Chapter 149: Bowing and Apologizing

Hearing the words "tired," Lin Suyang and Zhao An immediately showed expressions of sudden realization. Everyone had been in leadership positions and experienced times when the pressure was too high, and the workload was too heavy to complete.

It was one thing to be busy, but if the people under you were unreliable, it was infuriating.

If someone messed up at a critical time, it wasn't just about scolding; it could make you want to kill someone.

Although the hotel kitchen now had more staff than before, there was still only one head chef, Xu Bo.

He was there from morning till night every day, and under such intense work pressure, even the most good-natured person couldn't hold up.

...

Soon, a new bowl of tin-foil clams with vermicelli and spicy beef noodles was ready.

"Take it to that guest, explain the situation, and apologize," Xu Bo said sternly to the female chef.

The female chef, her eyes red and hands nervously clasped together, showed an expression of extreme embarrassment and reluctance.

She was clearly too embarrassed to go.

"Jo Nige, girls are thin-skinned. I'll go this time," said the prep chef, stepping in to help the female chef out of her predicament.

"And it was my fault for not giving clear instructions. It's on me."

Xu Bo's anger flared up again. "Is she your mother? Why are you helping her?!"

"You don't work properly and come in front of me to act like a hero?!"

"If you really want to apologize, apologize to the soup pot, apologize to the cutting board,"

"Apologize to the chefs who had to redo their work because of her mistake!"

After scolding, Xu Bo stood in front of the female chef and said word by word,

"If you make a mistake, you must admit it."

"I'll count to three. If you don't go, get out of my kitchen. I don't need chefs like you!"

"Three,"

"Two,"

Before he could say "one," the female chef clenched her fists and shouted, "I'll go."

She bit her lip, picked up the bowl of noodles from the table, and walked out of the kitchen.

...

In the Sunken Ship Restaurant, Xu Badie was eating his noodles when suddenly a female chef in a kitchen uniform cautiously approached with a bowl of noodles.

"Sir, due to my oversight, I forgot to add Thai pepper rings and cilantro to your noodles earlier. I am very sorry," the female chef said, her voice trembling between wanting to cry and trying to control it.

Her eyes were very red, clearly holding back tears. She looked like she had been severely scolded.

All the nearby guests were curiously watching her.

"Sir, this is a new bowl of tin-foil clams with vermicelli and spicy beef noodles from our kitchen."

"To make up for your loss, tonight's beef noodles are on the house."

"I hope my mistake doesn't affect your trust in our hotel restaurant's food."

As she spoke, she placed the new bowl of noodles on the table.

"I'm really sorry for the poor dining experience my mistake has caused you."

"I am truly sorry."

Her voice choked up more as she spoke, and she bowed deeply to Xu Badie.

Standing up, she choked out again, "I am truly sorry."

Before she could bow a third time, Xu Badie hurriedly stood up and stopped her.

"It's fine, this bowl of noodles is great. I'm enjoying it."

"Really, it's fine! No need to apologize anymore. It's just some Thai pepper rings and cilantro… no big deal."

"Thank you for the noodles."

The female chef nodded gratefully and returned to the kitchen.

...

Back in the kitchen, Lin Suyang and Zhao An, sensing the heavy atmosphere, had already retreated with their tools.

The other employees were working hard at their stations.

Xu Bo stood behind the noodle counter, skillfully and quickly pulling noodles, with a long face as if someone owed him money.

"Chef, I apologized. The guest accepted it," the female chef said, trembling as she spoke.

Xu Bo glanced at her and said, "Be more careful next time. Go back to work."

Am I really off the hook?

The female chef was stunned. She had expected another round of harsh scolding.

But Xu Bo's anger flared up quickly and subsided just as fast. He had gone from a volcanic eruption to calm skies in an instant.

"Thank you, Chef!" 

She quickly said, then hurried back to help with the prep work.

...

At the poolside bar, An Xia was playing the guitar, singing folk songs on stage.

In the soft, colorful lighting, Lu Bin sat on a chair in front of the bar, enjoying the quiet atmosphere.

Behind the bar, the staff were earnestly learning how to mix drinks.

Recently, the bar staff had been pestering Lu Bin to learn some of his bartending tricks and skills, combining them with his videos. In just a few days, they were doing quite well.

"I noticed your boss doesn't come here often," Lu Bin said curiously.

In the past few days, he hadn't seen Chen Jianhai since that first day.

As a bar owner, even if he didn't come every night, he should at least drop by every few days, right?

Isn't this hands-off management a bit too carefree?

The bar staff were used to it. "Our boss is very busy. He doesn't have time to come often."

Lu Bin was even more curious. "Does your boss have other businesses besides this bar?"

The bar staff replied, "Brother Bin, it's not like that."

"It's not that our boss has other businesses besides this bar."

"The whole hotel is his. This bar is just a small part of the hotel."

Lu Bin: (*)

"This big hotel is all his?!"

The bar staff nodded, "Yes, it's all his."

"Our hotel used to be much smaller, only five floors and one pool."

"Everything you see now was just renovated recently."

As he said this, the bar staff's eyes shone with admiration.

"Don't be fooled by our boss's young and unassuming appearance; he's actually very capable!"

"Brother Bin, although I've advised you countless times, I really want to persuade you again."

"If you decide to settle in Nanjiang, you should work at our hotel. The benefits and environment are really great."

"Although our boss seems stingy, he's very generous to us. The salary and bonuses are excellent."

"Think it over…"

Lu Bin nodded, looking thoughtfully at the hotel building in front of him.