Minji's Voice - Bbangsaz

Chapter 18

Warning: Smut 18+ 🔥

Hanni's POV

The next day, my phone shook me out of a deep sleep.

I looked at the clock.

Four thirty in the morning?

What the hell?

"Hello," I said dazedly, pressing the answer button.

"Dear?" It was Maggie.

"Hey, Mags, what's up?" I asked, worried now.

"Honey, I'll take you up on your offer to work in the kitchen today. Norm was up all night throwing up. If you decide you don't want to do it, that's fine. But if that's the case, we're going to have to put a closed sign on the door."

I remained silent for a moment, knowing that closing the restaurant for just one day was going to cost them a lot. Her children were adults, but I had overheard Maggie mention to a friend that she and Norm had been working hard for the past two years to make up for the retirement they hadn't saved while her children were in college. "Of course I will, Maggie."

She let out a sigh. "Okay, great. Thank you so much, honey. See you there?"

"Yeah, and tell Norm to get better."

"I will, honey, thank you."

I hung up.

I was going to cook for people today.

I sat there for a couple of minutes, but I didn't feel anxious about it, other than the nervousness of being able to fulfill the orders that came in.

Maybe it was because I had already cooked for Minji, or maybe it was just because I was in a better place now regarding my emotions and fears. In any case, I didn't have time to sit here and think about it all day. I needed to get to the restaurant and start preparing the kitchen.

I took a quick shower, put on my uniform, dried my hair and put it up in a low bun, making sure all my hair was contained. I took Milly out and then fed him, and ran out the door.

Ten minutes later, I was walking towards the restaurant, Maggie had obviously just arrived minutes before me.

"I'll help you get settled," she said. "It's pretty simple, though. If you're comfortable making eggs, some omelettes, bacon and pancakes, you'll be fine. Nothing we serve is too complicated."

I nodded.

"I think I'll be fine, Maggie. Just let the customers know that this is my first day and I hope they can tolerate their food being a few minutes later than they're used to." I smiled.

"I'll take care of them." She smiled back.

We took care to take all the omelette ingredients out of the refrigerator and put them in the containers at the back of the counter behind the grill for easy access. Maggie took several cartons of eggs and put them in containers in the refrigerator under the counter so they would be ready for me to pour directly onto the grill as well. Half an hour later, I felt like all my ingredients were prepared. Maggie went to start making coffee and change the sign on the door from 'closed' to 'open'.

The bell began to ring above the door a few minutes later as the first customers began to enter.

I spent the morning making omelettes, frying bacon and hash browns, and pouring pancake batter onto the griddle. A few times I fell a little behind, but overall, for the first time in this particular kitchen, and cooking for large numbers of people over a period of time, I felt very good about the work I had done. I could tell that Maggie was pleased too, from all the winks and smiles she shot me through the open window.