Slightly turning his head, he saw Liu Li had turned away, pretending to calmly pack her things.
However, her back was trembling slightly, clearly suppressing some kind of discomfort.
It was this trembling back that touched Lu Chen's heart. He refused Miao Yuemei's generous offer.
"Young man, your skills are excellent, but don't be ungrateful. You know, even my top pastry chef only earns twelve thousand a month, without any subsidies!" Miao Yuemei said angrily.
Lu Chen shrugged: "I'm not interested. Please go ahead, I won't see you out."
She was talking as if she were the owner.
"You!" Miao Yuemei, barely containing her anger, said, "Fine, I'll give you an extra ten thousand every month. If you do well and can mentor apprentices for me, I'll even give you a share of the profits!"
"Take care, goodbye!" Lu Chen bowed to her. "Bye-bye!"
"You little b*st*rd!" Miao Yuemei exploded. "You just wait, I don't believe I can't get rid of you!"
With that, she turned and stormed off.
Calling me a little b*st*rd? Lu Chen was secretly annoyed and couldn't help but curse inwardly: May you fall and die!
Suddenly, he felt another energy stir deep within his body, like a ripple on the surface of water, or like another flower quietly blooming.
Immediately afterward, Miao Yuemei suddenly cried out and fell to the ground without any apparent disturbance.
The fall was so violent that Lu Chen couldn't bear to watch.
He was filled with surprise. Could it be that the second power of the Seven Life Flower had activated?
The Seven-Life Flower, seven flowers of different colors, represents seven different energies. The first energy activated so far is the power of a culinary god. But what is the second superpower?
It can actually make curses effective—isn't that the power of a curse god?
Lu Chen was practically jumping for joy. This Seven-Life Flower was truly fascinating, practically a rare treasure! There were still five energies yet to awaken; it was truly something to look forward to!
Miao Yuemei suddenly tripped and fell outside. Liu Li, who was in the shop, saw it too. Watching her scramble to her feet, cursing and limping away, she chuckled.
That laugh was quite charming, making Lu Chen feel like he was basking in a spring breeze.
He asked Liu Li if she was going to accept him as a guest.
Liu Li looked at him with a strange expression, but she suppressed it and only asked, "Why?"
Lu Chen wasn't stupid; of course he knew why Liu Li asked why. He had already prepared his answer.
And so, he launched into a long, detailed explanation.
First, Miao Yuemei had over a dozen pastry chefs working under her. If he went there, his exceptional skills would surely lead to him being ostracized. He was unhappy in the job, and even a monthly salary of 100,000 wouldn't bring him joy. He had experienced this before.
Second, he was an ambitious pastry chef. Miao Yuemei's company was already thriving, and there wouldn't be much room for him to grow. Moon's Fang, on the other hand, was perfect for his grand ambitions.
Third, he could tell that Miao Yuemei harbored ulterior motives towards him. He didn't want to be drugged by her one night and find himself defiled the next morning. If he was going to lose his virginity, he wanted it to be to a beauty like Liu Li.
After listening, Liu Li suppressed a smile: "Anything else?"
"One, two, three..." Lu Chen said, "No, that's all."
"Because your skills are exceptional, even reaching an artistic level. So, I can add 500 yuan to your monthly salary on the sign at the door. That's all for now. If things develop..."
Liu Li's expression was very serious: "I can afford the price she offered!"
"Deal!" Lu Chen waved his hand at Liu Li, the two of them behaving almost like they were making a vow.
"By the way, boss, now that I'm working for you, how about... can I get an advance on one month's salary?"
The next day, passersby at Crescent Moon were amazed to find the pastry shop filled with all sorts of mouthwatering pastries, strangely shaped, brightly colored, and looking incredibly delicious.
Lu Chen and Liu Li had spent the entire night making them.
That day, they sold a third of the pastries. After calculating all expenses, they made a net profit of about 2,700 yuan. Liu Li was quite satisfied, but Lu Chen still couldn't be sure about the results.
"Honestly, I thought it would sell out in a day, how come only a third has been sold? It must be because not enough people know about it yet!"
The following day, Lu Chen had Liu Li find two temporary helpers, and then he sat outside the shop, silently chanting in his mind: "You, come in and buy my pastries! Come in!"
This was an inspiration he had drawn from the incident two days ago where a curse had caused Miao Yuemei to fall. If there really were such magical things as curse gods, there shouldn't only be negative curses, but also positive ones.