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All ten pieces are intact. You pass.

I made it, Nubdao!

I made it!

Auntie.

I just wanted to thank you

for teaching me how to shuck oysters.

We’ve been talking all this time, but I still don’t know your name.

What's your name?

My name is Ratree.

She's just a scapegoat.

Does she really think she can hurt me?

You know I don’t get along with Pathawee.

So, don't spend time with him. Clear enough?

Listen to me first. Nubdao!

I’m sorry for losing my temper earlier.

Just don’t do it again.

If you hadn’t helped me, I’d be missing a few fingers by now.

I wasn’t planning on helping you for free.

Then, what do you want me to do?

Ms. Wadee? What are you sending me now?

I don’t care where they are.

You have to drag them here.

Mr. Pathawee.

Come on.

Mr. Wee.

Don’t forget our deal.

Okay.

If you help me, I’ll help you with anything you need.

So, what do you need my help with?

What?

Track down the chef behind the Eat With Me page?

Why? You can’t you help me?

Come on. Please help me. I really want to meet him.

And then what?

I want to thank him.

I got this job because of him.

And the praise I’ve received today, it’s all thanks to him.

You could just send him a message.

No way! I have to thank him in person.

Please help me, Mr. Wee. Please…

And if I say no?

Then forget about winning Nubdao’s heart.

I bet Taychit was shocked to receive my little gift.

A single sandalwood flower?

You really made me take a risk for that?

I needed to know how to get close to him.

Who are you here to see?

Hello. I’m here on behalf of Miss Wadee.

I have a package for Mr. Taychit.

Visitors are not allowed upstairs.

Do I need to leave my ID at the counter first?

Yes, but without an appointment, you still can’t go up.

Then how will the package get to him?

You can leave it here at the counter.

- I have to deliver it myself. - You can't do that.

- You can't do that. - You can't go in.

Alright, alright, I surrender.

There’s no way to get close to Taychit.

You told me Ms. Wadee’s name would get me in.

Honestly, forget it.

Getting into his bed would be easier.

Why did you bring me here?

You were looking for evidence, weren’t you?

This is the hotel’s document archive.

You might find something here.

But if I go through all of this all day,

won’t Ms. Sanguansri get upset?

Since when did Ms. Sanguansri become more important than me?

Well, I hope you find what you’re looking for,

so Ms Sanguansri will finally approve of you working here.

Who is that person?!

Who is he?!

Yes, boss.

Yes.

Forgive me.

Fire!

Fire!

Nubdao! Come here!

Namfah! Let’s go!

What should I do?

I asked you who he is.

I’ll investigate right away and find out who he is.

Why waste time on the delivery guy?

Why not go after the one who sent him?

Who, sir?

Mirantee, you idiot!

Finish the job,

just like you used to.

And don’t forget.

Only you and I know about this.

If my secret gets out,

both you

and that scapegoat

will never breathe again.

2006

Whoa!

Be careful.

Your foot’s injured, isn’t it?

I found it.

Thank you.

The hotel has an anniversary book?

You’ve never seen it before?

Never.

Have you ever met Mr. Aran?

No.

I only know he was my father’s close friend and co-founder of the hotel.

Then, is it possible

this book might have some records about his death?

Today, we’re making a traditional French dish.

Start by slicing the onions lengthwise.

Sauté them in butter until caramelized.

This takes about 30 minutes.

Once they’re golden brown…

You should give up on finding him.

Season with salt and pepper, and serve…

He won’t reveal himself.

No.

I will find him. I have to meet him in person.

That serious?

I love him.

Love?

You’ve never even seen his face.

Yeah.

But I don’t love him for his looks. I love him for his talent.

Why? Haven’t you ever fallen for someone without seeing their face before?

Never.

So, that means you care more about looks than personality or talent.

And how do you know he is a good person?

He might not be as great as you think.

He could be a fraud, a scam artist. Who knows?

Mr. Wee, watch your mouth. Don’t insult my mysterious chef.

He’s a good person. I can feel it. My instincts tell me so.

Okay, okay. No more insults.

He must be thrilled to have such a devoted fan.

This is the chairman…

And the man next to him must be Mr. Aran.

And this is Ms. Sasi,

the chairman’s wife.

But who is the woman standing here?

Her name is Jitsuda.

My mother.

She passed away when I was eight.

Believe it or not,

my father never attended her funeral. Not even once.

I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.

It’s not your fault.

It’s just one of the painful truths of my life.

We all carry scars.

Stay strong. I’m rooting for you.

"A funeral service was held for Mr. Aran Jirachawalai,

co-founder of Oriental Paradise Hotel,

who passed away on August 13, 1998,

amidst deep sorrow from executives and employees."

FUNERAL OF ARAN JIRACHAWALAI

Why is there so little information on this?

Did you find any leads?

Just basic details we already knew.

So, the rumors online aren’t true.

Mr. Aran committed suicide. He wasn’t murdered.

I don’t know.

But there’s one thing I suspect.

Mr. Aran and Ms. Sasi might have had a romantic relationship before.

Wait.

You mean they were together before Ms. Sasi

married Mr. Taychit? Really?

Looking at the old photos, they don’t seem like just colleagues.

Let me see.

Who’s this woman?

GOOD LUCK, MIRANTEE

Maybe a friend of Mr. Aran.

If she was his friend, she must’ve known how he died.

Who is she? How do we find her?

"Good luck, Mirantee.

I hope you achieve your dream of becoming a Michelin-star chef.

Keep fighting. From Aran."

Mirantee…

Captain.

Here's the evidence.

It's you.

Forgive me.

If you don’t die, I will.

Who’s there?

Miss?

Miss?

Sis!

Sis! Sis!

Blood…

What happened? Sis! Sis!

What the hell happened to you?

Sis!

Sis!

Could it be that the chef named Mirantee was Mr. Aran’s old flame?

From the photos, it doesn’t seem like it.

They look more like close friends.

Mr. Aran worked in the Food and Beverage department at the hotel,

so he must have known that chef well.

Are you still obsessed with this?

You’re acting like a detective.

It’s part of my job.

The bookings are declining because of it.

How can I just sit around and do nothing?

Good morning, Ms. Nubdao.

Mr. Wee!

Mr. Pathawee.

You’re about to tell me not to pick you up anymore because you feel bad, right?

Yes, and also--

You’re worried it won’t look good for me to be picking you up and dropping you off.

You know that, yet you still do it.

How should I put it?

Let’s just say I’m happy to do it.

If you're happy, then we’re happy too.

You can pick us up every day.

That way, we won’t have to take the bus to work. Right?

Namfah, how could you say that? That’s rude.

Don’t scold Namfah.

So…

I’ll pick you up tomorrow then?

Yes!

You’re welcome to use my office as you like.

Are you really planning to read all of these?

I need to gather as much information as possible.

This concerns the hotel’s reputation and image.

If I can find evidence explaining why Mr. Aran chose to end his life,

the public will stop speculating.

You seem to care about this hotel more than I do.

I have to protect it.

This hotel is our future.

Maybe…

Mr. Aran was heartbroken, and that’s why he took his own life.

He shot himself over a broken heart?

True love isn’t easy to find.

Exactly.

That’s why I’m still single.

I haven’t found true love yet.

Then I hope you find it soon.

Sis…

How are you?

Here,

let me help.

Take it slow.

Take it slow.

Alright.

Okay, easy now.

You’re tough.

Seriously, if I hadn’t found you last night,

you would’ve bled out and died.

Eat something. You need strength.

Here, I made this myself.

It’s edible.

Eat a little bit.

You need strength.

Open your mouth.

Ah, it's falling.

Who did this to you?

Yot.

It's you.

That damn lapdog of Taychit.

Oh, hell no! We can’t stay here. Let's go.

Don't go yet. Wait.

They must've thought I'm dead.

So what?

That means we can get even closer to Taychit now.

You still wanna go after him?

Just let it go.

I don't want it anymore. Look at yourself.

Sis…

Sis, you did this to yourself.

Just look at you.

How can you get close to him?

Ms. Sanguansri, do you know a chef named Mirantee who used to work here?

How do you know Mirantee worked here?

I saw a photo of her tucked inside a book.

Destroy that picture. Immediately.

That person must have no connection to this hotel whatsoever.

It’s that serious?

Don’t ever say that name out loud again.

Especially in front of the chairman. Remember that.

What's the matter?

It's not a very good thing. It’s about Mr. Pathawee.

Say it.

Lately,

he hasn’t been coming home after work, has he?

You know where he’s been?

I have something to show you.

Oh, come on…

Just one kiss!

Whoa.

What's with you?

Whoa.

Drive safe, okay?

Alright.

Want me to see you off?

What are you doing?

See you.

Bring Pathawee to me. Now.

Yes, sir.

Sit down.

What were you doing at that condo in Sukhumvit?

Visiting a friend.

You’re sure it’s just a friend?

Yes. What’s this about?

I don’t care what you are,

but at least

have some respect for my reputation.

Well…

I just wanted to do what I love.

But I never revealed my identity.

I don’t care whether you reveal it or not. I just can’t accept it.

I'm sorry.

Quit it.

I can’t.

You have to!

If you don’t stop,

I’ll send you overseas.

You don't want to disappoint your mom, do you?

You might be fine with your brother’s preferences,

but the chairman won’t be.

You should brace yourself for some good news soon.

I think I have to…

stop doing Eat With Me.

Why?

We’ve got over three million followers now.

My dad probably knows by now

that I’m the mysterious chef.

He never wanted me to be a chef.

And he’s ordering me to shut the page down.

What’s so bad about being a chef?

It’s a damn lucrative job.

He probably wants me to go into management instead.

If I don’t, he’ll see it as losing to Kim.

Your dad is so old-school.

So, what now?

Are you really quitting?

I have to shut it down for a while.

Whatever you decide, I’m with you.

What? Why?

EAT WITH ME IS OFFICIALLY SHUTTING DOWN INDEFINITELY

What?

Eat With Me just announced an indefinite shutdown.

They have so many followers.

Maybe the admin is busy?

Maybe the chef got sick.

Or got into an accident.

Or a fire, or a boiling water burn, or got COVID, or prostate cancer, or…

No way! He was right there, and now he’s gone!

If they haven’t posted a memorial message, it means the chef is still alive.

You’re right.

But what if he’s bedridden?

Hooked up to an IV drip in some hospital?

Will be be okay?

Nubdao…

I want to go visit him.

You’ve never seen his face. How can you know where he is?

Just watch me. I’ll find out exactly where the mysterious chef is.

This tastes terrible.

And this fermented soy dip is sickeningly sweet.

Are they trying to give me diabetes or what?

The old cook resigned recently, ma’am.

Then just order food from the hotel for now.

Can’t you see that Grandma can’t eat this?

Yes, of course, ma’am. I’ll call them right away.

Go now.

I can't swallow it.

These days,

good cooks are so hard to find.

Many people

are just doing it without passion.

If this keeps up, I’m going to starve to death.

I’ll find you skilled chefs to choose from, Grandma.

Alright.

I can’t shake this worry.

If people find out about his preferences,

how will I hold my head up?

They might just be friends.

Boys play around like that all the time.

But even if Wee does like men,

I don't see why it's a big deal.

Society today is much more accepting.

It’s not like the past.

As long as he’s a good person, that’s what matters.

Wait.

You might be fine with it, but I'm not.

I don't want to be shamed for raising a son like that.

You need to open your mind a little.

If you keep pushing him, you’re only driving him further away.

Let me talk to him when I get the chance.

This right here is where I’m going to build the hotel’s garden.

A peaceful place for guests to relax and unwind.

What a waste of space.

A seminar room or a banquet hall would be better.

Right, Sasi?

I don’t mind either way. but I’d like our garden to have…

Orchids.

See? Now you can’t argue with me anymore. Sasi wants it.

Fine, if Sasi likes orchids,

I’ll make sure the gardeners take extra care of them.

Alright, take a picture of me and Sasi.

Make sure the orchids are in the shot too.

Come on, Sasi.

Be careful.

Done.

I think we should name the hotel Oriental Paradise.

The heaven of the East.

I like it. It’s elegant, meaningful…

Sasi, what do you think?

I love it.

You still haven’t forgotten him.

Aran was the best man I ever knew.

And what about me?

Is there any part of your heart that belongs to me?

Why are you asking me this?

What do you want me to say?

Just tell me the truth.

Tell me if I ever had a place in your heart.

Please…

Don’t make me lie to you.

I know, Sasi.

I know.

Taychit.

THAI BAHT'S VALUE DROPS

I’ll be back in a bit.

Okay.

1999

"In 1997, the Thai government floated the baht,

causing its value to drop by over 50%.

Within just six months,

the hotel was in debt, over 400 million baht."

Four hundred million in debt?

"Mr. Taychit Bowornwisut,

President of the Board, visits Mr. Aran Jirachawalai,

co-founder of the hotel,

during treatment for heart disease."

Mr. Aran had heart disease too?

Where’s that coming from?

Mr. Kim isn’t here.

Maybe I’m working too hard and just hearing things.

So many documents.

A lot of work.

Mr. Kim is really hardworking.

I love this.

Why won’t you pick up the phone?

Are you okay?

Oh, I’m fine,

but my Hor Mok is ruined. I won’t be able to sell them anymore.

I’m really sorry.

It's alright.

Here, for the damage.

Oh, no. I can't take that. That’s too much.

It's just a small loss.

Just keep the money.

Alright.

Have we met before?

I saw you when you applied for a job

at Oriental Paradise Hotel, didn’t I?

You remember me?

Of course.

What do you do now?

Just selling homemade food to families nearby. Nothing special.

Quit it.

I can't.

You have to!

If you don't stop it,

I'll send you overseas.

You don't want to disappoint your mom, do you?

Mr. Wee.

You’re hiding here? I’ve been looking all over for you!

If this is about Eat With Me shutting down, I already know.

No, it’s bigger than that.

What do you mean?

I found out where the Mystery Chef is.

Looks good.

Smells good.

Delicious. It tastes good.

Thank you.

Grandma even gave a compliment. That means you're special.

Is she a chef somewhere?

She applied to work at the hotel before.

What’s your name?

Ratree, ma’am.

My name is Ratree.

Can you cook Western dishes?

I can manage, if that’s what you’d like.

That's good. I like to be spoiled.

Alright then…

You can start working when you’re ready.

Thank you.

I'm okay with her.

If you're okay, then I have no objections.

Alright.

Are you insane?! You’re walking straight into a death trap!

You said it yourself.

It's easier to get to his bed.

When did I even say that?

But it's too risky.

Risk is necessary.

We might find the evidence inside the house.

If you don’t care about yourself, at least think about your daughters.

Pu.

Help me with something.

What now?

I think you should give it to them yourself.

Does it matter who delivers it?

I just want to do something for my kids.

Sis.

Are you sure you won’t change your mind?

I need to do this.

It’s the only way I can move on and start over with my kids.

Wow, everything looks delicious.

Did you make some extra cash today, Uncle Pu?

No. Someone gave it to me.

A casino owner or a loan shark?

Neither.

Stop asking. Just eat it already.

I'm not eating.

They say casino food is cursed.

People eat it and gamble everything away.

No way am I taking that risk.

What's wrong with you. Why are you making such a fuss?

I brought you good stuff.

I said it's not from the casino.

Then tell us where you got it.

A friend gave it to me.

A friend? You have friends?

Yeah, I do. An old friend.

We hadn’t seen each other in ages,

and we just ran into each other again.

This doesn’t look like casino food.

It looks more like hotel food.

Uncle Pu, do you know a chef?

Does it matter?

Just eat it.

The person who made it would be happy to know it was enjoyed. I'm going.

Good luck running from the cops today, Uncle!

- How is it? - Very delicious!

Try it.

I've never had pasta this good before.

This much?

Yes.

Alright.

How is it?

What are you playing?

One day,

we’ll sit down and eat together.

NOT HOTEL'S PROPERTY

I found out where the Mystery Chef is.

Mr. Wee, look at this. Can you see the reflection?

The condo where Eat With Me is filmed

must be inside the golf club estate.

Even if you know the condo, you still don’t know the unit number.

I do. It's a corner unit.

There are betel palm trees and a highway in the background.

I compared it to the condo photos and the floor plan.

The Mystery Chef’s condo

is on the 8th floor, Unit 806.

Yes! I’m finally going to meet him!

That's useless.

What do you mean?

A luxury condo like that won’t just let strangers walk in.

Give up, Namfah.

You’ll never meet him.

My dream's crushed.

I worked so hard just to get the address.

High-end condos

value their privacy.

The Mystery Chef probably doesn’t want anyone to know who he is.

That’s why he’s so secretive.

He’s a chef, not a criminal.

What’s with all the hiding?

A man who cooks is cute.

People have their own reasons.

Maybe he has his.

Just like how you have a reason

for refusing to be Mr. Wee’s secretary but choosing to work with Mr. Kim instead?

How did we go from talking about a chef to talking about me?

Well, I’ve noticed that you and Mr. Kim are always together.

You go everywhere together.

I bet

Mr. Kim has feelings for you.

Oh, come on.

Mr. Kim has plenty of options. He wouldn’t be interested in me.

Then, why are you blushing?

Blushing? What? No! I have a deadline.

The client’s been chasing me for this.

Suspicious.

MR. KIMHAN

MR. KIMHAN

Yes, Mr. Kimhan?

You cut my call earlier today.

I couldn't answer at that time.

Then why didn’t you call back?

My battery died.

Your battery died?

So, charge it. You can’t even solve that problem, Nubdao?

What’s so urgent that you had to call now?

The fact that I couldn’t reach you. Isn’t that urgent enough?

How do you want me to fix this?

Come meet me now.

Now?

Yes. Right now. I’m waiting outside your house.

What?

Look out your window.

Today’s the day.

I will meet him!

Ever since I was a kid,

I tried so hard to make Dad accept me.

But no matter how hard I tried,

I was still just a worthless fool in his eyes.

Congratulations. You finally managed to put yourself in the spotlight.

Nubdao never wanted the spotlight.

But if someone has to lose their light because of it, I can't help with that.

Dad, you better be careful. Once they have no use for you,

they’ll turn on you just like a dog that bites the hand that feeds it.

Maybe the one Dad should be careful about is the one

- who picks fights without thinking. - Wee!

- Please, Mr. Kim. - Let go!

In front of me,

you will not lay a hand on my son. Got it?

Subtitle translation by: Panuwat Baikeawon