The bustling kitchen of Le Petit Jardin was a stark contrast to the refined dining room where Ant...

The bustling kitchen of Le Petit Jardin was a stark contrast to the refined dining room where Anton Beaumont sat, his silver-streaked hair neatly combed and his crisp white shirt tucked into tailored charcoal trousers. As the most feared food critic in Paris, his presence sent a ripple of anxiety through the restaurant staff. Anton's pen hovered over his notepad, ready to deliver another scathing review. "Monsieur, your appetizer," the waiter announced, placing a delicate plate before him. Anton