"You mean he can make broth, but I can't use him because the kitchen staff disagree?"
For the first time, Bai Xiao encountered the notion of being bullied, truly comprehending it today.
The sous chef looked at the people standing behind him, gritted his teeth, and bolstered his courage, "Yes, today all of us, the entire kitchen staff, disagree with using him." They had reached a point of no return in this matter; there was no turning back now.
They could only hope that their numbers would be intimidating enough to scare off Manager Bai, who after all, seemed to be just a girl in her early twenties. In comparison to these seasoned veterans of the kitchen, in terms of experience or know-how, she was clearly lacking.
He Weng scoffed coldly and clapped his hands with a slap, slap.
Everyone looked at him.
