In Love With A Single Chef-Daddy @LoveBusterTV.

That's my friend. She's kind in love with my dad. Such a young girl in love with such a mature man. Sorry, I find it a bit hard to believe. Usually it's the other way around. Why not? I love older men. Really? And what about parties with people your age? Cheap parties, cheap drinks, cheap pick-up lines and even cheaper premises. Guys my age care only about their egos. Older men? What do they care about? My feelings. It's my pleasure. With them everything's labeled perfect. Good food, whistle, good wine. Chosen with taste. Conversations with meaning and strength. Their hands, their words, their actions. It hit me. Maybe that's the man I've been needing my whole life. And right now, straight at him. You too sure everything's okay? Between you and your dad? Oh, yeah, of course. It's just... My engagement fell apart today. And my dreams about fairytale wedding all over. I guess dad says I'm still not over it. Oh, I'm so sorry. You know what? I think I can fix that. Greg? To propose to your daughter. What? Peter, you're joking, right? No. A girl like her, that's someone you want to live and love with. Vicky, you're after honesty, not money. And I've been looking for someone like you. Greg, she's solid gold. Not all that glitters is gold. You don't know her well enough. Excuse me. Did I say something wrong? Don't make a scene. No one cares about your broken engagement drama. This dinner needs to be perfect. Peter has to be impressed by my dishes. Oh, really? Maybe he'll propose seriously. Seriously? Then he says the only thing he's devouring with his eyes is me. Ridiculous. What kind of fantasy is that? He didn't stop complimenting me. And your food. Anyways. That's absurd. He knows the doctors. Just an amateur. If only I could turn back time. I'd show him I'm no weak little girl. That I'm a woman with the kind of sensuality he wouldn't be able to resist. So, what do we propose dessert for the investor? Will it be... Or cold? With cream? Or without? With cream. And cream on top. Basically, it's a creamy dessert. So, everywhere. Can I taste it? Stop. You're doing this on purpose. Yes, chef. I don't know what you're playing at. I didn't want to work. Don't lie. Not to me. Not to yourself. I know what you're thinking when you look at me. Your thoughts are as sharp as you're nice. As hot. As bold. As passionate. Everything you do is forbidden. It's everything you want to do to me. Since cream's already set... We'd better serve it before it turns to stone. You filthy little tramp. Steve. So, you were almost married. And now you're getting cheated on your bride? What the hell? Came to find out why you screwed up with your sugar daddy sleeping? How long have you been screwing him? You know, I was really thinking of being with you. I know you're poor. But insanely tempting. I didn't want to hear against you, no. Shut up, trash. You're his sugar daddy's tramp too? Sorry, man. After she ruined my wedding this morning, I just snapped. This is my daughter. If you touch her again, I smash you face in. Understood? Wicked. Room now. If you show up anywhere near this girl, I'll turn you into holiday stew. What? You are... You are in love with her now? She's way out of your league. Because unlike you... I'm successful businessman. I've got everything. Listen. But even I'm not worthy of a girl as perfect as she is. Alright. You okay? So, you really think I'm perfect? Yeah. Otherwise, I wouldn't have said or defended you. We were staring for each other like we might die without taste. What's going on here? Oh, Peter. I'm sorry. A rat. It got into the kitchen. We were catching it. A rat. Yeah. Do I look like an idiot to you? No, of course not. Listen, Greg. I've respected you as a top chef and partner. I've always trusted you. But tonight my gut tells me something's up. You're lying to me. I don't know about what, but you are. And spare me the rat nonsense. How the hell am I supposed to give you millions for a restaurant chain if you're hiding something from me? What is it? Say it. That they were just kissing. What? What kind of nonsense is this? Wait. You're the girl from the photo. The one who's in love with Greg. I'm his daughter. The real Vicky. And this is the waitress he passed off as me to look like the perfect dad. Peter. I can't explain. No. Quiet. Thank you, Victoria. For your honesty. Though it will cost your family everything. I won't fund the expansion. And I'll take back the restaurant you already have. No matter how good a chief he is. No, no, please. Don't take dad's restaurant away. Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't think it would be a big deal. Goodbye. Stop. Look at me, please. Do you know why I became a chef? My wife left me with a baby in my arms. Vicky was just a few months old. And I didn't know what to do. How to take care of her? How to feed her? And I started cooking for Vicky. At least something. I didn't know a thing. I learned by feeling. But I kept trying. And it was my love for my daughter that made me who I am. I never cared about money, chains or Michelin stars. I just wanted to do something for my child. Something that would make her proud of me. Maybe I did her a cold. Maybe I stopped feeling her love when she grew up. When she started running away from me every chance she got. Maybe that's why I became sober. And threw myself into opening a restaurant chain to distract myself from being alone. I didn't notice who I was hurting. And this wonderful girl. She really is like an angel. But I am asking you for one thing. No lawyers. No court. I'm giving you not just the right to the restaurant. But every recipe. Every technique. The whole team. Everything. Come on. A chef of your level. What's the catch? You will use the restaurant and come as support for life. Your daughter. Okay. She is nothing to you. Deal? I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so stupid. We will talk later. Go. Why did you give up the restaurant? Haven't you figured it out yet? I give up the restaurant because it's just the walls. Just equipment. Tables. But what makes my heart beat can't be given away. I understood. I felt it. And I was just too afraid to believe the feeling was much. Being here without him was the hardest thing. It felt like the soul had been taken out of this place. What are you doing here? Decided to make you this. You want a fairytale, right? You just have to find your prince. But I don't want to let you go because I think I found my prince. We can be together. I hate you. I hate you because I can't stop thinking about you. Stop being such a stubborn ass. If you go now you'll lose your chance at happiness. Because I can't and I don't want to stop loving you.