Chapter 883 - My Bad Temper (1/2)

“He is only an odd-job worker. That is absolutely impossible,” Little Zhao shouted with his finger pointed at Yuan Zhou.

Little Zhao wasn’t exactly an idiot. If his brain was working normally, he would never utter such words before his master.

But envy could cause one to lose one’s judgment. Many conducts that seemed idiotic were actually done when one was envious.

Moreover, Little Zhao was telling the truth. It was true that Yuan Zhou used to be an odd-job worker at the kitchen. Little Zhao was merely protecting his restaurant by saying that.

Unfortunately, words could never be spoken indiscriminately.

Therefore…

“Is this a madman?” Meng Meng looked at Little Zhao in disbelief, feeling like this guy had mental problems.

“Zhao Xin!” Cao Zhishu turned and shouted with a grave voice.

“Heh, I have a bad temper. Do you want to try my fist? Let me tell you that if you don’t give a proper apology, don’t dream of leaving this door today,” Master Cheng rolled his sleeves up in preparation for a brawl.

However, since Yuan Zhou had not spoken, Master Cheng did not dare to act recklessly. After all, he truly saw Yuan Zhou as his master and therefore, he needed to abide by his master’s wishes.

Yuan Zhou gave Little Zhao a glance and spoke like it was nothing.

“You really do remember me. But we were never that close, right?” Yuan Zhou said in astonishment.

Yuan Zhou did not feel offended. Rather, he started recollecting his past at that hotel.

In truth, Little Zhao did not have any enmity with Yuan Zhou. After all, Little Zhao used to be the sous-chef while Yuan Zhou was merely the odd-job worker there. Even if there were work politics, there wouldn’t be any between the two of them.

And thus, Yuan Zhou was shocked the other day to find that Little Zhao still remembered him. And now, looking at Little Zhao’s look of hatred, Yuan Zhou was completely confused and could not make sense of the reason for this enmity.

“So you have never learned from Head Chef Yuan before?” Cao Zhishu frowned and asked while rubbing his bald head.

“Learn my ass. Cao Zhishu, you are the one who brought him here. Give an explanation on his behalf,” Master Cheng shouted.

Being angrily glared at by so many people, with one of them being his master, Little Zhao became panicky. But when he saw the confused expression on Yuan Zhou, he felt like his enmity was completely a one-man show. This caused his temper to flare up, instantly giving him more courage.

“I am telling the truth. He really was an odd-job worker!” Little Zhao pointed at Yuan Zhou and emphasized.

“Do you want to be dead, crippled, or bleeding? I will deal with all the consequences,” Master Cheng said as he looked around, looking for a suitable weapon. He was obviously looking for a knife.

“What are you being all agitated for? He is my disciple. I do not need you to deal with him,” Cao Zhishu said as he gave Little Zhao a slap.

Pa. The slap resounded throughout the restaurant.

In the beginning, Cao Zhishu was stunned by Little Zhao’s sudden outrage and did not have the chance to do anything. This time, he decisively gave him a slap before gazing at Little Zhao coldly.

The slap was imprinted on Little Zhao’s face, instantly clearing his head.

“Sorry, Head Chef Yuan. I seem to have lost control of myself earlier. I’m sorry,” Little Zhao bowed and apologized without hesitation, his tone filled with sincerity.

“I am terribly sorry about this, Head Chef Yuan. It is my fault for failing to discipline my disciple,” Cao Zhishu bowed his head and voiced his apology as well.