Marco opened his mouth with anticipation.
“Oh, the na of this street is Venice? Doesn’t it appear in a famous play involving a Venice rchant? I didn’t know I would really co here.”
“I’m sorry to correct you, but that’s Venice in Italy. This is Venice in Los Angeles. It’s another place.”
“Oh, really?”
“But it’s probably better here. Especially when you visit this bakery, you’ll see why this is the best Venice.”
“Man, I’m so nervous as you say it like that.”
Marco looked out the window, laughing like a boy. They didn’t drive long.
Soon, they arrived at the bakery Min-joon referred to. Min-joon got out of the car first and entered the bakery. Then he looked around and headed to Lisa at the counter.
“Where is Ella?”
“Are you looking for Ella, not bread, here?”
“Of course I am here for bread. But I want to see Ella.”
“Sorry, but she already went to the kindergarten. I read an article about Kaya in the newspaper. Sothing happened to her?”
“Yeah, I know. I want to live quietly, but it’s very hard.”
“But it wasn’t that bad. She braved it out proudly even before the stalker’s threatening behavior. Besides, as her boyfriend, you didn’t forget to behave politely in front of reporters even in such an urgent situation. It seems you must have been very nice to them. All good stories about you.”
“Really?” he looked at the caraman with a broad smile.
The caraman lifted his thumb up. At that mont, Lisa turned her eyes at Marco.
Min-joon opened his mouth in a hurry.
“Oh, this is my friend. He is very talented at baking. So, I would like to have him taste your bread.”
“Are you sure that’s your original purpose?” Asked Lisa.
“To be honest, I’m going to ask you to give him a job offer. You said you need a hand right? Marco is really good. I guarantee that.”
And his system window also vouched for his cooking talent.
Marco’s baking level was 7. Min-joon glanced at Marco then he closed and opened his eyes.
‘… Uh?’
[Marco Denver]
Cooking Level: 6
Baking Level: 8
Gastronomic Level: 8
Decoration Level: 7
Marco’s overall level was up. In particular, his baking level was 8 now.
What happened in the anti? Marco looked at him with a puzzled expression.
“Why are you looking at like that, Min-joon?”
“Oh, I was thinking about sothing for a second. But Marco, can I ask you sothing?”
“Of course. What is it?”
“When you could not co up with your own recipe at the New York bakery, what were you doing?”
“Well, I checked the condition of dough or oven temperature. In fact, I worked like his assistant. Of course, I know that assisting is important…”
“I guess it was different from the contract that you signed. I understand. So, the owner who ca up with his own recipe was good at making bread?”
“I can’t say he is poor at making bread. Though he abused my na, custors liked his bread after all.”
“Well, such bread is not good,” Lisa cut in suddenly while they were talking.
Marco looked at Lisa for a mont with an embarrassed expression.
Lisa put a sandwich made of Ciabatta in front of them. It was a sandwich with cheese, avocado cream, lettuce and tomato, and slices of smoked turkey chicken breast.
‘The cooking score is 9!’
It was a simple dish, but was it because the bread itself was good? The score was also very good. Min-joon glanced at Lisa and said, “But we haven’t yet paid or ordered yet.”
“Don’t ntion it. That’s on since you have been so nice to Ella. But don’t co here every day, hahaha,” Lisa said with a slight smile.
With a broad smile, Min-joon bit the Ciabatta sandwich. And at that mont, he put on a happy face. Compared with rice, he could taste the sticky texture of the bread in every grain.
‘Wow, she is making bread so well just like how Jack’s daughter should.’
In fact, Lisa watched her father making bread and learned baking skills from him for more than 30 years. Accordingly, it would be very difficult for Marco to overtake her skills overnight.
Like Min-joon, Marco could feel it more clearly. He opened his eyes wide, and both of his hands that were holding the sandwich trembled since he was overwheld.
“Did you make it yourself?”
“Of course I did. Do you think I use any instant bread?”
“Oops! I think I asked you a stupid question.”
Smiling awkwardly, Marco scratched his head. Lisa smiled then glanced at Marco’s hands.
So people think a baker’s hands might be soft as they touch a soft dough, but that was not true. The dough sotis hits one’s hand like a whip, and eczema often occurred because a baker often soaked his hands in hot or cold water from ti to ti.
‘It looks like you worked hard with your hands. I see the swells on your hands didn’t subside yet. And your palms looked hard like a bark.’
Of course, Lisa expected such hands because he was the man Min-joon introduced. She knew Min-joon would not bring a baker who was not competent or tenacious enough.
Although she t Min-joon only a few months ago, Lisa trusted him. He was a great chef and a nice guy. Was it because of that? Lisa already began to have high expectations and trust of Marco just because Min-joon brought him here.
Lisa asked in a calm voice, “Where did you learn how to make bread?”
“Pardon?”
“I an making bread. Did you go to any baking school?”
“No, I didn’t. I’ve worked in a restaurant a little, and I made it by myself as a hobby… That’s how I learned it.”
“It must have been hard for you. Making dough is really difficult unless soone teaches you properly.”
Marco lowered his head as if he was embarrassed.
Lisa glanced at the counter and the sandwich in Marco’s hand then stood up.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your al. Would you like to co into the kitchen when you’re done? I’d love to check your skills.”
“Oh, I’ve co here to eat rather than to look for a job…”
“Thanks, Lisa. Let send him to the kitchen a little later,” said Min-joon, stopping Marco who was trying to say sothing.
Lisa headed to the counter, and Marco looked at Min-joon with a sullen expression.
“I haven’t made up my mind yet.”
“Do you think you can make up your mind if you are doing nothing like that?”
“Maybe you’re right.”
“Sotis you need soone like to push you hard, right?”
“I know, man. But you are about to throw , not just push !”
“Don’t worry, I’m not strong enough to throw you.”
“That’s not what I an, dude.”
Marco finally burst into laughter at his silly talking.
Min-joon looked back at Kaya and said, “Kaya, why are you so silent? If Marco lands a job here…”
“Let tell you later. I’m busy now,” Kaya replied, looking into her smartphone.
Min-joon turned his head toward her then sighed.
“Are you reading the readers’ comnts about your article again?”
“It’s my first ti reading them today?”
“What’s it about this ti? Stalker case?”
“The video clip in question was uploaded. It’s already 8 million views. It’s going to hit over 10 million views today.”
“Oh, really? I’m curious too. Show .”
Marco reached out with his eyes sparkling.
Kaya replied with a calm voice, “Look at your smartphone..”
“Oh, sure,” said Marco.
He then picked up his smartphone with a sullen look. Shortly afterward, his face turned white.
He stuttered, pointing his finger at the screen, “No way! Did you kick his crotch?”
“Well, there is no better spot than that as your best defense against a stalker.”
“No, it’s not self-defense, it’s a murder technique.”
Even when he was talking with a trembling voice, Kaya shrugged it off as if it wasn’t a big deal. Marco sat down a bit away from her and checked the comnts.
Yuki Noriyama: The stalker’s life is over. To be precise, I an his life as a man.
└ Unexpected Troll: Silent prayer to his balls.
Sia Potlan: What the heck?! How co can a woman chef fight so well? It looks like Kaya fights better than the female martial arts champion.
└ Daniel Watson: After all, she has had a tough ti in the market. Think about it. Anyti you go to the market, you can see soone fighting, right? Kaya spent her childhood there. I guess she is sick and tired of seeing such fights.
└ Caroline Bottura: @Daniel Watson That’s why she ripped her schoolmate’s chin. What a bad girl!
└ Daniel Watson: @Caroline Bottura Well, wasn’t it both parties’ fault? Was she Tess? I heard she was bullied because she tried to harass Kaya. In the end, she brought trouble to herself. So, I don’t think it’s fair to bla Kaya alone for that.
David Gordon: I guess Min-joon is going to be on a very short leash when he is married to her.
└ Kaya Jo: I agree.
└ David Gordon: @Kaya Jo I like your nickna. lol
└ Kaya Jo: @David Gordon Really? My boyfriend doesn’t like it.
└ David Gordon: @Kaya Jo What’s your boyfriend’s na?
└ Kaya Jo: @David Gordon That’s a secret.
While reading the comnts, Marco looked at Kaya for a mont. She was typing sothing with an incredibly enthusiastic expression.
‘Oh, no way.’
“Marco, how about the bread here?”
“No, I didn’t think about that.”
“What? Hey, listen. What about the bread here?”
“Ah, bread. You asked about the bread.”
When Min-joon looked at him strangely, Marco laughed awkwardly and rolled his eyes.
Then he looked down at the sandwich in his hand with a nervous expression.
He took another bite. Its chewy texture tasted so fresh that he couldn’t compare it with normal Ciabatta.
‘Great! How did she knead the dough?’
As a matter of fact, Marco felt he was not confident of knowing what to do if he was asked to make this kind of Ciabatta sandwich. That was why he always felt baking was difficult. Everything depended on the dough, but no matter how much he ate bread, it was difficult for him to figure out how the dough was kneaded.
Marco said in a low voice, “It’s great. It’s hard enough for to catch up with her skill.”
“Don’t you wanna learn here? I think it will be a very good opportunity for you to learn baking skills here.”
“I agree, but…”
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