The Wife He Forgot to Marry (Winona and Yule) novel Chapter 548

The meat was then meticulously minced, seasoned, and beaten until it reached the perfect bouncy texture. After that, the chef had to carefully stuff all the meat back into the hollow, perfectly preserved fish skin, reshaping it to look exactly like a whole fish before slowly pan-frying it over a low flame.

Just the deboning, skinning, and stuffing process took nearly an hour of pure concentration.

The two technicians, who were from Giltburg City, were trying this Riverton specialty for the first time and were absolutely blown away.

When they heard how agonizingly complex the preparation was, they profusely praised the chef's dedication.

Winona knew that this specific restaurant strictly limited this dish to three orders a day. The owner must have pulled strings to get the chef to make an exception for her. She made a mental note to thank him properly later.

Meanwhile, Sylvan and Giselle had finished their meal.

Sylvan marched up to the front desk and snapped at the manager, "I want to speak to your boss."

The manager stayed perfectly polite. "How can I help you, Mr. Scully?"

"Every time I come here, I order the Stuffed Fish Ballotine for my daughter. Why did your chef flat-out refuse to make it this time?"

The manager looked into it quickly and found the answer. He realized the chef was busy preparing it for a VIP guest in another private room, which meant he didn't have the time to accommodate Sylvan.

He offered a professional apology. "Mr. Scully, I believe you placed your order just a moment too late. Another guest had already reserved the dish. We only have one chef qualified to prepare it, and he strictly limits it to three times a day. It's a hard rule of the house, and I hope you can understand."

Sylvan let out a loud, mocking scoff. "With the kind of relationship I have with your boss, he should have personally ordered the chef to prioritize my table, not someone else's. Get him out here right now. I want answers."

Giselle stood behind him, thoroughly enjoying the show.

She knew his 'protective father' routine was entirely manufactured for his public image, but she still loved watching him throw his weight around for her.

She put a gentle hand on his arm, playing the sweet daughter. "Dad, let it go. It's fine. We can always just order it next time."

Sylvan puffed his chest out. "Absolutely not! I will never let my daughter suffer any grievances, no matter how small!"

Winona happened to be walking out of her private room right at that moment. Hearing his dramatic declaration, she couldn't help but let out a cynical smirk.

His son had come home bragging about how the senior researchers took amazing care of him—especially Winona, who had been incredibly supportive and patient with him.

Since the lab was right down the street, Mr. Zeller made it his personal mission to treat any lab members like royalty whenever they brought clients in.

When it came to his son's future, the man took absolutely no chances.

As for Sylvan? Sure, he was a CEO, but they weren't close. Mr. Zeller was happy to take his money, but he wasn't about to roll out the red carpet for him.

Winona gave a warm, soft smile. "Thank you so much for today, Mr. Zeller. I was only planning on ordering a few simple dishes, but you went out of your way to prepare such an exquisite spread. My friends and I had a wonderful time."

The owner beamed. "It is my absolute privilege to have you dine here! There's no need to thank me at all."

Winona thanked him one last time before leading the two technicians out the door.

Sylvan stood there, his face a mask of utter humiliation.