Mr Facemaker

I have a substitute cook these days. This man has a specialty of pulling the best faces you'd ever want to see in a man. 'Bharat,' I'd say-' why is there so much salt in this bhindi?' and he'd place his lips in a straight line- furrow his brows and slump his shoulders. Or, 'Bharat, why have you cooked a pressure cooker full of daal for just two people?' and he'd glare at me with raccoon like eyes, throw down the striped kitchen cloth and stomp off to the living room. Or even, 'Bharat, why are all these bottles lying face down, without their caps in the sink?', and his face would go into contortion overdrive.
True, he's just a substitute for my old and trusted cook, but so what- that doesn't give him the freedom to go around acting like one of Enid Blyton's characters! Sometimes, I'm tempted to tell him that his face may just freeze in the same grimace- if the wind blows in his direction!
The best face, however, was when he was leaving to go to his one room shack at night, and he reconfirmed 'have to make baigan in the morning for lunch, right?' and I asked him why asking right now- will you dream up the recipe at night and he smiled his crooked, paan stained teeth, looking more like an imp than a cook- maybe the greatest joke he had encountered in his life!!