Gemotions

The critic’s words stung, naturally. But Chef Jian knew it was because he was doing something different, pushing boundaries. He'd never been one for the ordinary, the safe. He stared at his reflection, admiring the strength in his jawline.

He tossed the review into the waste bin.

He was right, everyone else was wrong. He had his reputation and the truth.

He took another sip of his expensive tea, enjoying the warmth in his stomach. The restaurant was doing better than ever. The lines out the door, the enthusiastic compliments from the actual diners... that was what counted. He ran a hand through his hair, settling back on his chair. He would let the food speak for itself. He knew it would.