Tell me the truth.
Do we really have to do this?
I want to hear you say it.
You already know what I'm going to say.
So say it.
Say it, now!
This is Seo-yeon.
Nice to meet you, too.
Oh, my!
So say it. Say it, now!
I'm very sorry.
Right.
What are you looking for?
That's in dry storage.
Let me know if you need help. I'll catch you up on everything.
Hang on a sec.
There you go.
I know how it feels to be the new girl.
Who does?
He's not interested in me. He has his eyes on her.
She's sexy and attractive.
And they've known each other forever.
Whereas I'm just...
What?
One moment, please.
-Mrs. Park, what a nice surprise! -Hello, dear.
-Right this way. -All right.
Serving!
You look different.
I let my hair down.
Well, put it back up. This is a kitchen.
Sorry, Chef.
-Got those mushrooms? -I'm sorry, I forgot.
-Grab some caviar while you're at it. -Yes, Chef.
I always set this table aside for you.
Do you?
Chef, your mother just arrived.
No warning as usual!
Start her off with a salad and the pork belly.
Yes, Chef.
Can you keep her company for me?
Table eight, Chef.
Oh, no.
I got an earful for being unprofessional.
I couldn't.
Mrs. Park, I actually had a few ideas for Park Frozen Gourmet...
As you know, one-person households are on the rise and...
I'm sorry, Mrs. Park.
Our sous-chef is still learning the ropes.
Serving!
Yes, Chef!
What do you think you're doing?
You told me to keep your mother company so--
I wasn't asking you.
You're the sous-chef. Stay in your damn station!
And fire me another pork belly and veal for her entrée.
Yes, Chef.
Nice of you to show your face!
I came by to see how your little restaurant is doing.
Hello to you, too.
I guess you're not happy to see me.
Don't you think Joon looks much better in a suit?
This chef's uniform sucks the life out of you!
Joon always looks good no matter what he's wearing.
But you do have a point.
A nice suit and tie would look even more dashing.
I have to get back.
- Let's fire tables four and seven! - Yes, Chef!
Seo-yeon, how's the entrée for my mother?
Sorry, Chef, but there's no ticket.
I verbalized it!
Fire it now!
Do you have anything else I can serve her?
Oh, um,
I have three portions of rotelle that I can make into four.
That's enough. I got this. Just clean that up.
Huh? Oh?
Chef!
Serving!
Sous-chef!
Manager.
Manager!
Would you please find my sous-chef?
-What are you doing? -Door!
Who said you could take a break?
No, I was locked out.
Locked out?
Huh?
Serving! Tables two, six and seven!
Oh, gosh.
Your father would have been happy to see this.
Mom--
I want you to seriously think about the life you've chosen for yourself here.
Because it just seems like a waste of time and money!
Sorry, the door locked behind me...
Close the restaurant.
If the pan's on fire, just cover it. That's all you need to do.
It's my fault, Chef.
I shouldn't have left the burner on. You can take it out of my pay.
It's not about the money.
It's about the lack of professionalism.
How can I run a restaurant when I can't trust my own sous-chef?
-I'm sorry? -I can't let this stand.
Whatever it is...
I can't have it in my kitchen.
I'm trying to run a business here.
Are you...
Are you firing me?
Yes.
I think that's for the best.