Restaurant Overseer For Short Novels & Stories

He knew the restaurant doesn't have the ingredients now but there are many in his space . " The dishes will be here in fifteen minutes then . Guests please have your pastries first. " The manager who came from the Han family already knew the ability of their young masters , he himself had the ring space to store the ingredients and the restaurant and the pastries cafe for a week . He also stored many dishes cooked by Moo's mansion and grilled foods as the alternative dishes . He knows immediately what their first young master meant . " Please take your drink and the pastries first master Su ." The manager said before he left the room to wait for their first young master in the kitchen .

Our customers were mostly office workers and there were also tourists but office workers were the majority of our customers. "Zhairo, clean table four and ask for the new customer's orders," my supervisor instructed me when he entered the staff room. I took a deep breath and tilted my head before fixing my black apron and headed outside. The busy restaurant came into my sight and I took a deep breath before stepping in table four's direction and started my job.

NATHAN'S POV The morning rush had just begun, and already, the restaurant floor buzzed with energy. Orders rang in from the servers' tablets, the kitchen heated up with a symphony of sizzling pans, and the aroma of freshly baked sourdough filled the air. I stood at the pass, checking each plate before it left the kitchen. Being hands-on wasn’t just about control anymore—it was how I stayed sane.

“Since the position was urgent, you will start tomorrow. Your schedule will be handled to you after a week, but for now you work in the mornings for six hours, an hour lunch break and your tips are yours” “That’s pretty generous” Marvis smirked again “Of course” The whole restaurant was a large space that was carefully decorated but had a long winding corridor inside that comprised of offices, a changing room, some stores and then finally the large kitchen where the magic happens. As we walked past, in a hidden corner was a closed door with the Matteo D’angelo plastered on the door and just then I remembered the doorman telling me about the CEO being around today with the name Matteo D’angel

she explained while dishing out the other person's food. “Who are you talking about?” Mrs. Suresh asked in trepidation. “It is the Supervisor, Mom.” “Oh, my God. He should not see it that way,” she said and walked up to him while Ann went to serve the other person. “Good morning, Supervisor. Kindly pardon our oversight,” she apologized officiously. He was surprised to hear her officious tone and decided to lessen it for her.

At present Eiji is being oriented by George on what he should be doing inside the kitchen. He had already introduced him to all of the employees of the restaurant. starting with his staff inside the kitchen up to the servers and manager of the restaurant. He then introduces Eiji to the rest of the hotel staff especially the manager, supervisors, other chefs, and kitchen staff of the other restaurant or kitchen that is also connected with the hotel. Eiji might just be there for a few months but in those few months, they would have lots of events related to the hotel. That is why those who frequently go to the restaurant whenever the hotel has an event must be familiar with Eiji too. They have

A nice young man ask as he comes over to me. “Well I was going to try to speak to the manager in charge or the lead chef.” I say as I look around noticing people glancing my way. “Well I am the manager in charge my name is Ricky. Our lead chef is out she has family obligations. Is there something wrong?” He ask as he looks at me concerned.

“I’m Heather, by the way.” “Lenora,” I replied, inclining my head slightly. “Good,” Heather nodded. “Let’s get started before Madam Maxine comes in.” I frowned faintly. “Who is Maxine?” Heather paused mid-step, glancing back at me with mild surprise. “The head cook,” she explained. “She runs everything here. And trust me,” she added, lowering her voice slightly, “you don’t want to be standing around doing nothing when she walks in.”

However, Terry did not care about this because he really wanted this job. The restaurant owner gave Terry some rice and didn't forget to glare: "Your limbs move rather slowly. I would not have hired you if it weren't for the fact that you beg me! Therefore, do you aware that you must practice more over the coming days?" Terry also only had to shyly "yes" for a few hours. Again, he heard the restaurant owner say: "About the salary, I will also explain it to you clearly." You must spend 10 hours working at a restaurant, not only on serving but also preparing the food ingredients for me to cook before peak hours! You also have 2 days off per month!"

I had learnt how to cook from Ava who doesn't fail to drag my ass to the kitchen whenever she's cooking. "And who said you're here to work? You're just here to manage and oversee everything. It is your restaurant now, I expect you to treat it like yours but that doesn't mean you have to cook, clean or wait tables. We have workers for that. Your work is to just manage and oversee." I blinked at him once. Twice. Maybe three times?