Vol 4 Chapter 75: bad luck american cook

"Mr. Zhuo Yang, please hire me. Please!"
Zhuo Yang: "…"
Butcher, Chief Pig, Shi Qinghai, Lucia: "..."
There is nothing more absurd than this. Bai Sheng, who sells wine on Huang Nigang, is probably more reliable than this scene when he asks Wang Yuyan to propose marriage.
In an instant, Zhuo Yang's first reaction was Shi Qinghai's conspiracy, but this guy's equally astonished expression showed that he didn't even know it. Besides, if it was really a purposeful arrangement, who would make such a lame and absurd arrangement.
"pardon?"
"Mr. Zhuo Yang, please hire me as the head chef of this restaurant."
This guy is serious, not talking about cross talk.
"Brother, if you need help, you can say it." Mr. Pig said: "If you need a job, I can find a way to introduce a position that suits your ability."
Do you want to be the chef of the Left Bank? Don't be kidding, it's not that I look down on you, the cleaners in our kitchen are much more respectable than you. Introduce you to the sawmill to sweep sawdust, and you are considered a high-ranking person.
Master Tu closed his wide mouth with a 'ba da'. "Sir, our kindness to you and your child just now doesn't mean we are fools, so what, please do it yourself."
Yes, the mellow butcher believes that this person is a liar who climbs along the pole.
"No, no, I'm not a liar, Monsieur de Jong, I..."
"Where's your son?" Zhuo Yang interrupted his defense.
"Wait...wait for me outside the door."
Zhuo Yang raised his head at Shi Qinghai, and Lao Shi gave the order and brought up the little boy who was going to sign the autograph just now.
"Little guy, what's your name?"
"Great Demon King, good noon." Although he was still excited, the little boy's unexpected courtesy showed that he had a good family education. "My name is Michael Thomas and I am five years old."
At this time, Zhuo Yang also heard clearly. Although the father and son both spoke English, it was obviously not a Liverpool accent, not even an English accent.
'Gu Dong', the child was still young, and he swallowed involuntarily when he saw the snacks and snacks that the three brothers on the case used to slip their mouths.
"Want to eat? Just eat." Zhuo Yang invited little Michael with a smile.
The little boy tried his best to pull his eyes out of the dim sum, and turned his head to look at his father. There was an expression of pain on the tramp's face, tears glistening in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuo Yang, Michael hasn't eaten for two days, I... I'm a waste."
"Fuck me..." The three brothers couldn't hear this at all, and all sat up straight from the sofa.
"Hurry up, grab it and eat it."
"Come and sit here and eat with me. Hold it."
"Who, hurry up and grab a glass of milk, don't choke on the child..."
After all, a child can't fake it, and even having a tutor can't stop his hunger. After getting his father's permission, little Michael devoured his food so much that his brother's sympathy was broken.
Caring for children is the deepest benevolent nature of Zhuotu Zhu, but a father who starves his child for two days for whatever reason is a sinner who deserves a thousand cuts. Brother three will not sympathize with homeless men.
Seeing that little Michael gradually slowed down after the wind was blowing, and even began to chew without showing his teeth, Zhuo Yang looked back at the man at the door who hung his head in shame.
"What's your situation? Tell me." He didn't even let him sit down.
The man still couldn't hold back and was already crying. Lifting his head, he took off his baseball cap and wiped his face with both hands in front of him.
It's okay not to pick it up, taking off the hat to reveal the greasy and sticky long hair, matched with messy stubble, not more like, but simply a homeless.
"Mr. Zhuo Yang, thank you. I'm Daniel, Daniel Thomas..."
The man is 40 years old this year, unsurprisingly American, and his accent betrays him.
Daniel recently had a happy family in Cincinnati, Ohio, and was indeed a French chef for fifteen years. He runs his own French restaurant in Cincinnati, and there is a two-story villa with a swimming pool in the front and back yards in the suburbs.
The restaurant business is not booming, but it is definitely passable. There are many repeat customers. Daniel's family of three lives a prosperous life and seems to be carefree.
But all this good life was ruined by a fire half a year ago. An unknown fire burned his restaurant to the ground. The old wooden house, when it woke up in the middle of the night, was nowhere to be found, leaving only ashes and the bodies of two employees at dawn.
In Daniel's own words, he was only addicted to cooking and didn't know much about management and operation. The lack of insurance and the loss of life made him not only lost the restaurant on which he depended for a living, but also had to file a lawsuit.
All the savings have been compensated, and when he was about to sell the house and plan to make a comeback, the person next to him gave him another sharp knife. Daniel's wife suddenly sued for divorce, and the judge sentenced him before he could react.
Divorce lawsuits in the United States take great care of women. It is not uncommon for men to go out of their homes. Eight out of ten homeless people are abandoned by their wives. Daniel is no exception. He tried his best to keep only the custody of his son, and gave the big house to his ex-wife.
There are no strange things in the world. His wife moved in with a real estate agent within two days of the divorce. The degree of defecting was not a matter of a day or two, but Daniel never noticed that his head had already turned green, and he deserved it. Know the stir fry platter.
Under the pressure of huge debts, Daniel was forced to declare bankruptcy. Since then, he has been living in the rough with his son Fengfan, wandering between various relief centers, but his ex-wife did not let him go.
The adulterer was a very successful Jewish real estate broker who belonged to the American elite. Maybe he was the true love, or maybe it was out of habitual killing, he encouraged women to fight for the custody of little Michael again.
Daniel couldn't resist at all, the only way was to escape. For him, the only thing more important than cooking in this world was his son. After selling the only valuable watch in his body on the black market, the father and son who depended on each other ran from the United States to Liverpool. Daniel thought of his uncle here, a relative who had not been in touch for many years.
It was ignored when it was rich and noble, but now that I think about it, it is unreliable in any country. The uncle himself was a bad guy, just a lousy old man who was on social welfare. He was powerless and unwilling to accept them. In just two days, the father and son were kicked out of the house.
The last money was spent on a plane ticket to fly across the Atlantic. Daniel and his son were completely penniless. Living in Liverpool, a place they didn’t know well, was even worse than in the United States, and their lives were desperate.
Thinking about it now, compared to the miserable situation now, what a happy night the restaurant just burned down.
Daniel Thomas is introverted and cowardly. Except for his cooking skills, he basically does not have the ability to make a living. It takes a lot of courage for him to dress himself and his son as decently as possible and then beg around.
Today, the father and son were aimlessly looking for food, and they came to Sir Thomas Street after walking.
"Dad, look, our street." Little Michael was literate. He was attracted by the 'sirthomasstreet' street sign with the same surname as his own, and pointed it to Dad.
So, the father and son walked into this street inlaid with their surnames, and then God made them meet Zhuo Yang's three brothers by chance.
After asking for the autograph, the father and son chatted about Zhuo Yang while having fun. Daniel is a chef, so he naturally knows Zuo Bank, and he is also very clear about the grade of the Zuo Bank castle that Zhuo Yang and the other three entered.
It's hard to get food alms here, but after hitting a wall, Daniel asked the polite waiter angrily. "Excuse me, does Sir Zhuo Yang usually dine here?"
"Of course not." The waiters on the left bank are all trained, at least it can't be seen from the surface that they dislike the poor and love the rich. "Our restaurant is hiring a new chef today, and Jazz came here for it."
He was politely invited away by the waiter, but the recruitment of new chefs on the left bank of the castle planted grass in Daniel's heart.
I need a job, a decent job. I am not a qualified homeless person, but I am a qualified cook. This is an opportunity. But... can I?
Where else can I go? Little Michael has been hungry for almost two days, I should try it.
Will Ser Zhuo Yang chase me away? Will he hit me?
God knows what kind of battle between heaven and man Daniel is doing. Finally, he had no choice but to overcome his timidity and bravely returned to the left bank castle.
Of course, all of the above was said by Daniel Thomas himself.
"Mr. Zhuo Yang, please trust me and my cooking skills. Hiring me will not disappoint you, I... I need this job."
Zhuo Yang looked at Daniel and then at Lucia. Today's events are interesting.
Sarah Lucia is well educated. Facing the sudden 'competition', she did not sneer, but shrugged calmly. There was no disdain in her smile, only confidence.
"Mr. Daniel Thomas. This lady..." Zhuo Yang pointed at Lucia. "She's the new head chef of the Castle on the Left Bank... Candidate, do you want to compete with her?"
What? Except for Daniel, everyone in the seat was taken aback.
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