ELENA's POV
I walked past Oswin without sparing him a glimpse as I made a beeline to the kitchen.
"Emmet, I am sorry. But can you please make Creamy Mushroom Medley Soup now? I will wait." I asked the chef as I dumped the soiled soup into the grease traps.
"Is there something wrong with the one I just made?" He asked, his brow furrowed, as he turned to see what I was doing.
"I must have put too much pepper in it by accident. So, it is too spicy for our customers. I am sorry about that," I lied, despite knowing that it was Oswin's doing.
"Huh? But you weren't the one deli—"
"I am really sorry, but the customer is waiting. Could you please help me with that?" I interrupted Emmet, bowing my head in an apologetic manner.
"Alright. No worry. We had a couple of orders for that sou
