Chapter 11 · free to read
Twelve courses, three dietary walls, no repetition of a single technique, for a group that owns four hundred hotels. Eight hours' notice.
Fail it, and the deal that makes his empire permanent goes elsewhere. Twelve plates and I could take four hundred hotels away from him before lunch.
Eight hours. He was, for the first time since he was fourteen, cooking with nothing behind it at all — and it was the best he had cooked in his life.
They stayed four hours. The deal was signed in principle before the ninth course, which the visiting director described as the finest thing he had eaten in Asia.
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