Chapter 90
Chapter 90:
Normally, it was nearly impossible to experience a meal prepared by him. Reservations had to be made weeks in advance, and he only cooked for those who had earned his personal approval.
He had a reputation for turning away anyone he didn’t personally approve of, making his meals even more coveted.
The moment Monroe spotted Yelena, his excitement lit up the room, and he exclaimed in French, “Yelena! It is you! What a delightful surprise! Why didn’t you let me know you’d be here? I would have whipped up something extra special just for you. I made this new creation just for you when I found out you were here! Please, do try it and tell me what you think p>
With a subtle wave of his hand, Monroe signaled the waiter, who promptly set down an exquisite dish featuring black truffles.
Yelena was renowned for her impeccable taste, making her the perfect person to sample new dishes. If she praised a meal, it was as good as a guarantee that it would be a smash hit. If she didn’t find it up to par, it meant the dish still needed some fine-tuning.
Momentarily taken aback, Yelena quickly gathered herself. In flawless French, she replied, “Mr. Garnier, what a lovely pleasure indeed! It’s been far too long. How have you been faring?” Monroe gave a warm nod, his expression brimming with genuine affection. “I’ve been well, thanks to you. It’s such a joy to see you again p>
The two chatted in French for a while longer, lost in their conversation, before Monroe finally excused himself and took his leave.
Yelena and Monroe’s connection was purely by chance. Some time ago, when Monroe faced a heart issue, he was fortunate to cross paths with Yelena, who played a key role in helping him recover. In gratitude, Monroe cooked for Yelena for two whole months, treating her to his finest specialty dishes. During that time, her palate was refined, shaped by his culinary mastery.
Everyone at the table was stunned, their jaws slightly dropped. They were at a complete loss for words, unsure how to process what they had just witnessed.
F𝓾ll 𝒔𝓽𝑜𝓻𝓎 𝒶𝓋𝓪i𝓁𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓉
If they weren’t mistaken, that was Monroe Garnier, the renowned top chef from France. The Harris family had once paid a small fortune to have him cook for a family gathering, and since then, securing a reservation with him had become almost impossible. Monroe had made it clear he would only cook for his savior, turning down even royal invitations. His principles were unwavering.
These days, he mostly cooked when the mood struck him, creating new dishes at his restaurant or teaching his students. The opportunity to actually taste one of his creations was a rare privilege few could claim.
But now, it seemed he had personally prepared a dish for Yelena. Did they know each other? And was Yelena speaking French? She had just conversed with Monroe effortlessly as if it were her native tongue.
Everyone was floored.
French was far from common as a second language in their country. How could Yelena possibly speak so fluently?
Breaking the silence, Bella awkwardly asked, “Yelena, you can speak French? That’s… quite unexpected p>
Yelena glanced at her, her tone calm and composed. “Yes, there’s a lot you don’t know about me p>
She didn’t mention that she was fluent in six languages, a skill she had naturally inherited.
Bella, feeling the sting of Yelena’s retort, flushed with frustration. “It’s our ignorance,” she admitted begrudgingly, her words heavy with embarrassment.
Bernice, unable to hide her desire to one-up Yelena, eyed the black truffle in front of her. “Yelena, that’s black truffle. Black truffle, caviar, and foie gras are considered some of the finest delicacies in the world. Black truffles are especially rare. You’ve probably never had the chance to try them, right? Go ahead and taste it p>