The woman extended her hand with a smile on her face. "Je m'appelle Angélique Laurent. Désolée. J'ai du mal à parler anglais. ( My name is Angélique Laurent. Sorry. I have difficulty speaking in english )"
Jared took her hand to shake and introduced himself. "Jared Hale. C'est bon, je comprends. ( Jared Hale. It's okay, i understand )"
"Puis-je vous parler de ce sujet?. ( Can i talk to you about the matter? )"
He looked around and all eyes were on them. He turned to Sandra who was beside him. "She said she wanted to talk to me"
Sandra was taken aback and immediately nodded. "Sure. Go ahead"
He grabbed the Chairs and sat far from the other staff.
"Alors, tu veux apprendre à cuisiner les plats que j'ai préparés ? C'est facile, mais euh... je ne travaille pas ici, je suis juste venu aider pour la nuit. ( So, you want to learn how to cook the dishes i made? That's easy, but uhh... i'm not working here, i only came to help for the night )"
The girl's face sunken in sadness. She wanted to cook for her mother so she wanted to learn the dishes that her mother liked, but the person who made it was not working in the restaurant.
"N'y a-t-il vraiment aucun moyen de m'apprendre ? Je promets que je vais vous payer. Je vais louer une cuisine et acheter des ingrédients, s'il vous plaît, apprenez-moi. J'apprendrai peu importe à quel point c'est difficile, s'il vous plaît, écoutez-moi. ( Is there really no way to teach me? I promise i will pay you. I will rent a kitchen and buy ingredients just please teach me. I will learn no matter how hard it is, just please hear me out )"
"Hum. Laissez-moi réfléchir... ( Hmm. Let me think... )"
Jared stared at the woman's pleading face. Her hands were clasping, as if begging for him to agree.
She was eager to learn to serve her beloved mother.
After contemplating for a moment and waiting for Jared to make up his mind. She took out her tiny book and wrote down her number and gave it to him.
"C'est mon numéro. Il ne nous reste qu'une semaine avant de retourner à Franz. Si par hasard tu es prêt à m'apprendre, je te paierai. S'il te plaît, appelle-moi. Je voulais vraiment servir à ma mère les plats qu'elle aimait. C'est bien si ce n'est qu'un plat. J'ai goûté le canard à la sauce aux mûres et aux agrumes. Maman aime les mûres donc elle a vraiment aimé ce plat. ( This is my number. We only have a week left before going back to Franz. If by any chance that you are willing to teach me, i will pay you. Please call me. I really wanted to serve my mother the dishes she liked. It's fine if it's only one dish. I tasted the duck with Blackberry and citrus sauce. Mom likes blackberries so she really loved the dish )"
The girl immediately turned her back and left without hearing his answer. After the Angélique left, Sandra walked towards him and couldn't contain her long-buried questions since earlier.
"You speak Prench? You are amazing! What did she say?"
The staff also voiced out their praises. Not only was he handsome and talented in cooking, he was also proficient in speaking foreign language.
"She wanted me to teach her how to cook the dishes i made. She said her mother liked berries so she wanted to cook a dish to serve her mother"
Jared was staring at the number on the paper with a name written on it.
'system. What was my mission again?'
[Ding!
Mission 1: Please people by your cooking and obtain positive and honest praises.
Mission 2: Invite someone and cook for them until they are satisfied.
Reward/Rewards: Ownership of the Property+Random Roulette.
Mission Failure: The system will deactivate for one month.
Mission Limit: 48 hours]
With a 48 hour limitation, Jared already completed the plans in his mind. The first mission was for tonight's accomplishment, while the second was already in place and just needed to be implemented.
'can't say no to the young woman's plea to learn'
Heading back out, Angélique and the woman sat back on their seats. Angélique's mother shifted her eyes on her daughter.
"Ma chérie, qu'as-tu fait en cuisine ? Avez-vous demandé un autre aliment ? Ils ont des serveurs ici, ils viendront à vous si vous voulez quelque chose. ( My dear, what did you do in the kitchen? Did you ask for another food? They have waiters here, they will come to you if you want something )"
Angélique shook her head with a smile.
"Non, maman. Je suis juste allée là-bas pour féliciter la cuisinière qui a préparé des plats si merveilleux. ( No, mom. I just went there to praise the cook who made such wonderful dishes )"
Her mother is a fruit lover especially berries. She doesn't want her mother to know her plan to surprise her. She needed to polish her cooking skill first, before letting them know. Her mother liked the dishes, especially with berries.
"This is so good. I think i will have to replicate this dish when i get home"
"Me too. This is beyond flavorful. I never knew that the old man had such a talented cook"
"Ahaha! I have a reliable cook, my friend. My head chef is in the hospital, so my sous chef was the one who prepares the dishes for tonight, though i don't know what kind of magic she pulls, but this is good, the best"
"It was simply amazing that I couldn't get enough"
They are exchanging words but Angélique has difficulty translating in her mind. She's not very proficient in speaking their language so she needed the help of her translator.
"Que disent-ils ?. ( What are they saying? )"
"Ils ont aimé la nourriture et n'en ont jamais eu assez. Ils ont même dit qu'ils voulaient reproduire le plat à leur retour à la maison pour le manger en famille. ( They liked the food and couldn't get enough of it. They even said they want to replicate the dish when they get home for them to eat with their family )"
Hearing what the translator's words immediately brought a smile to her face. Jared's face was already imprinted on her mind.
While the table was filled with positive praises and endless chattering and laughter, Jared checked his phone to see the time. It was already 10 p.m when drowsiness came rushing in. The other staff were already left and only a handful of staff left.
"Are you tired? You can go home if you want. Give me your E-number so that i can give you the payment tomorrow. I saw you riding a bike, the roads are dangerous at night so you better go home" the thoughtful Sandra said when she saw Jared blinking consecutively.
"Okay. Thank you"
He exited from the backdoor and rode his bike away from the restaurant. The tiredness he felt gradually faded as the chilly night breeze continued to touch his body. The brightness of the streets and big buildings gave him a sense of security, but when he arrived at the old suburban community, the structures and residences were different from the place he had been an hour before. The suburban community wasn't a slum, but it wasn't particularly wealthy either. Standing in one area, it felt like a separate world. The only thing that separated them from the Central were the lined-up trees.
Soon, when Jared arrived at the apartment, he chained his bicycle and went inside his room. He immediately took a bath then walked towards the tiny veranda. He lit up the cigarette in his mouth and stared at the towering buildings from afar. Though he had a luxury Villa and millions in his account, he still could not believe the abrupt changes that were happening in his life.
Jared soon arrived at the flat, secured his bicycle and entered his room. He quickly took a shower and walked to the small veranda. He lit the cigarette in his mouth and observed the tall structures from a distance. Despite having a magnificent villa and millions in his account, he is still unable to get used to sudden changes in his life.
'ting!'
His phone screen lit up followed by the pop-up messages from his E-wallet account and Sandra.
(You have received 10,000GC from Sandra M*. Please check your E-wallet account)
Jared was taken aback when he saw the number. The money was too much for only a few hours of working.
From Sandra.
The owner liked your performance. He gave you a tip and said you deserved it. Thank you.
"Wow. How generous" he stated while reading the message and slid the phone in his pocket.
From a distance, he watched the night sky and various shades of lights, his thoughts turning swiftly to the goal. He had already completed the first mission, but the system notice did not ring. He suspected there was a problem, but the mission clearly stated that he was to please people with his cuisine and gain positive and honest praise from them, which he did, but he was perplexed as to why he had not received the expected rapid notification.
After the deep thinking, he surrendered and planned the second mission. The face of Angélique quickly came to mind. He took out the paper from his bag and stared at the name and phone number for a few moments.
'i guess Angélique will be the one to be invited'