My billionaire husband spoils me too much
Chapter 542

Chapter 542Crystal walked through the narrow alley and turned to the main road. After walking for about tenminutes, she turned left.She turned round again and again.She was a little confused and felt that someone was following her.Perhaps it was just an illusion. It would be impossible that Paris was chaotic in the daytime. And shehad to rush to the restaurant where she worked.Crystal now worked as a help in the kitchen. She just came to the restaurant yesterday, so she couldonly do some odd jobs first. It was Emma who recommended this job to her, so the old staff in therestaurant treated her well. They always advised her not to be too nervous and to adapt slowly.“Crystal, why don't you use the new lipstick I gave you?”The owner of the restaurant was a Dutch. Her restaurant was a century-old restaurant nearby, whichwas founded by her grandfather. Her father inherited it and now passed it to her.She also said that her great-grandfather used to be a pirate and that this restaurant was stolen fromothers. Crystal didn't care whether it was true or not. She just thought that it was very interesting.The restaurant was not big, and there were two chefs. One was Andrew and the other was his wife.The French seafood and cheese soup made by them was very famous around here, and many localcustomers always came to eat it.Andrew and his wife often quarreled in the kitchen. They even spoke ill of each other with knives intheir hands for matters like using what side dishes.However, Crystal heard that Andrew and his wife loved each other very much. Because Andrew'swife was infertile, their life was too boring. So they quarreled to pass the time. They also oftencompeted with each other on cooking skills.In addition, there was another old couple over 60 in the restaurant. They had been working here formore than 40 years. They were mainly responsible for the food purchase and inventory, the monthlybill and business statement of the restaurant, as well as the calculation and tax return of theemployees’ salaries.The most mobile employees were waiters, most of whom were college students who worked part-time.Their landlady, on the other hand, didn't care about anything. She just came to take a look everyday when she was bored and she trusted the employees very much as if they were her familymembers.Yesterday, she gave Crystal a bright red lipstick. “I work in the kitchen, so I don’t need that lipsticknow.I'll try it some other day,” Crystal replied shyly with a smile."God! Though you work in the kitchen, you must always be elegant and beautiful.”The landlady waved her fingernails, which had just been painted with bright red nail polish, andeducated Crystal seriously, akimbo.Crystal smiled without saying anything.“The work in the kitchen is too tiring. I think Crystal should serve customers outside like me.”Camille also worked in this restaurant and had just changed her work clothes. With only ten tablesand two seats for each table, the restaurant was already full of guests. Because the landlady did notwant to make progress and she had always stressed targeted services for every customer, she wouldnever expand the restaurant, also in the hope of more rest for her employees.But it went contrary to her wishes. Because there were only a few tables in their restaurant, thecurious diners, especially some young people, were very patient even if they had to make anappointment ten days or half a month earlier. They had made the decision to have a meal here. Inthis way, the employees were very busy every day.he expectations of the diners were very high, so the kitchen was under particularly huge pressureand the chefs should be extremely energetic.“I think it's good to work in the kitchen. I can learn a lot,” Crystal smiled gently.Yesterday, Andrew praised the soup she cooked and said that if it was written on the menu, it wouldbe very popular among the guests. Andrew's wife was actually best at baking cakes and dessertsand Crystal wanted to learn how to make western cakes, so she could learn it when she worked inthe kitchen.“My restaurant will depend on you from now on.”The landlady laughed heartily and waved her hand. Then she left without even taking a look at thebillThe business of the restaurant was so good that it was usually filled with customers. The landladydidn't limit her employees much, so Camille, as a loyal employee, boldly applied for an onlineordering service for the future of the restaurant."Oh my godI Camille, you know we're too busy. Why do you apply for the takeout services? Where'sCamille? Cancel it quickly. How can I cancel it?"The old employee at the checkout counter rushed into the kitchen and snapped a smartphone onthe table. “Who knows how to cancel it? It's so annoying. Damn itl Camille has already left. Youshould help me contact the customers who ordered online. We don't want to make money. Wewant to get off work on time.”The employees in the restaurant didn't want to make much money.Applying for the online ordering service was just causing trouble for themselves.Although Paris was an international metropolis, the online ordering service here was not verydeveloped. The delivery time would usunlly exceed an hour, which would definitely affect the tasteof the food and cause some misunderstandings and bad comments.Seeing the old lady in charge of the restaurant's accounts getting mad at a smartphone, Crystalcouldn't help but laugh. She walked over and said, “Let me see”It turned out that Camille applied I'or an online ordering service for the restaurant this morning, andsomeone really ordered, but it was very far away from here. It was 20 kilometers away, and thedelivery fee was even more expensive than the food.“The customer has ordered online. We can't cancel the order or it will negatively affect ourrestaurant,” Crystal said.“What should we do?”The lady couldn't understand how to use these new technologies. The old employees here were allvery conservative and completely rejected these new things. How could they order food on theinternet? They must sit down and eat in a comfortable environment.“Damn Camille! I will scold her tomorrow. No, this debt must be paid with her next month's salary.”“I'll go to deliver the food.”Crystal volunteered to deliver the food. After all, Camille had helped her so much that she couldn'twatch her be deducted wages."YOU?" The lady looked at Crystal as if she felt that Crystal was too delicate to do that, “You're notfamiliar with here. You're going to deliver food to a stranger 20 kilometers away, Aren“t you afraid ofany danger?”“How could that be?”Crystal felt that the people here should learn some new things. It was just delivering food, whichwas very common.However, Crystal had a hard tme delivering the food.She tried very hard to replace the customer's address with her non-fluent French and the GPS.She knocked on the door. The door opened, and a very sloppy and filthy fat man came out. Helooked at her, and his eyes focused on her chest for two seconds. Crystal thought that this man wastoo rudeAt this moment, the fat man grabbed the food bag in her hand with his big, strong hands. Then heclosed the door with a bang.He had not paid it!She sent it herself, and she hadn't calculated the delivery fee yet!Crystal knocked hard on the door angrily and said, “You haven't paid yet!”"Open the door immediately, or I'll call the police!”The man opened the door and said fiercely, “What did you say?”Another two men in dirty clothes came out and looked at her with malicious eyes, “Come in to playwithus.”As they spoke, they looked around and saw that no one was passing by at this time. Theyimmediately whispered to each other, and one of them grabbed Crystal's tiny wrist with his greasypalms and wanted to drag her into the house.Crystal was shocked. The moment she was dragged by the man, she regained her senses andscreamed with fear.A man suddenly rushed out from the left.“Who are you? Mind your own business.”Chandler flared, “Let her go immediately!” He was clutching a black pistol in his right hand, and hereally wanted to shoot the men in front of him.The three men were frightened by the gun in Chandler's hand. They usually made unbridled attackstowards others on the internet, but when they met a powerful person in reality, they immediatelybecame cowardly.Crystal seemed to be frightened and had no reaction. Chandler dragged her to the street, shakingoff her hand angrily and glaring at her fiercely.Chandler couldn't control himself anymore.He had followed her from the moment she got up in the morning and left the old and shabbybuilding. He saw a yellow-haired idiot dramatically confess to her downstairs, and that she wasworking as a lowly waiter in that old restaurant just for a little money!Now she was harassed by these sleazy men when she sent the takeout.“You came to France and insisted on divorcing me just to spoil yourself?” Chandler gritted his teethand asked with an angry face.

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