Lin Kesong, get up!
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Lin Kesong, get up!
Get up! Get up! Get up!
You're half an hour late. Hurry!
I don't want to do push-ups. Can't I run instead?
Sure.
What does he eat to get such a fit body?
His chest is bigger than mine, and his waist is slimmer than mine.
He also has a well-proportioned body.
Why is he a chef when he can be a model?
Why are you looking at me? Hurry up and run.
How did you know I was looking at you if you weren't looking at me?
What a pity. No use having a good figure.
His soul is still that of a devil.
- What are you doing? - Run continuously for 45 minutes.
Speed nine, no stopping.
What are you doing? That's enough, that's enough.
Stop messing around.
That's enough.
Lift your feet.
- I'm already lifting them! I— - Shut up and keep running. Run!
- I'm already running. - Faster!
Faster! Even faster!
Stop sitting. Take this.
I'm exhausted... and you're not even letting me sit.
Let me tell you. Breakfast is served at six. You have 15 minutes to wash up.
No, wait Mr. Jiang. I don't understand.
What does exercising have to do with cooking?
You will never do your best in everything if you don't challenge yourself.
Why must I do my best? It is enough to be just good enough.
You'll understand when you're older!
Good morning, Little Bun.
Good morning, Sister Nina.
Good morning, Mr. Jiang.
What time is it now?
What time is it?
Go back to your room.
I don't welcome people who do not observe the rules and rituals for mealtimes.
This might only be breakfast, but none of us should treat this meal casually.
You must have a basic level of respect
for the food, the chef, and yourself.
Why are you taking this so seriously? I'll just get changed.
Come back!
Come back.
What now?
In future, don't put your phone on the table.
Nina! You toasted this bread quite well.
It smells toasty and is soft to eat.
You're getting better at the timing.
Thank you, Mr. Jiang.
Then, I'll toast another piece for Ms. Lin. Her piece is about to get cold.
Don't worry about her.
Take a break.
Said casual looking, huh?
I'll show you.
I'll see what he has to say
about this perfectly dressed and sophisticated girl.
Is this okay?
Where is my food?
What are you doing, Sister Nina? I haven't eaten yet.
I asked her to do so.
If she neglects her duties and lets you have your breakfast, I'll fire her.
What?
And what is this about?
Get up at four to exercise and eat breakfast at six.
This has been my unchanging habit for years.
The rules don't change just because you slip-up.
You have to change yourself and cater to the rules.
There is an old saying...
The fittest survive.
How can you survive when you're starving to death?
You've been tormenting me in so many ways since yesterday.
How can I survive without any dignity?
It's just one less meal, what does dignity have to do with it?
Cheapskate.
Are you not ashamed?
What did you say? I'm looking to see if you're wasting food.
I hate wasting food.
But it's worth it to get you to understand the rule.
Little Bun, it's your first day of class.
Go for it.
Five minutes to class. I'm warning you not to be late, or else...
God. This outfit is magical.
It's so cool to wear.
I'm tempted by my own uniform look.
It fits so well as if I was born wearing it.
I myself almost believed I can cook.
Beautiful clothes are so powerful.
I'm not even mad at Jiang Qianfan.
Grilled steak at table six and hot candied apples at table eight.
Nope. Chefs are not like this.
You can't even soak the vermicelli well, how can I trust you with cooking?
How do you know you can do your best
if you don't give yourself a hard time?
Push-ups! Sit-ups!
600 each. You have to follow my rules.