Daddy! Come Home for Dinner!

Chapter 344: 344: The More You Speak, The More Outrageous

Where they touched, it was both awkward and way too intimate.

At this moment, Cindy Clarke couldn’t help but understand where Eleanor’s hostility towards her came from.

First, it was Adrian Zhekova who thought Ian Morris had feelings for her, and now Eleanor Ward felt the same way.

It wasn’t that she was narcissistic, but if more than one person thought so, it might very well be true.

Although in this regard, her reactions had always been slow, and she had no experience or sensitivity about emotional matters.

But even if she didn’t trust Eleanor’s feelings, she trusted Adrian’s judgment.

Just as Cindy was about to speak, Eleanor spoke up first: “Since you’re Ian’s classmate, we’re all insiders here. Being a girl, working as a chef isn’t really a solution. You spend every day in the smoky kitchen, working with so many rough people. There are very few female colleagues in your line of work, right?”

“Besides, at the restaurant, the only colleagues you have besides the chefs are the waitstaff. To put it bluntly, they have neither education nor experience. If you hang out with these people for too long, you’ll narrow your horizons too. And the pay isn’t much, it won’t work in Belfard.”

“How about I find you a connection and introduce you to a new job? Even if it’s just an ordinary clerk, it’s still better than working in the kitchen,” Eleanor suggested. “Otherwise, it’s better to go back to Nork City.”

“Eleanor.” Ian Morris reminded her disapprovingly.

“What’s the matter?” Eleanor asked, seemingly confused. “I’m saying this for Cindy’s benefit. A girl, working in a kitchen where all sorts of people can be found – what’s that like?”

“Moreover, the level of contacts you have determines your horizons,” Eleanor continued. “Us doctors have a high social status and the people we meet are of a higher level. What kind of people do chefs meet? There are only a handful of truly top-level head chefs – do you think anyone can become a State Banquet

Chef?”

“Of course, even with a new job, it still won’t compare to being a doctor. But at least it’s better than before.” Eleanor’s words served as a reminder of the gap between Cindy Clarke and Ian Morris’

Disregarding income and judging only by profession,

Cindy Clarke belonged to the social underclass.

And Ian Morris was already in the upper-middle class with a high social status.

Ian secretly tugged at Eleanor, not wanting her to embarrass herself further.

As the number one food blogger and being with Adrian Zhekova, regardless of the nature of their relationship,

Cindy Clarke was by no means what Eleanor thought she was.

“By the way, where are you living now? Chef’s wages aren’t high, and rent in Belfard is particularly expensive. Are you living in one of those basement apartments that cost a few hundred a month? Or are you living in a shared space, where there are several beds in one room? Or, perhaps, in one of those narrow rooms that have been subdivided for rent?” Eleanor’s words became increasingly offensive.

“Those places, as a girl, aren’t safe for you, are they?” Eleanor looked at Cindy as if she had already been taken advantage of and bullied.

“However, with the salary of an ordinary chef’s apprentice, you can’t afford much better accommodations. But that’s okay, if you really can’t change your living environment, you can always go back to Nork City.” Eleanor suggested.

“By the way, are you free today? If you are, why not join us for dinner?” Eleanor invited with a smile..