The Chef (21)

I got to the right place, and it was a cozy restaurant, small but very pretty in its facade. It had the image of a kitchen knife next to a shiny word called Richie’s.

It was a beautiful place and entering, and I saw how all the empty tables gave a feeling of space. A bossa-nova sounded in the distance while Richard looked at me from the bar. His chef’s uniform fit him as well as ever, and looking at me calmly, he smiled. He did not say anything. Only with his hand, he indicated the tables urging me to take one.

I walked up to where he was and sitting at the bar, and I said, “I will eat here! I want to see the chef work! “

He smiled at my request and calmly walked to the other side, and taking the ingredients with a soul, and he began to prepare the food. He cut and prepared the cuts with delicacy, and while he looked at me, he said, “How is the agency?”

I looked at him directly and calmly said, “I do not know! Goo