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"Boy! Make 3 more Rush Noodles! Don't even stop for a second or you will be fired!"

"I got it, Chef. 3 Rush Noodles are ready. What's next?"

"2 Hell Noodles with Char Siu topping. Give extra spring onions!"

"Alright."

The kitchen was in chaos. Chef Rush and Max moved to prepare dishes without stopping. Sweat dripped down his forehead from the heat, forcing him to stop every now and then to wipe it clean before continuing to serve the customers.

There was no end to the rush. Even after an hour passed, there was no sign of stopping. Most customers took a takeaway because the place was full, but that only contributed to more chaos in the kitchen.

A few hours of cooking without rest was… insane. 11K people who watched the livestream were amazed.

— So this is the kitchen?

— The Chef is yelling every time. It's so scary. It's amazing that Breeze hasn't fallen yet.

— They move so fast without stopping. It's been 2 hours since they started cooking and it doesn't look like they will stop soon.

— Is something like this normal?

— No, this is worse than rush hour. I work in the kitchen and never see a customer lining up like that. Even if they make simple dishes, it's so exhausting.

— And yet, they don't forget the sanitary. Respect for both, especially Breeze

— He's so focused he didn't even look at the chat. This is the proof. Breeze can't cook! He won't respond.

— True lol. Rather, he has no time to respond to us.

The work was too much for even Max, and it became hard for his body. He probably couldn't continue tomorrow.

'Please make it stop!' He desperately wished in his mind.

That wish came pretty quickly as Chef Rush walked to the window.

"Kevin, get more ingredients from the store. We're sold out. Tell the customers outside to either wait for 20 minutes or they can return after lunch. As for the orders that were already coming, we can finish them. Please wait a little."

"Yes, Chef!"

Kevin ran out of the restaurant immediately, and all responsibility for serving the customers fell to Anna. It became busier as lunch approached. They closed the restaurant for a while for extra preparation.

The line outside was still too long, so Chef Rush decided to stop taking new customers and tell Kevin to stop them by putting on a sign that they had sold out. Max also announced it in his livestream as he rested and got a nice cold drink.

"Please stop coming for today, guys. If you want to try the noodles, you can do it tomorrow. I am dead, and Chef Rush is tired. Look, he's even sweating when he usually is not. You see how hard today is."

— Suffering from success…

— So only people lining up outside will be served? Damn, I am late because I had breakfast.

— … You actually eat breakfast first?

— Poor people who line up outside… They must be under a hot sun. Why is the restaurant doing nothing?

— Shut your trap. I am now lining up outside and they gave us cold drinks for free. The restaurant takes care of us enough to the point they resupply to serve us!

— Yeah, the cold drink is nice. I am willing to line up just to try the noodles. I am salivating, dude

"Thanks for the clarification, guys." Max chuckled and pulled his mask down as he looked at the camera. "Yeah, Chef Rush is someone who cares about his customers a lot. While he looks scary, he's actually kind inside. He was someone who helped me from nothing until I became like this today."

— Good guy then

— Respect to Chef Rush o7

— o7 respect

— That big man has a big heart o7

— Sad I can't come today, but I will come tomorrow. Will there be a limit?

"Limit?" Max hummed, "I don't know. I will ask later when the restaurant closes."

After saying that, he stood up and headed to a fridge to get something light to eat. There was an apple and he ate it. Chef Rush allowed him to take anything from this particular fridge outside the kitchen.

Then, he headed to the kitchen once again and helped with the last preparation. Preparing everything for lunch was hard work with a different meaning than serving customers. It required a lot of cutting and washing vegetables.

Max felt like his arms would fall off if this went any longer.

And yet, the suffering continued. Lunch had arrived and the restaurant opened once again. Outside, 70 hungry people were waiting for their order.

Moving his arms and legs faster than before, he made their orders without making any mistakes. He could make one order as fast as Chef Rush, which was an improvement compared to the start. One dish every 2 minutes. And he had to make 5 dishes simultaneously so the customers wouldn't wait long.

Speed was the key. But focus was also required.

— I am fast AF, boy!

— Damn, this looks like an action movie. Is cooking always this exaggerated?

— Yeah, no. Usually, the kitchen job is a bit chill, with only one or two orders coming every 10 minutes. This is Hell

— Hell's Kitchen. Thankfully, our Breeze isn't an idiot sandwich

— True true, he's a true kitchen warrior. But I am curious why he suddenly does a cook livestream like this

— Maybe a change of pace? But yeah, you're right. He can always cook in his home. Why become a real chef in a restaurant?

Many viewers began to wonder about Max's reason for apprenticing himself to Chef Rush and cooking in the restaurant.

Some viewers began to reason with themselves and guessed it.

— Maybe he wanted to help Chef Rush? Like… look at the customers. Even I want to eat the noodles after seeing this stream

— Ah, a promotion? Maybe that's the case.

That was only partly correct. The Bamboo TV event hadn't been announced yet. It would only be posted on their official account tomorrow night.

But Max couldn't answer that. He had no time to.

"Last order, boy. 3 Hell Noodles, take away."

"It's done, Chef! I just need to plate it!"

After putting everything in a container, he made sure the lid wouldn't come loose and spill the packeted broth inside. Finishing the last order, he put them on the window and heaved a sigh of relief.

"It's done!"

— Nice!

— Congratulations!

— You did it. The first day is over!

A satisfaction washed over him as he turned to Chef Rush. The large man nodded firmly and gave him a thumbs up.

"Good job."

— Oooh!

— The chef recognized him! MAAAANNN

— He's a man. Caesar? Naah, Chef Rush is the real man

— Hutch or Caesar can't be compared. This… Guys, we need to strive and become Chef Rush!

— I ate my noodles, that was fire! I will become a regular

— Kuh! This can't be. I will return tomorrow!

Everyone cheered in the chat. Max smiled when he saw the positive comment. He was glad this place was more recognized.

'Now I just have to do my best tomorrow too.' He thought, putting his hands on his hips. 'Well, rest comes first. I am so freaking tired.'

The job wasn't over yet with that. He helped to tidy up the restaurant before going home to prepare for the next day.