Gu Xin Ye stormed off from the kitchen and headed back to the hall in anger.
The frown on her face deepened as she recalled what the manager had told her earlier.
Last night, Qin Zhan showed her around the pastry kitchen and assured her that the desserts were done. They just needed to stay in the chiller and he would bring it out for the dessert-tasting event later. Before he left the pastry kitchen, Qin Zhan closed the walk-in chiller's door tightly.
Who would have thought that the moment he came to the kitchen the next morning, he would find that the door was ajar and that the desserts that were supposed to be on the shelf were on the floor?
Someone had entered the pastry kitchen's chiller and pushed off the shelf.
Fortunately, Qin Zhan was someone who often came to work earlier than everyone else. He liked to work when it was quiet.
