Chapter 0329


    Abby


    We’re nearing the end of the night, and although my feet are more sore than they’ve ever been and


    there’s a fine sheen of sweat on my skin, it’s a good sort of exhaustion that I’m feeling.


    I’m taking a moment to stand beside the line, sipping on some ice cold water to calm my nerves. It’s


    been a whirlwind of a night, but we’ve finally beat the second wave of orders, and now we’re just tying


    up loose ends before the kitchen is officially closed.


    As I nce around, making sure everything is in order, I hear the kitchen door swing open. I look up,


    expecting to see Daisy or another server bustle in, but there’s no one; just the door swinging on its


    hinges.


    “Hello?” I call out, a bit confused. There’s no answerI can’t see very well over the line, and John and


    Anton have their backs turned.


    Figuring that it was just a random gust of wind or someone opening the wrong door in search of the


    bathroom, I decide to walk around the line to take a look—just in case.


    But as I approach, I gasp in surprise.


    There, standing in the doorway, are the two little children from earlier in the evening. They’re still


    dressed in their fancy clothes, but their faces are now smeared with chocte more than before, and


    they look like they’ve been having quite the adventure.


    “Chef Abby!” the little girl exims, pointing her chocte-covered finger at me.


    I quickly wipe my hands on my apron, my concern mounting. “Hey, you two,” I say gently, crouching


    down to their eye level. “What are you doing in here? It’s not safe for little kids in the kitchen.”


    The two children exchange nces, their faces breaking into mischievous smiles. The boy, with


    chocte all over his cheeks, points to a nearby pot on the stove. “We wanted toe and help cook,”


    he exins with a grin.


    I can’t help butugh at their innocence. “Well, I appreciate the offer,” I say with a chuckle, “but little


    children aren’t allowed in the kitchen. It can be a dangerous ce.”


    Standing, I reach out and take their tiny hands. “Come on,” I say, leading them back toward the kitchen


    door. “Let’s find your mom.”


    We step back into the party area, and I can see the relief on the faces of the partygoers, especially


    their mother, who has clearly been frantically searching for her children. She rushes over to us, her


    eyes filled with worry.


    “Oh, thank goodness you found them!” she exims, gathering her children into her arms. “I was so


    worried.”


    I give her an understanding smile. “They just wanted to explore a bit,” I exin, “but I couldn’t let them


    stay in the kitchen. It’s not safe.”


    She nods, scolding her children gently. “You two should never sneak into the kitchen like that. It’s


    dangerous, and you could get hurt.”


    The children hang their heads, looking contrite. “Sorry, mom,” they mumble in unison.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    I wave it off with a smile. “It’s not a big deal; I caught it before anything happened.”


    Crouching down to the children''s level once more, I give them an encouraging smile. “Someday, when


    you’re older, you can work in a kitchen if you want. But for now, it’s best to stay out, okay?” Co?tent оf


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    The children''s eyes light up with curiosity and excitement at the thought. “Really?” the boy asks.