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"Mr. Zhuoyang, please hire me. Please!"

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Mr. Tu, Mr. Zhu, Shi Qinghai, Lucia: "..."

There is nothing more ridiculous than this. Bai Sheng, a wine seller on Huangnigang, went to Wang Yuyan to propose marriage. I'm afraid it would be more believable than this scene.

In an instant, Zhuo Yang's first reaction was that Shi Qinghai was behind the scenes and was a conspiracy, but the guy's equally shocked expression showed that he didn't know anything about it either. Besides, if it was really a purposeful arrangement, who would have arranged it so lamely and absurdly?

"Can you say that again?"

"Mr. Zhuo Yang, please hire me as the chef of this restaurant."

This guy is serious, not talking about cross talk.

"Brother, if you need help, you can tell me." Mr. Zhu said after coming back to his senses: "If you need a job, I can find a way to introduce you to a position that suits your abilities."

Do you want to be a chef on the Left Bank? Don't be ridiculous, I'm not looking down on you, the cleaners in our kitchen are much more decent and classy than you. Introducing you to sweep sawdust at a sawmill is considered a great achievement.

The butcher closed his open mouth with a "bada". "Sir, the kindness we just showed to you and your children does not mean that we are fools. So, please take care of yourself."

Yes, the mellow Mr. Tu decided that this person was a liar.

"No, no, I am not a liar, Mr. De Jong, I..."

"Where is your son?" Zhuo Yang interrupted his defense.

"Wait...wait for me outside the door."

Zhuo Yang raised his head at Shi Qinghai. Old Shi took the order and soon brought up the little boy who wanted to sign his name just now.

"Little guy, what's your name?"

"Good afternoon, Big Devil." Although he was still excited, the little boy was unexpectedly polite, showing that he had a good upbringing. "My name is Michael Thomas and I am five years old."

At this time Zhuo Yang also heard clearly that although both father and son spoke English, they obviously did not have a Liverpool accent or even an English accent.

"Gudong", the child was still young, his eyes saw the snacks and snacks that the three brothers used to slip on the table, and he swallowed involuntarily.

"Want to eat? Feel free to eat." Zhuo Yang smiled and invited little Michael.

The little boy tried hard to pull his eyes away from the snack and turned his head to look at his father. The homeless man had a look of pain on his face and his eyes were filled with tears.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhuoyang, Michael hasn't eaten for two days. I...I'm a waste."

"Fuck..." The three brothers couldn't hear this at all, and they all sat upright on the sofa.

"Quick, take it and eat it."

"Come sit here and eat with me."

"Who is that? Get a glass of milk quickly, don't choke the child..."

After all, children can't cheat, and even having a tutor can't stop their hunger. After getting permission from his father, little Michael ate like a wolf, which made his three brothers sympathize.

Caring for children is the deepest kind nature of Zhuo Tuzhu, but no matter what the reason is, a father who lets his child starve for two days is a sinner who deserves to be cut into pieces. The three brothers will not sympathize with the homeless man.

Seeing that little Michael gradually slowed down and even began to chew without showing his teeth, Zhuo Yang looked again at the man at the door who lowered his head in shame.

"What's going on with you? Tell me." They didn't even let him sit down.

The man still couldn't hold it back and was already crying. He raised his head and took off his baseball cap, wiped his face to cover it up, and held his hands in front of him.

It's okay if he doesn't take it off. Taking off his hat reveals his long, greasy, tangled hair, paired with messy stubble. Instead of looking more like a tramp, he looks like a tramp.

"Mr. Zhuoyang, thank you. I am Daniel, Daniel Thomas..."

The man is 40 years old. As expected, he is American. 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 has a two-story villa of more than 1,000 square feet in the suburbs with a swimming pool in the front and backyard.

The restaurant's business isn't exactly booming, but it's definitely decent, with a lot of repeat customers. Daniel's family of three is living a prosperous and seemingly carefree life.

But all this beautiful life was destroyed by a fire half a year ago. An unknown fire burned his restaurant to the ground. The old wooden house couldn't be lit up in the middle of the night. At dawn, only ashes on the ground and the bodies of two employees were left.

In Daniel's own words, he was only obsessed with cooking and didn't know much about management and operation. The lack of insurance and the loss of life caused him to not only lose the restaurant he relied on to make a living, but also had to file a lawsuit.

All his savings had been paid in, and when he was about to sell the house and try to make a comeback, the person next to him gave him another severe blow. Daniel's wife suddenly filed for divorce, and the judge ruled before he could react.

Divorce cases in the United States take very good care of women. It is common for men to be purged and leave the house. Eight out of ten homeless people are abandoned by their wives. Daniel was no exception. He tried his best but only retained custody of his son, and gave the big house to his ex-wife.

There is no strange thing in the world. His wife lived with a real estate agent just two days after the divorce. The degree of surrender was not a matter of a day or two at all. It was just that Daniel never noticed that his head had already turned green. He deserved it. Know about stir-fry platters.

Under the pressure of huge debts, Daniel was forced to declare bankruptcy. Since then, he has been sleeping rough with his son, moving between various relief homes, but his ex-wife did not let him go.

The adulterer was a highly successful Jewish real estate agent, among the American elite. Maybe he is the true love, or maybe out of habit, he encourages women to fight for custody of little Michael again.

Daniel was unable to resist at all, and the only way was to escape. For him, the only thing in the world that was more important than cooking was his son. After selling the only valuable watch in his body on the black market, the dependent father and son ran from the United States to Liverpool. Daniel remembered his uncle here, a relative whom he had not contacted for many years.

I ignored it when I was rich, but now that I'm down and out, I think it's unreliable in any country. The uncle himself was in a bad way, just a bad old man who took social welfare. He was unable and unwilling to accept them, so he kicked the father and son out of the house within two days.

The last money was spent on air tickets to fly across the Atlantic. Daniel and his son were completely penniless. Their lives in Liverpool, a place they were unfamiliar with, were even more miserable than in the United States. Their lives had reached a desperate situation.

Now that I think about it, compared with the miserable situation now, how happy I must have been that night when the restaurant just burned down.

Daniel Thomas is introverted and cowardly. Apart from his cooking skills, he has basically no ability to make a living. It takes a lot of courage for him to dress himself and his son up as decently as possible and then beg everywhere.

Today, the father and son were aimlessly looking for food and came to Sir Thomas Street while walking.

"Dad, look, our street." Little Michael was already literate. He was attracted by the 'sirthomasstreet' street sign that had the same last name as his and pointed it out to his father.

So, the father and son strolled into this street inlaid with their surnames, and God's will allowed them to meet the three Zhuo Yang brothers.

After asking for autographs, the father and son chatted about Zhuo Yang while enjoying themselves. Daniel is the chef, so he naturally knows the Left Bank, and he also knows the quality of the Left Bank castle that Zhuo Yang and the other three walked into.

It's hard to get food here. After hitting a wall, Daniel asked the polite waiter angrily. "Excuse me, does Sir Zhuoyang usually dine here?"

"Of course not." The waiters on the left bank have all been trained, at least from the outside it is not obvious that they dislike the poor and love the rich. "Our restaurant is hiring a new chef today, and Sir came here specially for this reason."

He was politely asked to leave by the waiter, but the recruitment of a new chef on the left bank of the castle planted seeds in Daniel's mind.

I need a job, a decent job. I am not a qualified homeless person, but I am a qualified chef. This is an opportunity. But...can I?

Where else could I go? Little Michael has been hungry for almost two days and I should give it a try.

Will Sir Zhuoyang drive me away? Will he hit me?

God knows what kind of battle Daniel was engaging in. Finally, desperate, he overcame his timidity and bravely returned to the left bank castle.

Of course, all this is said by Daniel Thomas himself.

"Mr. Zhuoyang, please trust me and my cooking skills. You will not be disappointed by hiring me. I...I need this job."

Zhuoyang looked at Daniel and then at Lucia. Things were interesting today.

Sara Lucia was well-educated. Faced with 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 is the new chef... of the Left Bank Castle. Do you want to compete with her?"

What? Except for Daniel, everyone present was shocked.

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