"Hey, Mr. Kaeya, why do you think this outside chef has Old Song doing nothing but washing pans? Did Old Song offend him?" In the kitchen of Guchiyan Mental Hospital, a young cook curiously questioned his colleague. This was his first time seeing such an unusual chef, one who had actually assigned a kitchen assistant exclusively to scrubbing pans.
Scrubbing pans was usually a job for odd-job workers. In a kitchen, such chores generally fell to the servers or whoever had the least seniority, but this outside chef had actually assigned a veteran cook to do it. That really was unusual.
Old Song was a veteran cook with considerable seniority in the kitchen, and he was the oldest of them all. Whenever there was work to do, Old Song would pound his lower back and say he was getting old, then fob it off on the younger workers. Seeing the slippery Old Song obediently washing dishes now made the young man very curious.
"What's so strange about it? Obviously, this chef is trying to keep flavors from carrying over between dishes. It seems his standards are pretty high." The cook chopping vegetables beside the young man spoke without even turning his head. Hearing the head chef's words, the young man immediately quieted down considerably. Although the outside chef had been invited here, he was still an outsider, after all.
The head chef, on the other hand, had always worked at the Mental Hospital. If the young man offended him, he would probably find himself being made miserable at work in the future.
Although the young man had only recently started working, he had already gained some experience of society through its trials and developed his own understanding of such matters. Offending the head chef was taboo in a kitchen, especially