Chapter 261

Jim nodded his head woefully and answered with determination. “Yes! I won’t!” Such a
good, young lad. Sage smiled gently and imparted some advice. Jim quickly caught back up to his
routine and started cooking again. Myles was nervous for Jim initially, but he was at ease again. She’s
much more patient when it comes to guiding Jim. The dining area was just as busy as the kitchen. Most
of these female designers were single, and when they had fun, they went all out. After mixing various
liquors, wine, and beer, they started singing. “Let ourselves be free, let us run wild, we will sing our joy
with wine, we only live this once…” Sage sat at the end of the table, snacking on peanuts. She watched
them let loose as they sang louder and louder.

A moment later, someone walked into the restaurant. Yoel raised his eyes as he walked toward the
center.

“Wow, the place looks wild today.” One of the designers, Emmer, sang passionately on the chair. As
she turned back, she nearly fell down. She was drunk and thought that Yoel was Prince Charming. She
held out her hand and cried, “Prince Charming, please don’t go!” Yoel froze. “Pfft!”

Everyone broke into laughter as they saw the scene. Sage could not stop herself from chuckling either.
Yoel walked toward Sage, bypassing the round table. He cleverly asked the restaurant staff to add a
chair and a set of cutlery. He then sat himself down next to Sage. “Why didn’t you invite me to your
celebratory dinner?” Sage looked at him hazily. “What has this got to do with you?”



“Aren’t we good friends?” Yoel acted offended as if Sage was in the wrong.

Sage did not bother to banter. Yoel had always been thick-skinned.

Being the foodie he was, Yoel started eating once he sat down. He placed a piece of shrimp in his
mouth and questioned, “This isn’t your cooking, and it’s not by Myles either. Did you get a new chef?



Sage glared at him. “Yes, sharp tongue.

Yoel smiled brightly and bared all his teeth. “Of course!”

He twirled some pasta on his fork and put it in his mouth, Yoel’s brows furrowed as he took a sip of
water.

“This is a little burnt…”

: “Just eat your food and stop criticizing.”

Sage already knew that it was burnt. She had already sent it back to the kitchen. Sage would not allow
Yoel to criticize her own disciples.

Yoel removed the pasta dish from his sight with a disgusted expression. A fresh plate of pasta was
placed in front of him almost instantly. He was stunned for a bit, and he looked up. A pair of cold eyes
stared at him, gleaming. Jim took away the poorly cooked pasta and replaced it with a new plate. He
pushed it toward Sage and broke into a smile.

“Miss Sage, can you please try this again?” Yoel stared at Jim. Where did that young lad come from?


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