Le Tréor

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11.1 Le Trésor restaurant

Larry rolled out of bed, trying not to wake Daniel, who was still asleep. He put on a white vest casually with toothbrush in is mouth. When he put it on, he realized that it was Daniel's, because the size was too small for him, the waist was obviously tight. He quickly made Daniel an omelette and buttered toast, ate four loaves of bread edges that had been cut up and a glass of orange juice himself, and hurried off.

The restaurant where he worked was not far from his apartment. In fact, he enjoyed the time of walking to the restaurant, scaring those pigeons in the square, resting his feet and listening to the performance of street artists, he even saw a fox once. Larry liked to discover new things, but countless lessons and failures warned him not to take risks. His mother once told him do not try to fly higher, not to yearn for a wider field of vision, it will only make you fall badly. The most important thing is to work hard, complete your work steadily, step by step.

He looked at his watch and quickened his pace.

It was a bit late, some customers were already seated in the restaurant. He lowered his head and quickly put on his uniform. "Larry, go dice the onion." Larry rolled up his sleeves and quietly accepted his task. He was aware of his status and ability, he was not capable of commanding, most of the time he was obedient. He was very agile, sometimes he could even do the work of three or four people. However, as much as he tried to tell himself to be focused all the time, he still got distracted.

"Who is in charge of frying this piece of salmon?"

No one answered.

Larry was clearing the dishes and he didn't hear it. He didn't realize it until the chef walked up to him. "I'm sorry, I just..." He shook his head, blaming himself. He took the pan and dumped the charred salmon into the trash can, he was about to start to defend himself, but stopped. This is not the first time, he knew that if he made a mistake here, finding any reason for himself will only made him look stupid.

In fact, this is not like him, he had never been the type who tolerates, but he understood that he needed to tolerate in order to live

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In fact, this is not like him, he had never been the type who tolerates, but he understood that he needed to tolerate in order to live. He had also quarreled with the chef and his colleagues because of his self-esteem before, Lau saved his job for him. Things often ended up with Larry crying on Laurent's shoulder. "At least you learned, Larry, that's good." Lau would always gently stroked the back of his head, even though his voice was also trembling slightly.

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