Episode 1 "The Applicant"
Jam Rachata (Top, phi)
The ruheless head chef, owner of a luxury fusion restaurant. Know as the "Kitchen Devil," but behind his icy eyes hides a man who has never been tamed... until films walk in.
Name: Film Thanawat (bottom)
A struggle son with a wounded past, cooking to survive and care of his childlike father. Sweet yet fiery, he's determined to prove himself-even if it means melting the heart of the coldest chef in Bangkok.
Film. Thanapat
(nervous, outside Jam's restaurant):
Sawadee khrab... this is it. If I get this job, maybe Dad's medicine bills will be covered.
Ohm Pawat
(Patting his shoulder):
Don't be scared. You've got talent.
Phi Jam would be crazy not to hire you.
Film. Thanapat
(smiles faintly):
Thank you, Phi Ohm.
Without you, I'd never dare try.
Ohm Pawat
(grinning):
I'll always be on your side. Now go, before you faint here.
[Film walks inside the luxurious restaurant. The air smells of Thai Curry mixed with baked bread.]
Jam. Rachata
(Cold, arms crossed):
Another applicant? Hmph,
Do you even know how hot my kitchen runs?
Film. Thanapat
(bows slightly):
Sawadee Khrab, Phi Jam. Please... just one chance.
Jam. Rachata
(studies him, voice sharp):
One chance?
I don't babysit. This isn't a playground.
Film. Thanapat
(firm):
I can cook. And I need this job.
Ohm Pawat
(from the side, protective):
He's serious, Jam.
Don't dismiss him.
Jam. Rachata
(shoots ohm a glare):
Ohm, stay out of this. You're not the one running my kitchen.
Film. Thanapat
(quietly):
Phi Jam... please Let me prove myself.
Jam. Rachata
(after a pause):
...Fine. Cook. If you fail, walk out and never return.
[Film rushes to the kitchen, recalling his father teaching him to cook Pad Kra Pao before the accident. His hands tremble, but he steadies himself and adds a Western twist with Parmesan shaving.]
Ohm Pawat
(Whispering, worried):
Film, you can do it...
Jam. Rachata
(watching silently, eyes sharp):
...
[Film finishes, plates the dish, and places it before Jam. Jam takes a bite. The whole kitchen freezes.]
Jam. Rachata
(expression unreadable):
...Who taught you to cook this?
Film. Thanapat
(voice low):
My father.
Before... he changed.
Jam. Rachata
(his eyes flicker, softer for a second, but then hides it):
Hmph.
Don't get cocky.
Ohm Pawat
(smiling, relieved):
See? I told you, he's good.
Jam. Rachata
(shoots him a jealous glance, then looks back at Film):
Tomorrow. Sunrise. Be here. if you're late—you're out.
Film's eyes widen with shock & Joy.
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