At some point in life,
I believe that everyone
comes to a crossroads
where they must choose a path to take.
I'm at that crossroads today.
Should I go left
and live happily with Sunshine?
Or should I go right
and be with the hot-headed Kelly?
Or should I go straight on, alone, and live a carefree single life?
I don't know,
but I know how to find it out.
My plan is
to explore all three options
and then decide.
I'll give Sunshine my best shot today.
This is amazing.
You said that the last time I brought you to the beach.
Do you remember that?
Of course.
I remember everything about you.
You brought me to the beach and now you're sweet-talking me.
Do you want something from me?
I do.
What is it?
I'll tell you when we get there.
I really want to know
who your dad is.
Is it Pol or Jom?
Why did your mom hug Pol?
Did your mom dump Jom for him?
Shane, just tell me everything.
Why should I?
Fine.
I know you want to know, so I'll tell you.
After my grandma's funeral,
my mom stayed with Jom.
That's a nice photo of your mom.
Yes.
A lot of people came to her funeral.
Your mom was loved by many people.
What's the matter, Jom?
Just say it.
I saw Pol hugging you.
Everyone who came to the funeral
gave me a hug.
But you two did it behind my back.
I knew that if we hugged in front of you,
we would fight about it.
Why didn't you tell me Pol was coming?
Why must I tell you everything?
Do I have to tell you
why we hugged or who made the first move?
Is that necessary?
I know you've been curious for days.
You've been acting weird since you were at my house.
I'm sorry, then.
Nothing happened, Jom.
Don't worry about it.
If something does happen,
can you give me a two-month heads-up?
I want to prepare myself
before you leave me for Pol.
Jom.
I just happened to see Pol.
He only came to offer his condolences.
That was all.
Really?
Yes.
You're not lying?
I am. You shouldn't believe me.
Taew.
I'm kidding.
From now on,
please don't lie to me.
Be honest with me
if something is going on.
Okay.
Taew.
How can you be so cruel?
How am I being cruel?
You're so pretty, it's killing me.
So where are you going?
It's my day off.
I want to go shopping at the market.
Really.
Are you getting dressed up just to go to the market?
I thought you wanted to see Wanlee at the cinema with me.
If you want to see it, can we go next week?
Sure.
Let me give you a ride.
That's okay.
You'll be late for work.
I'll go on my own.
Taew.
You forgot your wallet.
Taew.
I'm sorry, young man.
I didn't see you.
Are you okay? Are you hurt?
I'm hurting all over.
Taew.
- Where are you? - Sir.
- Taew. - You can't come in.
You can't.
I want to see my girlfriend.
You can't go in looking like that.
Please let me in there.
I'm begging you.
I need to see my girlfriend.
Don't try to fool me.
You can't have a girlfriend looking like that.
I saw her with my own eyes.
She came in here with another man.
Maybe you're mistaken.
I'm not. I definitely saw her.
If you're sure it's her,
you had better get over her.
There's only one kind of woman
who goes to a hotel with a man.
Do you really want to be with a floozy like her?
- What the hell? - Hey, stop it.
Let me go!
Let me go.
Just stop, Jom.
- Please stop. - No.
What's the matter with you two?
That's enough.
Let me do it.
You're wasting the ingredients. Let me do it.
What is wrong with you?
Nothing.
The chili paste stung my eyes.
Whoever made it
must have made it spicier on purpose
to make me cry.
Taew made it.
I know.
Jom.
You took so long at the market.
I lost track of time.
Hey, Jom.
I got you some beef massaman curry.
It looks so good.
Do you want to have it now?
How did you pay for it?
I used my money.
Your wallet is here.
That's right.
I borrowed some money from Jeab.
Did you? Where did you buy it?
- From the market. - The market?
Is the market called The Crown Hotel?
- I can explain. - You said you wouldn't lie to me.
Do you think you can handle the truth?
Try me.
I went to the hotel with Pol.
You should know what kind of woman
goes to hotels with guys.
Tell me if I'm wrong.
Tell me!
Taew, take off your dress.
Why should I?
It's too pretty.
What would I wear, then?
Here.
Wait.
It's not complete.
It might be a bit big.
It belongs to someone else.
How do I get one of my own?
You have to do as I tell you.
Do you understand?
A hotel kitchen
isn't like the one at Samran Kitchen.
Everything must be precise and organized.
The same goes for our food.
The guests have high expectations because of the prices.
So our food must live up to their expectations.
How do you do that?
The details.
When roasting nutmeg,
they must all be the same size.
Otherwise, the small ones will be burnt
and the big ones won't be aromatic.
You must follow the recipes carefully.
Why are you telling me this now?
If I don't tell you,
how will you be able to work here?
Marinating is also important.
Not all meats are naturally tender.
It's up to the chef
to tenderize it.
This beef has been marinating overnight in milk.
Why did you use milk?
The calcium in the milk
will stimulate an enzyme in the meat
that will break down proteins.
It will make the meat juicy and tender.
You know a lot about Western cuisine.
Well, I...
I had a Western girlfriend.
But we broke up.
So what do you do next?
That day,
Pol taught my mom how to make beef massaman curry.
The meat is tender.
It's fragrant with cumin.
It's flavorful.
This is incredible.
Remember the taste.
Judging by past cooking competitions,
beef dishes
are always the judges' favorites.
You should practice cooking beef massaman curry.
Pol.
I shouldn't say it.
Come on.
Just tell me.
I'm afraid I'll regret saying it.
Well,
how will you know if you don't say it?
You're right.
Thank you so much for coming back into my life.
Do you know that I missed you
when you left?
But Mom didn't tell Jom everything.
You don't need to miss me anymore.
Because you're back.
Because you have Jom.
Are you telling me you spent the entire day with Pol
just cooking?
That's right.
Did you think we slept together?
I'm sorry.
I will enter the cooking competition.
If I win,
I'll get a job as a chef in that hotel.
Have you entered it already?
Yes.
When?
- Pol did it for me. - What?
Here's the entry form.
When did he do this?
That day at the temple.
Why are you just telling me now?
I thought you already saw it.
How could I?
I only saw you two hugging.
You're keeping secrets from me again.
Are you hiding anything else from me?
- No. - Tell me everything.
No, there's nothing else.
Even if there was, I wouldn't tell you. You get all worked up.
Shouldn't I get worked up?
My girlfriend went off alone with another man.
Jom.
I told you the truth about the cooking competition.
Instead of being happy for me,
you just act all petty.
You're so immature.
That's right.
I am immature.
I am childish.
I'm not Pol.
So...
how do I look?
Do I look respectable?
Do I look like a hotel chef?
No.
You still look dumb.
Come on.
Can't you say something nice?
I have an interview today.
If I don't do well,
I won't get to be in the competition.
Do you have any magic spells that will make people
take pity on me?
Yes, I do.
May God's mercy be upon you.
Be blessed!
I hope everyone loves you,
and may they love you for who you are,
not as someone else.
You give pep talks better than a coach.
Does anyone else want to wish me luck?
I'll get going, then.
- Good luck. - Taew.
Jom just wished you luck.
Hey!
I'm so sick of you two.
I worked in the Gold Coast for ten years.
- Really. - I came back to be with my mom.
And this
is my employment certificate
from the restaurant I worked in.
- I got my master's degree in New York. - I see.
I want to help this four-star hotel
become a five-star establishment.
Hello.
Go ahead.
I have a fourth-grade diploma.
Fourth grade?
And I...
I used to be
a dishwasher for Giew at her braised pork leg stall.
After that,
I worked as a sous-chef
- at Samran Kitchen. - I see.
I was promoted to head chef,
- but I don't work there anymore. - Why not?
The owner passed away.
Now, I cook at a cook-to-order eatery.
How's the owner?
She's in debt and can't afford to pay me.
Why am I coughing?
- It's not me. - I see.
I don't even work here yet.
You have an unusual work history.
It's not unusual.
It's bizarre.
Don't you think so?
She worked at a braised pork leg stall
and wants to work in a hotel.
What if she uses New Zealand lamb shanks
to make stewed pork?
She knows the difference.
She has a fourth-grade diploma.
You're right.
I may not know the difference between pork legs and lamb shanks,
but I can tell
a man from a pig.
And I won't waste my time
competing with pigs like them.
So what if she just studied until fourth-grade and sold pork legs?
The one with the most passion for food and who knows it best is Taew.
Who can read his lips? Can you tell me what he's saying?
Taew.
You forgot this.
Throw it away. I don't want it.
I forgot.
You're a coward.
You'll never win anyway.
It's better for you to stay with me like this.
You're getting old.
Dreams...
- are for children. - Jom, stop.
Fine.
You know,
I should be happy
you won't be at the hotel
with Pol.
But when you tore up your entry form,
it hurt me so much.
It's like your dream is my dream.
If you won't do it for yourself,
will you do it for me?
No.
I will do it for us.
Pol.
Can you help me get into the competition?
Can I talk to you, Mr. Supoj?
Taew is a talented girl.
I would like you to reconsider your decision.
Taew can cook better than anyone. I can guarantee that.
Please.
I'm begging you.
Fine.
Don't celebrate yet.
In order to be a chef here,
you have to pass a grueling test.
You must cook a delicious dish
- within two hours. - Two hours?
It takes a whole day to marinate the meat
before it's tender.
Why are you worried?
Everyone has two hours like you.
If they can make the meat tender,
so can you.
Do you have any tricks you can teach me?
No!
Figure it out yourself,
and don't let me down.
Yes, sir!
It's tough. I have to try again.
Taew.
Leave the guys who laughed at you
speechless.
But if anyone still mocks you,
shove a spatula in their mouth.
Thanks, Jom.
You can do it.
Pol.
Do you remember
that you promised me you would leave Taew alone?
I do.
I will keep that promise.
What if
Taew likes you?
We didn't say anything about that.
That's good to know.
From now on,
I'll consider you my competition.
Sure, Jom.
Wow, that was intense.
I'm with Jom all the way.
Whose team are you on?
I'm on your team.
You're making me blush.
What happened next? It's getting exciting.
My mom took part in the competition.
I'm looking for
a finely-ground chili paste without any lumps.
Are you ready?
The paste is very smooth.
Keep it up.
What's wrong?
Why are you twitching?
- Are you okay? - I'm just cold.
I think she has hay fever.
Knock them dead, Taew!
You...
are through.
Are you sure that's your decision?
Yes.
- I'm sorry. - I see.
You did it again.
- What? - It's wrong.
Flip it.
Congratulations.
Mom passed the chili paste test,
but that was just the beginning.
All right. The time has come
to announce the three competitors
who will go through to the final round.
So...
the first finalist, with a perfect score,
is...
Mr. Pichit Kaewsed.
And,
the second one through is...
Mr. Taywan Masawisuth.
Give him a round of applause.
And,
the last contestant who made it
to the final round
is...
Taew.
- Taew. - Ms. Taew Apida!
That's what I'm talking about.
In the end, Mom just scraped into the final.
All right.
The ingredient you must all use is...
chicken.
You must create a chicken dish that will impress the judges.
You have
two hours.
- Let's go. - At that moment,
my mom thought
it would be enough to use chicken instead of beef
to make massaman curry.
- But she had no idea... - I'll make chicken massaman curry.
...that the other competitors would make the same dish.
It's no ordinary chicken massaman curry.
I'm sure it's not.
Everyone will be amazed.
Wait, Ms. Taew.
You can't go anywhere during the competition.
I really need to use the restroom.
- Ms. Taew. - Taew?
What?
I can't find her. She's not in that restroom.
I can't find her either.
Don't tell me she ran away.
No, she's not like that. I know her well.
Do you know where she is?
Maybe she's just gathering her thoughts.
STAFF ONLY
Hey, Taew.
Where were you? I've been looking for you.
A clay pot.
A gay pot?
A clay pot.
I need a clay pot right now.
This is a hotel, not a temple.
If I don't have a clay pot, I won't win.
Pol, Jom, help me find a clay pot.
Do they sell them around here?
No.
I'll find one for you.
JUDGES
Ms. Taew.
- Yes. - Why are you kneading the chicken?
Well,
- to help it relax. - What?
That's funny.
You're funny.
I hope you have something up your sleeve.
I do.
Kneading the chicken
will help the meat
absorb the marinade faster.
Harder.
Right there, Jom. That's the spot.
I hope what you say is true...
because you have
less than an hour left.
Your chicken must be cooked,
or the judges will not eat it.
Yes, sir.
Well, Jom?
Did you find one?
No.
Why doesn't the hotel have any?
How about this?
I'll go this way.
- You go that way. Go. - Okay.
Hey, Jom.
I have a delivery for Taew.
Hurry, Jom.
- Thank you. - By the way,
why do you need it?
You'll see.
Good luck.
I don't know what you're doing,
but you have 50 minutes left.
Five minutes left.
Taew, take the chicken out.
No, not yet.
If the contestants
do not finish their dish in time,
they will be disqualified.
Taew, start plating.
There's still time.
Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two...
Why did you pour Chinese liquor on it?
Do you want to burn this place down?
Time's up!
That was amazing.
How did your mom come up with that dish?
There's a story behind her dish.
She got the idea for it
while gathering her thoughts.
- What do you think? - You're amazing, Dad.
Look at this.
She thought about a magician
whose trick blew people away.
That was the inspiration for her mind-blowing dish.
JUDGES
I have the results in my hand.
Let me remind you,
the winner
may be the chef on my left,
who made a perfect dish
without any flaws,
or the one on my right
whose dish was remarkably eccentric.
Or it may be her,
who seemed to struggle with her dish
and almost burned the hotel down.
If I were the judge,
I'm telling you,
you would never win.
But I'm not.
All right.
Whoever the winner is today
will have a bright future ahead of them.
I think.
I can smell
victory.
From where?
And the winner
of today's cooking competition
is...
And the winner is...
Your mom won,
right?
Right?
I'll tell you when we get back to Bangkok.
Come on!
You can't do this to me, Shane.
Why do you always leave me hanging?
Like this morning,
you told me nothing about the trip.
You still haven't told me why we're here.
I'm about to tell you,
but first things first.
Can I
blindfold you?
What are you going to do to me?
Nothing.
Don't you want to know why I brought you here?
In that case,
stand up.
No matter what I do,
don't move.
Fine.
Can I hug you?
Yes.
MONITORING HEART RATE...
Shane.
It's just a hug.
You didn't have to blindfold me.
HEART RATE 91 BPM
What's that noise?
What noise? I didn't hear anything.
Can I take off the blindfold?
Yes.
What were you doing?
I was hugging you.
You brought me all the way here,
cooked for me,
and blindfolded me,
just because you wanted to hug me?
Yes.
You're so sweet.
Let's finish our food.
Mom once said
you should choose the person who makes your heart beat the fastest.
My heart was beating 94 times per minute when I hugged Sunshine.
What will my heart rate be
when I hug Kelly?
Subtitle translation by Pannapat Tammasrisawat