How Could I Possibly Be Jealous?

Over the next few days, Yaen's life became considerably more comfortable. He moved into the most luxurious room in the Sea Restaurant Baratie, and every meal was prepared by Sanji with all his heart, striving to show his growth to Yaen, his benefactor.

As for Reiju, she temporarily became Yaen's personal musician, performing various moving pieces for him.

This kind of treatment... Let alone the other customers who came to dine at the Sea Restaurant Baratie, even Zeff, the owner and head chef of the Sea Restaurant Baratie, began to feel jealous.

After all, although Zeff had never made any concrete promises to Sanji and Reiju, after spending so many years together, he had undoubtedly come to regard them as something like his adopted son and daughter.

Now, Sanji, who had never shown Zeff much kindness, was being exceptionally attentive to someone other than a woman for the first time. Reiju, whom Zeff regarded almost like an adopted daughter, was giving that man all sorts of special treatment.

"Damn it!"

Zeff gripped the spatula in his hand fiercely and spoke indignantly.

"Even if that man is the benefactor Reiju and Sanji mentioned before, this has already seriously affected Baratie's normal operations. Besides, Reiju hasn't performed in the restaurant for several days, and that man hasn't paid his bill either. We have to find a way to drive him out."

A burly chef who was peeking from afar at the door of the room where Yaen was staying with Zeff asked uncertainly, "Boss, you're not just jealous, are you?"

"What are you talking about? How could I possibly be jealous over something so meaningless? Besides, Sanji has been busy almost all day preparing food for that man, seriously affecting the kitchen's schedule and Baratie's reputation. As Baratie's owner, I'm merely defending