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Being able to say “I am a chef” made Cindy Clarke feel imnsely proud.
However, Eleanor Ward’s mouth curved into a sneer.
“I always thought chefs were mostly n,” said Eleanor. “After all, working in a kitchen is so tough and physically demanding. Handling spoons and such, those pots are so heavy. You’re just a delicate girl, can you bear it?” “I can’t believe it, where do you work?” Eleanor asked again. “We should go there soti and try your cooking.”
“But I heard it’s difficult to get promoted to head chef. At your age, you must still be an apprentice, right?” Eleanor shook her head. “Why would a girl like you choose a physically demanding job with so much grease?”
“And besides, being a chef is pretty much the sa no matter where you go, right? Why bother coming to Belfard, with all the stress and pressure of living here? People co to Belfard to seek better opportunities, better jobs, and expand their networks. But at the sa ti, many give up under the heavy burden of life in Belfard and return ho.”
“But a chef… I haven’t heard of anyone coming to Belfard just for that. If you were the head chef at a fancy hotel, that would be a different story, but as an apprentice, you make so little money. Can you even make ends et in Belfard?”
“Which school did you graduate from? What did you study? How did you co up with the idea of becoming a chef?” Eleanor eagerly asked one question after another.
It sounded like the innocent questioning of a nave girl.
But, being an intern, she’d already seen all sorts of people every day.
Not just patients, but the complex interpersonal relationships between colleagues and superiors.
Even the most innocent person should have learned a bit of tact by now.
At the very least, they should know so basic manners when speaking.
Cindy glanced towards the n’s bathroom door behind Ian Morris. Morgan Zhekova hadn’t co out yet.
But, Cindy had gotten fed up and didn’t want to engage with Eleanor any longer.
Although Ian didn’t know why Cindy had chosen to beco a chef, he knew that she wasn’t an ordinary chef.
At least her inco now was sothing they couldn’t compare to, even if they beca full-fledged doctors.
Feeling embarrassed, Ian tried to stop Eleanor. “Eleanor…”
But, Eleanor suddenly reached out and grabbed Ian’s arm.
Her movent was so natural, as if she’d been used to it for a long ti, and had done it many tis before.
Ian’s arm stiffened, and seeing Cindy’s gaze fall on his arm, he couldn’t help but awkwardly avoid her eyes.
He knew that Eleanor was fond of him.
Not only that, but his peers knew too.
Dating back to their school days, it went without saying.
Even after they were separated for hospital internships, every ti they attended a get-together, his friends would always call Eleanor to co along, creating opportunities for them to be together.
In the past, Eleanor would occasionally grab him in ways that were almost intimate.
For example, holding onto his arm or snuggling up close from behind.
Not wanting to create an embarrassing scene for Eleanor or their friends, Ian refrained from saying anything.
He just hoped that when they were assigned to different hospitals.
And as work got busier, their opportunities to et would decrease.
And he wouldn’t have to confront Eleanor directly.
But he didn’t expect that now, in front of Cindy, she would reveal it.
Embarrassed, Ian tried to pull his arm away from Eleanor’s grasp..
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