Señor Mastache’s words did not make Yanis angry, but the middleman, who happened to be returning from the bathroom, was taken aback, followed by a look of disappointment on his face. “It looks like there will be no contract.”
-Mr. Mastache, when you made your request, I already knew it would be impossible to fulfill it. But still, I wanted to show my sincerity with the noodles I made, and tell you that his wife remains in your heart forever, regardless of death…-Yanis stopped talking, and suddenly smiled at having remembered his crush.
-The happiness that has existed between you will last,” she added.
Poor her, never having received an answer from that lover.
Mr. Mastache looked at her, moving his lips, but no words came out.
-It has been an honor to witness your wife’s recipe. Now I must leave, as my father is still in the hospital waiting to be attended to. Fare you well,” said Yanis. Then he stood up and took Brisa’s hand to leave together.
Brisa, disappointed beyond measure, was moving forward with Yanis when she heard Señor Mastache’s call.
-One moment, please.
-Mr. Mastache, is there anything else,” asked Yanis after a moment’s pause.
-What do you think of ten thousand euros a year?
-Yanis could not believe his ears.
Although you don’t meet the rent-free condition, I can reduce the rent to ten thousand euros a year for you. Family price, is that okay with you?
-Sir, what are you…” Yanis held his breath.
-You are the first person who can understand my feelings for my wife; all the chefs who have come to negotiate with me have only wanted to show off their culinary skills in front of me, or simply wanted to accept the challenge.
Only Mr. Mastache himself knew: his wife had died and there could never be another person in the world who could produce the same taste for him, because his wife was unique in his heart.
However, Yanis was resourceful and creative, creating for him a taste of love of his own, bitter and sweet. The bitterness brought a faint sweetness to the tongue at the same time. It was like the sweetness he felt every endless night when he thought bitterly of his wife and remembered her smile.
-So the rent is ten thousand euros a year, and I hope you can restore this store to its glory so that both my wife and I will be very happy.
*
After leaving the Mastache family villa, Brisa felt like she was dreaming.
-This is unbelievable! Yanis, you are the smartest girl in the world!
-Yes, I said so too. But I didn’t expect Miss Saenz to be so great!” the intermediary also echoed instantly.
-It’s not really because of my intelligence, but because of my sensitivity.
When he finished these words, she began to remember what had happened. After the agreement was reached, Mr. Mastache did not take his eyes off Yanis, while she waited silently for him to speak. However, she was quite puzzled by what he had said: Miss Saenz, if you find your better half, be sure to treasure her. “Why all of a suddenMr. Mastache told me this?”
-What a thrill! We will tell your father this good news when we see him. The next step is to make preparations for the inauguration, since the decorations are ready. The first thing will be to choose a lucky date.
-Okay,” nodded Yanis. “Forget it, it’s better not to think too much.”
-By the way, don’t forget to invite your friend to the opening. It’s all because of her help. -Brisa was very happy.
Yanis knew that the friend referred by her mother was Alice, but she hadn’t had any contact with her since after she left the company because of her escapist mentality, so she had no idea of Alice’s status. But now considering that she had decided to forget that man, she had to face everything necessary, impossible to avoid.
-All right, I’ll call her tonight to let her know.
Mr. Mastache was still seated, staring at the bowl of dumplings, the taste of which was the most horrible thing. It was exceptionally bitter in his mouth. But he could not help tasting it again and again, for the sweetness that would come after the bitterness was gone.
After a few moments, something suddenly occurred to him, so he smiled with relief, then took out his cell phone and called, saying, -You have a good eye, indeed she is a great girl, with a good attitude and an open and active mind.
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment and asked,
-Is it all agreed?
-Yes,” nodded Mr. Mastache. He laughed out loud sharply and said.
-It’s been so many years since we’ve seen each other, I didn’t think you would come to me for a woman…” The other man did not want to continue the conversation.
The other man did not want to continue the conversation and excused himself, saying, “I have a meeting in five minutes.
-Five minutes is enough to tell me how you met. Mr. Mastache insisted.
-First, tell me how you passed your test.
Hearing this, Miguel Mastache looked down and took another bite, assimilating the taste on his tongue carefully. Then he said,
-She reminds me of my wife.
-How?” The other party exclaimed in surprise.
-Don’t get me wrong. Rather, it was the noodles she made that remind me of my wife,” Miguel smiled slightly. The girl is quite nice, so if you really like her, you should take the opportunity and appreciate her anyway.