But fortunately, no such things happened. Peter’s chicken tenderloin was almost perfectly roasted. He couldn’t also check the seasoning, but the exterior that got seared was good to see. It wasn’t excessive, and wasn’t lacking. Jo Minjoon opened his eyes.
“Do you want me to give you a plate?”
“…….Thank you.”
“Wait a moment.”
Jo Minjoon brought the plates and placed them on top of the countertop. And wondered for a moment. To place the salad below, or next to the tenderloin. But of course, he didn’t take long. An oriental sauce was already applied in the salad. If he placed it below and the cheese sauce of the chicken got mixed, it was a result he didn’t even want to imagine.
Chloe came in when he had almost done the setting of the salads. She, who was pulling the cart, asked with a perplexed face.