The manager frowned, seemingly in thought.
Xia Qingtian continued to say, "Manager, I'm not a bad person. If you don't trust me, here's my ID card, you can keep it as collateral."
The manager came to realize that even if he wanted to hire someone now, it was too late.
In these past few days, the customers who came to dine had ordered a lot of dishes.
If they were short-staffed, the head chef definitely wouldn't be able to handle it.
"Come with me," the manager thought, leading Xia Qingtian to the back kitchen and handing her over to the head chef.
The head chef was a very strict old man.
He first had Xia Qingtian chop up a plate of potato shreds, then had her stir-fry a dish.
Xia Qingtian completed the tasks quickly.
The head chef examined her potato shreds with a picky face, criticizing her for not cutting them thin enough, for overcooking her dish, and for adding too much seasoning.
In short, he criticized her until there seemed to be no redeeming qualities left.