Bonjour D'Amelie 2

While in the kitchen of D'Amelie's restaurant, William kept an eye on his surroundings. He wondered why the owner refused to sell the restaurant to his company. According to him, there is nothing special about the place.

William suddenly sobbed. His eyes started to sting after he cut a few cloves of garlic.

Esmee, busy making broth, laughed softly at William's sobs. "You must never work in a kitchen before?"

"Not yet," William answered curtly.

"Some of my previous workers used to whistle when they were peeling onions. They said it could reduce the stinging effect you feel when peeling them," says Esmee.

"You ever tried it?"

"I'm not very good at whistling. Besides, I don't need to whistle to lessen the effect," Esmee replied.

"Then, what did you do to lessen the effect?" William again asked Esmee.

Esmee turned to William and smiled broadly. "Hire you."

William was silent for a moment after hearing Esmee's short answer. He stifled a laugh, then suddenly burst out laughing. "I like your answer."

Esmee laughed along and resumed her speech. "In that way, I won't have to peel the onions anymore."

"You have a pretty good sense of humor," William said. He was still laughing as he continued to peel the onions.

"I take that as a compliment. Marie always says I have a bad sense of humor," said Esmee.

"Marie must not have heard this joke," William said.

William and Esmee then both smiled as they continued their work. William snorted as he looked at Esmee.

"Ouch!" shouted William.

Esmee immediately turned to William. "What happens?"

Esmee's eyes widened when she saw William's index finger bleeding. She rushed over to William.

"I cut my finger," William said as Esmee approached him.

Esmee took a deep breath. She then pulled William's hand toward the sink. "The wound should be cleaned using flowing water."

William sighed as Esmee cleaned the cut on her index finger under the sink water. Suddenly, he winced at the pain he felt. "I should have been more careful."

"Knife cuts in the kitchen are common," says Esmee. She wiped the wound on William's index finger using a dry towel near the sink.

William was silent and watched what Esmee did to him.

After she finished wiping William's wound, Esmee looked at William with a small smile. "Wait a minute. I'll get the plaster."

William smiled awkwardly at Esmee and nodded slowly. Then Esmee walked over to the first aid kit hanging near the kitchen door. She took a plaster and ointment from the box and returned to William.

Once again, William could only stare at what Esmee did to him. Esmee painstakingly applied ointment over the wound and immediately covered it with the plaster she had brought.

"After this, you have to be more careful. Don't cut your ten fingers on your first day working. I don't have that much plaster," Esmee told William.

William responded to Esmee's words while laughing softly. "I'll keep that in mind. Merci."

Esmee nodded her head. "Back to work. I don't want to starve my customers."

"Yes, Boss," said William.

"Oh, my broth," Esmee shrieked when she remembered making broth. She immediately ran to the pot containing the broth she was making.

While Esmee was busy with her broth again, William was still standing. He looked at his index finger, wrapped in plaster by Esmee. William chuckled, then returned to the kitchen table and continued peeling the garlic.

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William immediately plopped down on the black sofa Charles was sitting on in the front room of their temporary residence. He took a deep breath as he leaned his head against the back of the couch.

"What's in that restaurant?" asked Charles.

William shook his head. "There's nothing in the restaurant. As far as I can see, there's nothing special about the restaurant. It's like a dying older man waiting to die. Somehow the owner insists she doesn't want to sell it."

"Have you met the owner?"

William nodded his head. "She turned out to be quite young. I thought she was an old woman with crescent moon glasses on her nose."

"Isn't the owner sixty years old written on the file?" Charles again asked William.

"Maybe it was the previous owner. Because it was a young woman who hired me to work there," answered William.

Charles nodded his head. "I'll recheck their license. If they haven't fixed who owns it, we can take advantage of that by reporting them."

William nodded slowly. He then showed Charles the wound on his index finger. "Look, I sliced ​​my finger on my first day there. Do you think this is a good sign or a bad one?"

Charles shrugged. "I don't believe in such a thing. What are you doing?"

"I peeled the onions," William replied.

Charles immediately glared at William. "You? Peeling onions?"

William nodded his head again. "It was not in smug that I learned to cook a little with my chef before going to that restaurant."

"So you can make her believe you can work in a restaurant?" said Charles.

"There's nothing I can't do," William said with a proud smile.

"You'd better get a quick shower, Will. The onion smell wafts up from you," Charles said.

William sniffed the scent on his body. He frowned as soon as he smelled the garlic aroma on his body. Then William Stood up from his seat, took off his shirt, and threw it in Charles' face.

"William!" said Charles, removing William's shirt from his face.

William giggled and stepped into his room to clean himself.

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Esmee took a deep breath after she counted her restaurant income today. With the restaurant's income shrinking, Esmee has to rack her brain to buy raw food ingredients, pay employees, and make ends meet.

Esmee rubbed her eyes which felt sore after staring at her laptop screen. After that, she looked at her photo with her mother next to his laptop. "How is it, Mom? I can't give up this restaurant. But I can't go on like this either."

Esmee stood up from her seat. She looked at the street lamp not far from her restaurant. She then walked to the window of her room on the second floor of her restaurant. "What should I do? Should I sell this restaurant?"

Esmee quickly shook her head. "No, no. I will never sell this restaurant. This restaurant is a legacy from my family."

Esmee finally shifted from her bedroom window to the bed. She leaned back and took a deep breath. After that, she pulled the blanket and rested after a long day.

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