Leo, a young at 'The Golden Spoon' , stared at the oven. His , Chef Dubois, had just given him a , speaking quickly in French. Leo felt a familiar wave of panic. "I'm not sure," he , his mind a of temperatures and timings. "Could you repeat that, Chef? And perhaps speak slowly please?"
利奥，‘金勺子’面包店的一名年轻学徒，盯着那个巨大的工业烤箱。 他的导师，杜布瓦主厨，刚刚给了他一个复杂的食谱，用法文说得很快。 利奥感到一股熟悉的恐慌。 “我不确定，”他嘟囔着，脑子里全是温度和时间的一团乱麻。 “主厨，您能再说一遍吗？或许请说慢一点？”
Chef Dubois, a man of , sighed. He understood Leo's . The bakery was always , and today was no exception. Before he could re-explain, the kitchen's main alarm , an . "Just focus on the oven, Leo!" Chef Dubois called over his shoulder, rushing out. Leo was alone. He knew he also had to do laundry for the aprons, take out the trash from the prep area, and vacuum the dining room floor before closing. But the oven, a gleaming metal monster, was the immediate challenge.
杜布瓦主厨，一个极有耐心的人，叹了口气。 他理解利奥的挣扎。 面包店总是熙熙攘攘，今天也不例外。 在他能重新解释之前，厨房的主闹钟响了，预示着一个紧急送货。 “利奥，只管专注于烤箱！”杜布瓦主厨越过肩膀喊道，然后冲了出去。 利奥独自一人。 他知道他还必须在关门前洗围裙，从准备区倒垃圾，并用吸尘器打扫餐厅地板。 但烤箱，一个闪闪发光的金属怪物，是眼前的挑战。
He took a deep breath. Forget the microwave for heating leftovers; this was serious. He checked the dials, remembering Chef's earlier lessons. With a surge of confidence, he carefully adjusted the temperature. When Chef Dubois returned an hour later, the bakery was spotless, the laundry done, the trash gone. And from the oven, a perfect aroma wafted. "Leo," Chef Dubois said, a rare smile on his face, "you managed to cook dinner for the whole crew, and the are !"
他深吸一口气。 忘了用微波炉加热剩菜吧；这是件严肃的事。 他检查了刻度盘，记起了主厨早前的课程。 他信心大增，小心地调整了温度。 一小时后，当杜布瓦主厨回来时，面包店一尘不染，衣服洗好了，垃圾也倒了。 烤箱里飘出完美的香气。 “利奥，”杜布瓦主厨脸上带着难得的笑容说，“你成功地为全体员工做了晚饭，而且牛角面包太棒了！”
