Rebirth: My Dear Little Wife Is So Scheming-Chapter 820: The Staircase

"You mean he can make broth, but I can’t use him because the kitchen staff disagree?"

For the first time, Bai Xiao encountered the notion of being bullied, truly comprehending it today.

The sous chef looked at the people standing behind him, gritted his teeth, and bolstered his courage, "Yes, today all of us, the entire kitchen staff, disagree with using him." They had reached a point of no return in this matter; there was no turning back now.

They could only hope that their numbers would be intimidating enough to scare off Manager Bai, who after all, seemed to be just a girl in her early twenties. In comparison to these seasoned veterans of the kitchen, in terms of experience or know-how, she was clearly lacking.

He Weng scoffed coldly and clapped his hands with a slap, slap.

Everyone looked at him.

"You’ve really opened my eyes. I’ve never seen workers so brazenly justified in my life. You’re truly pioneering, rallying together to threaten your boss like this. Do you really think that the Bai Family’s spicy hot pot can’t go on without you?

"Do you believe that if I were to drive to the labor market now and offer one yuan an hour, countless people would break their necks for this job?"

He Weng, having conducted business for so long, seemed even more like a boss than Bai Xiao. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

The words left the sous chef feeling so nauseated it was unbearable. He wasn’t wrong; if someone really shouted out an offer of one yuan an hour, working for ten hours a day that’s ten yuan, 300 yuan a month—an astronomical salary here in Modu. Who wouldn’t want that job?

However, they had spoken so definitively, and now that things had gone this far, they couldn’t just back down.

If they did, it would mean their effort was in vain, and who’s to say the boss wouldn’t start replacing them one by one tomorrow?

If the kitchen staff didn’t stick together now, it looked like they would all eventually be replaced.

Given the circumstances, the only option was to take a gamble.

"No matter how many people you hire, they can’t possibly work as smoothly as we do now. Can you guarantee they’ll slice the meat as thinly and evenly as I do? Those temp workers are sloppy; they might not even wash the vegetables clean of bugs. How could they be as trustworthy as us?"

"What if I insist on having him make the broth today?"

Bai Xiao asked the question.

With gritted teeth, the sous chef said, "If you insist, then we have no choice but to quit now. Hasn’t the manager already said it? A trip to the labor market in his car and there will be plenty of people for the job. We have principles that we adhere to."

Wang Sanxi became anxious; if the kitchen were to go on strike now and they tried to bring in temp workers, it would be impossible to replace them within ten minutes.

By then, they might not even be able to serve any dishes.

"Manager Bai! Let’s just drop it, shall we? It’s just a dishwasher, after all. Why should we make things so tense over a temp worker? We have all been working here for a long time, and we are trustworthy. Why not just let it go and let everyone get back to work quickly? What do you say?" This was an attempt to provide Bai Xiao with a way to back down gracefully.

The sous chef felt slightly relieved; Manager Wang is a decent man, and from their time together these days, they could see that he was not the kind of person who was hard-hearted.

Now, everyone’s hopes rested on Manager Bai.

It remained to be seen what kind of decision Manager Bai would make.