So after he saw that the other person was an oriental mixed race, he stopped looking at him carefully and walked forward and said perfunctorily: "Let's go, the foreman ordered us."
Qiao Nian followed silently without saying a word.
This tall foreign man kept complaining along the way about how unlucky he was, as he had gone from having an easy part-time job to being a free dishwasher.
Qiao Nian heard him swearing and yelling "FUCK" several times, but he also kept his voice down and kept muttering.
They were taken to the back kitchen and soon someone directed them to the right corner to help wash fruits and vegetables.
There were seven or eight people sitting there, busy as hell.
No one had time to greet the two newcomers. They took some time out of their busy schedule to explain to them how to wash these expensive fruits and vegetables, assigned them a bunch of tasks, and then walked away to do their own things.
Qiao Nian looked at the pile of chores assigned to him. He did not look embarrassed like the tall foreign man. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves leisurely and started to work.
The tall foreign man saw that the oriental mixed-race face started to work obediently. He held his breath, his face turned red, his lips moved, and finally he held his breath and started to get busy.
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This busy work took three or four hours.
Except for a two-hour break for lunch.
Qiao Nian was ordered around by the kitchen staff almost the entire time. She was cooperative and did things efficiently and effectively. Apart from not being talkative, she had almost no problems.
The people in the kitchen gradually became familiar with her and also felt that Qiao Nian had a good personality.
By six o'clock in the afternoon, the sun began to set outside and the chores in the kitchen were almost done. Many people went outside when they had some free time.
"Are the guests coming soon?"
"It seems that a small number of people have arrived."
"I heard that tonight's banquet is of a very high standard. It's not the kind you often see on TV where there are no media reporters interviewing."
"Look at the ingredients delivered today. All of them are expensive imported goods. The truffle caviar is like free. Tsk, even the chef is a master invited from outside." Qiao Nian finished his work and was wiping his hands slowly.
Because she had been helping in the kitchen, she was surprisingly low-key and no one noticed her existence.
"Hello."
However, after she wiped her hands, the unlucky man who was called over to help with her called out to her and said something to her with an ugly expression.
"Everyone outside is here, we have to go to our own point and guard it. Do you want to come over?"
His tone was very unhappy.
The main reason was that Qiao Nian was very cooperative throughout the day, which forced him to work with full concentration.
Seeing that Qiao Nian was a woman, he didn't want to blame her too much, so he suppressed his anger and said, "If you don't go over, I will."
He didn't want to stay in this damn kitchen any longer.
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the oriental woman throw the tissue she used to wipe her hands into the trash can, raised her hand to push down the black-framed glasses on her nose, raised her head slightly, revealing her fair and transparent oval face, and looked at him calmly with a pair of eyes.
"Yeah, together."
He was stunned for a moment.
This voice... is light yet carries a hint of indulgence and laziness, and sounds dry.
His heart skipped a beat and he looked at the other person's face again.
However, before he could react, the oriental woman had already let down her hair from her brows again to half cover her eyes, and was walking slowly in front of him towards the banquet hall.
He stared at the other person's back for a full second before slapping himself hard, cursing, "What are you thinking about?" and quickly chased after him.
(End of this chapter)