the chef from the middle kingdom

In this workplace, only one of my colleagues is a fellow Singaporean--part-timer S. The chefs, waiters and waitresses are from China, Nepal and the Philippines. Not forgetting the German Manager D and Chef C.



There are three Chinese chefs in the kitchen. One of them is 48-year-old Chef L mentioned in the previous post.



Chef L looks fierce at first sight, probably because of his tanned complexion and small eyes. But he has this mischievious glint in his eyes whenever he smiles. So far, he's the friendliest to me in the kitchen, and does little things which are actually quite sweet.



On Wed, when things were slow, he suddenly asked me to make him a cappuccino. I happily agreed, seeing this as a chance to practise my yet-to-be-mastered milk foaming skill.



As I skipped over to the coffee machine, he laughed and said: "I'm just giving you a chance to practise."



When the cappuccino was done, I asked him how it tasted. His review: "Hmmm.. It's not bad, tastes of coffee, tastes of milk, tastes of cocoa powder, tastes of sugar."



After the mad rush through dinner time, things slowed down a bit and orders for desserts came in.



Hungry me: "wow, the ice-cream looks good!"



Chef L: "This is nice?"



Hungry me: "of cos! ice-cream is always nice!"



Back to the kitchen after bringing the desserts out, he passed me a scoop of chocolate chip ice-cream.



At nine-ish when the rest took a break for dinner, he said: "hey, I saved you a piece of roast pork, eat it with some rice."



Actually he's quite sweet to most waitresses (except for a few whom he doesn't really like), and will always pass on some food, or help to bring the heavy food trays out to the elevators.



If only all ATs can be like him.