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The Chef Who Refused to Break

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 426    |    Released on: 19/06/2025

ub Hub' . It smelled of old grease and strong cof

ith a permanent scowl. "You think you're too good

Her reputation was destroyed. No other fine din

heat blasting from the flat-top grill. No refined techniques here. Just sp

rock

used a battered chef' s knife with a chipped handle.

watched a local food blogger rave on a small

inues to astound! Her latest creation, a fusion

n a concept Sarah had sketched in her old CI

ique with a particular spice. It was a specific method Sarah had been practicing, trying

h, sharp and clear th

sn't random. It was li

be some kind of mimic. Brittany could only advance if Sarah advanced. If

ed years of ingrained muscle memory, not just a superficial copy? What if Br

re fraudulent, the ones Brittany' s device only skimmed – they were her real strength

up!" Chef Ram

ed a pan. "

just her exile. It wa

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“Sarah Miller was the golden child of the Culinary Institute of America Prime, her perfect knife cuts and innovative dishes earning her an easy path to culinary stardom. Then, out of nowhere, Brittany, the clumsy, struggling student, presented a dish that was not just extraordinary, but impossibly perfect, far beyond her capabilities. My own critically acclaimed duck was overshadowed, then my skills mysteriously vanished, causing me to fumble even the simplest techniques. Dean Antoine, my mentor, publicly accused me of fraud, expelling me from the prestigious CIAP in front of baffled critics. I was left broken, my career ruined, cleaning grease traps in a rundown diner, while Brittany became a national sensation. How could her sudden genius be so flawless, so familiar, borrowing my very ideas before I could even develop them? Was I going crazy, or was this calculated? Then I remembered the tiny, almost invisible blinking device Brittany wore. A cold realization hit me: her "genius" wasn't her own; it was stolen. Whatever it was, it was also actively draining me. They wanted me gone, but they had awakened something far more dangerous: a chef who understood true skill wasn't about flashy tricks, it was about rock-solid fundamentals, and I would master every single one to expose the truth and reclaim my name.”
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