The President's Accidental Wife

Chapter 1535

Mckenzie’s face was full of joy as she saw this.

Compared to her son, Grace was so clumsy!

Charlie began to stir the ingredients. He didn't need to stir them quickly, but it was heavy work.

Charlie felt relaxed until noon.

It was hot in July. The sun was baking the road. Chalie was next to the fire.

He wore a T-shirt but was still sweating.

His T-shirt was wet through with sweat, clinging to his body.

He wiped the sweat off his hot face, which was lit by fire.

Mckenzie told him not to leave the iron pot, or the ingredients would be burnt. He had to constantly and evenly stir them.

Finally, Charlie finished stirring the ingredients. He began to mash them. The mortar was small, while Charlie's hands were big, so they inevitably rubbed against the mortar and became red and swollen.

He had to mash a large pot of ingredients and did it bit by bit.

Charlie sat for too long, feeling his waist painful. He could only stand up. However, standing for too long made his legs numb.

Thus, he sat, stood, sat, and stood...

When he finished work, it was already six o’clock in the evening.

Mckenzie asked him to send the ingredients to the branch store and then come back to check the accounts.

After all the work was done, it was already 9.00 p.m. After having dinner at the restaurant, Charlie drove back to the villa.

The servant had run him a bath in advance. He lay in the bathtub, feeling exhausted. His arms started to be sore, and his palms were chafed.

As soon as he lay in bed, the manager of his company called him, saying that Charlie needed to read several documents and make final decisions.

Charlie couldn't go to the company tomorrow, so he asked his assistant to drive to the manager and bring the documents back. He dealt with them at home.

After that, it was eleven o'clock. He was very tired, smoking a cigarette before going to bed.

Early in the morning.

Mckenzie was already waiting for him in the restaurant. When she didn't see him there, she directly called and urged him.

The staff in the restaurant was wondering why it was Charlie rather than Grace that came to the restaurant.

Summer knew the news, sneering, "He deserves it! He should have gone to the restaurant and realized how hard and dirty the work is! Let him suffer what Grace suffered!"

The ingredients were increasing because the sales were rising, which meant more ingredients were needed and the kitchen would be busier.

Charlie frowned deeply and said to Mckenzie, "Mom, how about buying a machine? It will be more efficient."

"Other restaurants have long switched to machines, and only our restaurant insists on dealing with the ingredients by hand. Stirring the ingredients by hand can make them more fragrant. That's why we insist, so what's the point of buying a machine?"

No one else knew how tiring it was to stir, mash, and send the ingredients, check the accounts, and deal with the urgent documents after returning to the villa at night.

Therefore, Charlie fell asleep quickly these days.

He finished work a little earlier this day. Billy called him to go to the bar. This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

"I heard that you’re now a head chef. How does it feel?" Billy said teasingly.

"Stop it.” Charlie pushed him, lay down on the sofa, picked up a glass of wine, and drank it.

"If possible, I would close the restaurant."

Mark glanced at him without speaking.

Billy raised his eyebrows and asked, "Why? I heard that it is doing very well!"

"It would be okay if the ingredients were prepared by professionals, but now it's my duty!"

Charlie took a sip of wine with annoyance.