Chapter 20: A Sleepless Night
Chapter 20: A Sleepless Night
“Where’s Johnny?”
The apprentice rolled his eyes at the familiar, irritating voice and looked up at Lance. “You can’t just call him by his name. You should say ‘boss’ or ‘sir!’”
“And you missed tonight’s peak hours. The boss is furious and says he’s docking your pay—a lot of it!”
The apprentice smirked, his expression one of petty satisfaction.
Though his own life was miserable—over six months in the bakery, and all he’d learned was kneading dough. The chubby boss was meticulous about protecting his recipes. The apprentice knew the basic ingredients but had no idea about proportions or the sequence.
His time had been spent laboring over dough, shaping loaves, and putting them in the oven. Beyond that, he’d learned nothing.
Despite this, he carried an inexplicable sense of superiority, especially toward Lance. Teasing Lance was his twisted way of finding solace, though ever since his mother’s humiliating visit, his sense of superiority had started to crumble.
Still, his habit of mocking Lance persisted.