Chapter 94

Looking toward the sound, I could see Bate, with a rather disconcerted face, talking to someone.

"Didn't you hear that? I'm asking you to leave the store now. What do you think?"

The skinny middle-aged man with a cranky impression seemed quite troublesome to talk to.

When I see him keeps picking his ears and clicking his tongue.

But at the same time, the man's eyes kept glancing through the shop.

His eyes were full of greed.

"The contract is due next year! And at the time of the contract, It will allow me to run the store for the next 10 years without worrying..."

"That's what my father said before he died. I didn't agree with you on that!"

"No matter what..."

Bate was always smiling softly, but now he's pale.

"It's only been two years since I opened the store, and I'm barely settling in."

"Oh, well, it's none of my business?"

The man who appeared to be the owner of the building had no interest in Bate's circumstances.

He seemed to inherit the building because of his father's death, but the new owner was busy looking around the building that suddenly became his.

"Oh, my father, this nice building at such a ridiculous price..."

It was a murmur that I didn't know if he was talking to himself or if he wanted anyone else to listen.

The more so, the more Bate's handsome face was imbued with despair.

But he's not giving up, Bate said, approaching the landlord once again.

"I'll raise the rent and give it to you. Please reconsider."

However, rather than accepting Bate's offer, the landlord was smitten with laughter.

And Bate said while flipping up and down.

"Looks like you're quite young. Life shouldn't be so easy to get there."

"Ea, easy, easy... Ha."

Bate swept up his bangs and swallowed a grin.

He had a lot to say, but couldn't bring herself to say it.

"This bakery is so famous, isn't it? I was wondering how delicious it was. Now that I see it, it was thanks to a good seat.”

The last thing the new landlord said seemed to be the limit of Bate.

"We're open now, so let's make a timely appointment next time and talk again. I'll visit you."

"Oh, thank you."

The landlord shook one hand in annoyance.

"Not much longer to say. When you're done with your contract now, be ready to leave."

And the man left the store.

"Sigh..."

Bate sighed deeply.

That's the only way.

It's time for 'Caramel Avenue' to go viral and recover its investment

No wonder the new owner suddenly told him to leave the store.

Bate with a frowned brow looked back at me and met my eyes.

I said with a smile, not a panic.

"Here's, two more pieces of the same one."

I'll buy a lot.

Nodding his head at my words, Bate quickly offered two more pieces of chocolate cake.

But a glass of milk was also included.

"I didn't order this."

"It's a service."

"Service?"

What service if you're about to be kicked out of the store?

I looked up, dumbfounded, and Bate said, opening his eyes and scratching the side of his head lightly.

"It's good to drink a lot of milk while growing up."

"Oh, yeah...."

It's been a long time.

Being treated like such a proper child.

Everyone around me treated me like I was already a half-grown, semi-adult.

So did my father and cousins, not to mention Clarivan and Violet, who had me as boss.

Because they know very well that I'm not just an ordinary 11-year-old kid.

But that would be the same for Bate.

"Thank you for the drink.”

I took a sip of the milk as I bowed.

Bate looked at me with a slightly pleasing face, but when he met my eyes again, he returned to his expressionless face as if he had never done so.

He can't control his facial expression.

I drank a couple more sips of milk because I thought I would have a giggle.

Then I had a conversation with Craney like that, Bate, who returned to his usual appearance, began working between tables filled with people on the second floor.

He stood with his hands in the corner to see if the guests lacked anything, and when he saw an empty glass, he quickly approached and filled it up.

Sometimes he looks downstairs at the counter, but most of the time he walks among the guests.

It was Bate I saw after being a regular at Caramel Avenue for the past few months.

For now, Bate was a better waiter than anyone else during the store's business hours.

During the opening hours of 'Caramel Avenue'.

"That's why these days the family is in huge debt...”

"Is the third person in the Peamin family cheating on...”

"I heard a rumor from a relative of mine in the west...”

Looking outside and sipping milk quietly, I can hear the conversation of women sitting in groups on all kinds of topics.

It's as if my body is sitting here on 'Caramel Avenue', but my ears are listening to what happened all over the Empire.

Then I felt a strong look at me and looked up.

A moment ago, Bate stood still in a corner, as if all the scuffles with the landlord were lies.

He looked like a cat, shining amber bright eyes and standing unnoticed.

It's a cat that seems to be doing its job while being sneaky but has sensitive ears.

I'm telling you.

He can't control his facial expression.