Starting a culinary business is not easy, and the incoming orders quickly overwhelmed Odel. It was all because she was cooking alone.
"Three bloody spaghetti with spicy sauce, and three juices!" Emilio shouted as he read out the customers' orders.
"Oh my gosh! So many! "Can you help me, Emilio?" Odel pleaded.
"Of course!"
Emilio stepped into the kitchen but immediately covered his nose.
"What is this? Are you using garlic, Odel?"
"Yes, it makes the sauce taste better!"
"Disgusting! "Ask Daffin instead!" Emilio exclaimed before dashing out.
"Ah, I forgot he's allergic to garlic!" Odel sighed, convinced that none of her three fiancés would be able to help her.
"Two orders of chopped fingers!" Adrian suddenly entered, sticking a new order sheet onto the counter.
"Adrian! Thank goodness!"
"What's wrong?"
"Can you help me in the kitchen? "Just let the three vampires handle the orders," Odel said.
"But they're busy scaring the customers," Adrian replied with a grin.
