks. His mouth fell open, as he stared at Myles. Myles looked to be in his forties. “What did you say? She’s your senior?” “Yeah.’ Putting down the plate of tempura on the table, Myles added, “Sage is my grandfather’s pupil and my father’s junior. Of course, she would be my senior, right, Sage?”
Sage smiled lovingly at him. “Yeah.”
Yoel was speechless.
What did he just witness?
Yoel still thought that Sage and Myles were still playing a joke on him. Looking at Myles, Yoel asked, “Chef Damian, I thought that there was a rule in your family that only allowed men to apprentice.”
“You’re right, but there’s always an exception.”
Looking at Sage with admiration, Myles explained, “Sage was the exception. I remembered that my grandfather had said that my father was unfit to take his place, and he had wanted Sage to be the thirteenth successor, but Sage had declined. Later, she helped my father, and she made sure that he was able to inherit the title. She had also personally taught me, and it was she who got me to where I am today. But I’m not as talented as Sage.”
Sage replied, “Don’t underestimate yourself, Myles. You’re doing great, and I’m sure that your grandfather would be proud of you.”
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