Otherworld Starts With All Cooking Skills

Don's hot pot restaurant should be ready to open.

Of course, it is necessary to expand the manpower before opening business.

Therefore, a very eye-catching notice named [Recruitment Notice] has been posted at the entrance of the Wishing Restaurant in the past two days.

Due to the business needs of our store, we are now looking for employees in the following positions:

Kitchen helper, five, basic monthly salary of 5 silver nar.

It is required to understand kitchen work matters, and apprenticeship experience is preferred.

To help the kitchen requires basic knife skills, the restaurant's chef Donne will uniformly assess the candidates for knife skills and select the best.

Restaurant waiter, several, basic monthly salary of 3 silver nar.

Requires ages between 15 and 24, with good facial features and affinity.

Need to have a sense of responsibility, team awareness and service awareness.

Note: The restaurant will provide food and lodging for employees, and additional subsidies will be provided for those who do not need food and lodging.

This recruitment notice was naturally written by Donne, and some of the words seemed a bit awkward, but it was not difficult to understand that it was the unique style of the chef in this small town.

Don't look at the salary Donne offered was only 3 to 5 silver nars.

But he did preliminary research in a small town.

In the relatively wealthy Donna Empire, the average monthly income of residents was roughly 5 silver nar, but since it is an average line, there must be a large number of people whose income is below average.

In fact, an income of 5 silver nars a month is enough for people to live a decent life.

For those people whose Life is outside of towns, a family with a monthly income of less than 2 silver nars, cannot make ends meet, and there are many poor families who are struggling to support them.

In the current era when the mainstream social form is still feudal, the gap between the rich and the poor is such a huge gap that cannot be crossed.

Therefore, Donne’s job posting naturally caused a sensation in Eaton Town and surrounding villages.

"Have you heard? In Eaton Town, the Chef Donne of the Wishing Restaurant is hiring! He can get 3 to 5 silver miles a month! What else, provide... yes, provide board and lodging!"

"I knew it, my little Meyer had signed up for the waiter early. If he could work with Chef Donne, he would definitely be able to stand out."

"..."

On the first day the recruitment notice was posted, many people came to consult and apply for employment, and the situation was very good.

Dorn looked at the endless stream of applicants, feeling happy: "I am also able to expand the employment opportunities in Eaton Town, and benefit the folks and fathers, right?"

...

A few kilometers away from Eaton Town, an unremarkable small village.

Hana finished her work day and walked home.

All day today, she has been shipping the autumn crops for the nearby farmer Mr. Ke Lin, and checking them into the warehouse.

Hannah's daily income from a day's work is 2 bronzes.

Yes, there are only two.

If she were a boy, even for the same workload, she could earn one more coin.

Because that's what Mr. Colin stipulated.

But even with such a meager income, even if she doesn't do it, there will still be people in the village rushing to do it.

There is thick snow on the road, and the moonlight is bright on it, and the foot is rustling on the snow.

The night in winter is always very cold.

"It's been winter for several days." Hannah wrapped herself in some thin, white-washed old cotton and linen, and let out a breath of white air.

The two copper coins were held tightly by Hana, but her hands were so cold that they couldn't hold them warm.

Hana doesn't like winter.

Winter in memory is always accompanied by cold and hunger.

Especially this winter this year, she especially disliked it, and even feared it.

"Today is the last batch of autumn harvest crops into the warehouse." Hannah thought so.

This means that starting from tomorrow, she won't have the job of earning two coins a day.

At night in the village, there are never any lights. With the moonlight, Hana returned to the door of her house.

A dilapidated, ten-square-meter hut, this is Hana's home.

After standing at the door for a long time, Hana walked into the house after a few deep breaths.

Mother came back earlier than her today, sitting on the side of the simple wooden table waiting for her.

The father was still lying on the bed, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.

The room was very dim, because my mother was reluctant to light the oil lamp, and there was not much light in the small space, which made people feel very depressed.

Hana's family of three live by helping the farmer Mr. Colin.

However, more than a month ago, at the last moment of the autumn harvest, his father was trampled on by a frightened horse while he was carrying the crops on the carriage.

I broke my left leg.

As a result, my father could no longer go out to work and lay at home to recuperate until today.

Later, Mr. Colin paid 20 silver nars as compensation for his father’s injury.

But this amount of money, during this period of time, when the father needed treatment, needed a dressing change, and needed care, it would have been spent a long time ago.

Even so, his father's situation still did not improve.

Hannah was anxious, but she had no choice but to work harder every day.

"Come back? Let's eat." Mother said so, her voice filled with exhaustion and aging.

Hannah sat down at the wooden table without saying a word.

Today's dinner is a bowl of oatmeal porridge with few grains of wheat.

Maybe it has been on the table for a long time, the oatmeal is very cold and not warm at all.

"Hana, there is something..." Mother said again, in a difficult tone, "You also know that your father's injury...may cost a lot of money. This winter...our family may no longer be able to do anything. Make more money."

Hannah didn't speak, but just nodded.

"Mr. Colin, he found me today...Tell me, tell me, I want to buy you to him and be a maid..." Mother's voice became smaller and smaller, and more and more dumb.

Hana silently finished the porridge in the bowl, then looked up, her eyes blank: "How much can he give us?"

"42 silver coins."

Hana was silent, and the image of Colin began to emerge in her mind-a greasy man in his 50s, with a rich body, a bald head, a mouthful of yellow teeth, and the small inverted triangular eyes that would always stare at her wretchedly.

Hannah knows exactly what to do as a maid.

If it is bought, it is sold for life.

During the day, you have to take care of Colin's diet and daily life. In the evening, you have to serve the master Colin with all your heart and meet any needs of him.

Hannah knew that the young girls who were bought by Colin would not end well.

"The price of 42 silver coins is not bad. I will talk to Mr. Colin tomorrow. I think I should be worth a few more silver coins." Hannah said with a very reluctant smile.

Just 45 silver coins.

If you can get so much, it will definitely heal your father's injury and help your parents through this difficult winter.

That way... it seems acceptable.

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