Sara"s next stop was at Delight. She was relieved to have easily pa.s.sed through without the doormen giving her trouble like the last time. Maybe because they weren"t the same people she had met the last time or because she was dressed better unlike the last time.
She had more confidence this time. Even though she wore knockoffs, her confidence outshone it as she strode in.
"h.e.l.lo" She smiled at the girl on the counter. She noticed that this wasn"t the same girl she had met the other time and couldn"t help wondering the number of employees Delight actually had.
The young lady who was probably in her mid twenties, was dressed formally in a white s.h.i.+rt- which was the only thing Sara could see.
The lady was pleasantly surprised to have someone greet her so warmly. The people who came here were mostly the RAP (Rich, Arrogant and Proud) in the country. They couldn"t even spare a second to greet someone like her even if they wanted to.
She smiled back at Sara. "h.e.l.lo Miss. May I help you?"
Sara returned her smile with a warmer one. "I am here for the Head Chef, Mr Park." She said confidently. She didn"t know what she was doing right now but she hoped it worked out.
"Is he expecting you?" She asked politely.
"Just let him know Jianjun w.a.n.g"s daughter is here to see him."
"Just a moment" She said before using the telephone. "Oh. I"m sorry. Mr Park is not available at the moment" She said to Sara.
"Can I know when he will be available?" Sara asked.
"Sorry. I don"t know. But you could place a call across to him."
Now, things were no longer looking smooth for Sara.
"I really wanted to surprise him. It has been years since we last saw each other. Calling him beforehand would ruin the surprise don"t you think?" She flashed her a charming smile.
When she got outside, She sighed in resignation. She couldn"t believe that her trip here wasn"t successful at all. She thought back to the meal she had taken home from here last Wednesday. No wonder it tasted familiar. It made sense. She sighed deeply and only succeeded in taking about two steps when she accidentally b.u.mped into the very person she had been waiting for.
She looked at the middle aged man, dressed in plain white trousers and s.h.i.+rt, with grey hair sprinkled all over his once-black hair. He had dropped some books accidentally so she crouched down to pick it up and apologized repeatedly.
She heard him laugh a little. "I must be so old my vision is getting worse" He said with a smile as he took the books from her. "My dear. I really apologize. It"s not right for you young lads to always take the blame just because you are younger"
Sara noted that the books were all cookbooks. She observed the Man"s attire again. "What if this was Mr Park? When she heard her Father speak with him on the phone, he had sounded really formal. It meant he was older than him right?" Then, she decided to try her luck. "Mis...ter Park?" She unsurely asked.
He gave her a questioning look before he asked "Who are you?"
Sara could not contain her Joy when she heard him. Today wasn"t wasteful after all. Now, she only had to put in a few acting skills.
She smiled excitedly. "I am w.a.n.g Sara. w.a.n.g Jianjun"s daughter"
His eyes shone when be heard her. "Oh my. Oh my. You are his daughter?" He asked happily as he used his free hand to pull her closer in a short hug. "He said he was going to bring you to greet me. I guess he couldn"t make it. Did he send you here?"
Sara smiled and nodded. He was indeed making things easier for her.
Even after sitting inside, he couldn"t still stop his smile.
"I am glad to finally meet you. He has said so much nice things about you" She remembered to add a compliment.
Mr Park grinned widely. "Really? What did he say?"
Sara was caught off guard. Wasn"t he supposed to just leave it at that? Everyone loves being complimented no matter their age. She concluded.
"He said... you are a nice man...and a great cook" She didn"t forget to add. It wasn"t far from the truth anyway.
He laughed excitedly and waved a hand. "I"m sure he is a better cook than I am. I only learned a fraction from his parents. He stayed with them for years and also has their genes so he should be a genius." He modestly replied.
Sara played along and smiled with him. He was really making things easier for her. "You seem to know my grandparents well"
"Of course,Your father must have told you about it. I was your grandfather"s apprentice."
Sara became alert. This was the point of no return. She was going to completely dig in. "He mentioned it. But not much. How did it feel being an apprentice, now that you are such a great chef?" She had to pride his ego for him to keep talking. And it worked. He looked at his watch with a smile on his face. "I still have about 30mins" He noted.
Weiyoung slowly waltzed around her sitting room as she hummed a song. She looked at the young lady, who was standing by her door with a stoic expression. Weiyoung had adamantly left her parents house for hers. And her mother, wanting to make sure Weiyoung was safe and stopped drinking too much wine, had sent Joanna to take good care of her.
"Everywhere is quiet. Everywhere is too quiet" Weiyoung said to no one in particular as she sat down on the sofa with her legs crossed.
She looked at her scattered phone on the floor and wondered when she was going to get out of the habit of heaving her phone to the wall. She thought Jinyong was going to do something. But everywhere was so dead quiet. Joanna had even informed her that Jinyong hadn"t visited his parent"s house as she had expected. "He was supposed to spill everything out about Sara to Aida. So she would help us take care of Sara". But he was doing absolutely nothing, which irked her. "How is it going online?"
"People are still talking about you and Mr Mo but the heat has reduced" Joanna informed.
Weiyoung scoffed. "I guess we should make a little noise then"
Joanna knew instantly, what Weiyoung meant and took out her phone to make a call.