"Left foot first? I'll be fired? What kind of rules is this for Haiyoufu Restaurant?"
Chu Muchen clutched the apron he had just taken off, his fingertips turned white, and his voice was filled with anger that had nowhere to go.
The head chef flicked the ashes of his cigarette, blew out a smoke ring from his mouth, and said contemptuously without raising his eyelids: "Here, my words are the rules, pack your things and leave."
Four thousand yuan monthly salary, five insurances and one housing fund! ! !
This is already a very good job for a poor student like Chu Muchen who just graduated from college and works in the kitchen!
But this is the reality!
He was crushed to pieces by this ridiculous statement.
"Ding! Strong unwillingness and top talent have been detected, and the conditions are met."
"Binding the [God-level Food System] for the host..."
A pleasant voice sounded directly in the depths of his mind.
Chu Muchen's footsteps suddenly stopped.
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