In the evening after getting off work, Yao Shi found Fu Yu and asked him to take a day off tomorrow.
"We got a birthday banquet order over there, the guest has booked 120 tables, the kitchen is short-handed, could you go and help out?"
Upon hearing this, Fu Yu's eyes lit up.
Previously, Yao Shi had said he would pay him a chef's salary.
A base salary of 5000 a month, calculated over 30 days, that's 167.
Besides that, he gets a 10 yuan commission per table.
For 120 tables, that's 1200 yuan!
Fu Yu could almost hear his own excited heartbeat.
The next morning, Fu Yu got up early, took two bus rides, and arrived at the music restaurant on time.
It wasn't even eight o'clock yet, but the front desk receptionists and waiters were already in place.
As soon as Fu Yu entered, he ran into Qu Jing.
Qu Jing came over to talk to the receptionist, glanced up at Fu Yu, and greeted him with a smile, "Chef Fu, you're here!"
Fu Yu nodded at her, "Good morning!"
