The first time Leo made his peri-peri dry rub, he was trying to impress a girl. The second time, he was trying to save his restaurant.
The next day, he posted the recipe on the restaurant’s chalkboard for anyone to see. No secrets, no locked tins. Let the other chef copy it if he could—but he’d never have Leo’s hands, Leo’s memory of Sofia’s smile, Leo’s willingness to burn the first batch and start over.