Genevieve watched as Johanna took some spaghetti. She was so startled that she wanted to say, “Don't eat it,” when Johanna had already put it in her mouth. Her expression visibly changed.
Genevieve quickly grabbed a tissue and handed it over.
Perhaps feeling it would be inappropriate to spit it out, Johanna swallowed the mouthful of spaghetti, then silently picked up her juice and started drinking.
After putting down her glass, Johanna said, “This chef's spaghetti... it's truly an acquired taste.”
“Perhaps the head chef was too busy, so he let his apprentice cook the spaghetti.” Genevieve glanced at Timothy, suppressing a laugh as he said, “I bet this apprentice of the head chef thinks that the seasonings are free, so he added a lot during the cooking.”
Even Timothy, as naive as he was, understood everything when Genevieve looked at him and said those words.
He was somewhat unconvinced. Hey, the spaghetti and side dishes were all prepared by the chef. I added the seasonings in the right order, and the spaghetti looks so delicious. How could it possibly not taste good?
Timothy took a bite of the spaghetti, only to find the flavor too overpowering. It took him several seconds to force himself to swallow it.
Genevieve almost burst into laughter. She deliberately asked Timothy, “Mr. Jensen, aren't you quite picky about your food? You've been to all the gourmet restaurants in Jadeborough. What do you think of this spaghetti?”
“It tastes awful,” Timothy said without changing his expression, “But I think that apprentice just needs more practice.”
Genevieve had never seen someone so adept at making excuses for their own mistake.
After she finished laughing, she hinted, “I think some people are not cut out for doing kitchen work, they might as well stick to what they're good at.”
“I don't agree,” Timothy said defiantly, “No one is born suited for anything. Practice makes perfect. As long as one is willing to spend time, even moving mountains can be achieved.”
She interjected again, “I know there's an idiom that fits perfectly with what my godfather said, it's called 'foolish something'...”
“The Foolish Old Man Moving the Mountains,” Lucian added for her.
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