Who would have thought that the wolfish Brian Harris couldn’t care less about her, and, with no sense of decorum, pointed at the menu above: “I’ll take everything on this page, on the next page I want items one, three, and five, and on the page after that, items two, three, and four. That’s enough for now—if it’s not enough, I’ll order more.” He smacked his lips, looking rather impatient.

This made our Miss Grace furious. Never mind that she’s a woman—just the fact that she was the one treating should mean he’d at least ask what she wanted to eat, right? What a rude old man, you’re really making yourself at home, aren’t you? Hmph, just wait, you’ll get what’s coming to you.

Even the waiter felt a bit awkward and pushed the menu toward Grace Bennett: “Miss, what would you like?”

At this moment, the lady Grace displayed her ocean-like tolerance and water-like gentleness, pursing her lips and shaking her head slightly: “I’ll have whatever he’s having.” Her voice was so soft and obedient that Brian Harris couldn’t help but feel proud. He didn’t bother to question her change in attitude, just waved his hand nonchalantly: “Hurry up and get it ready. She’s on a diet and has to starve for a few more days before she can eat meat.”

The lady Grace raised her eyebrows but chose to remain silent once again.

In just a moment, the table was covered with a dazzling array of pastries. Brian Harris dove in like a hungry wolf, but when his chopsticks reached for the cake, he suddenly stopped and looked warily at Grace Bennett.

Hmph, now you remember ‘ladies first,’ huh? Come on, hurry up and get this little beauty a piece of cake. Wow, that strawberry one looks so pretty, it must smell amazing. Oh, and that banana one looks good too. What should I do? I have to keep my figure in shape. Oh well, let’s see which piece that stinky old man gives me. Hurry up, what are you dawdling for? The lady Grace Bennett was shouting in her heart, her craving fully awakened. She couldn’t care about anything else, pouted and pointed at the cake, giving him a meaningful look—obviously telling him to hurry up and get her a piece.

“Um… I was afraid you didn’t bring enough money, so I only ordered two hundred yuan worth of food.” Brian Harris sheepishly pulled the cake plate closer to himself, guarding it: “So, since you’re on a diet, you shouldn’t eat any.”

I—I—how is this fair? Grace Bennett was about to cry. That stinky old man just decided everything on his own. When did I ever say I was on a diet? But now, in lady mode, all she could do was cast him a pitiful, hungry look, hoping her delicate appearance would make him change his mind. However, she underestimated Comrade Old Harris’s thick skin. All her flirtatious and pleading glances were completely ignored as he ate away, occasionally saying, “This cake is terrible. Good thing you’re not eating it.”

Grace Bennett was so angry she finally understood what it meant to be fuming with rage. She gritted her teeth and pushed her coffee cup far away, just in case she lost control and smashed it over his head.

It’s hard to accept favors without giving something in return—maybe thinking of the saying “don’t take bribes for nothing,” Brian Harris reluctantly split off a piece of cake and pushed it toward her with great reluctance: “Unlucky girl, this piece is for you.”

Swallowing hard, Grace Bennett quickly averted her greedy gaze, but then remembered another question. Her cute little nose wrinkled: “Why did you start calling me ‘unlucky girl’ as soon as we left the job market? How am I unlucky? Do you know what my classmates call me? Hmph, they all call me ‘Lucky Star.’ Just talking to me brings them good luck for a whole month, and they pass every exam. Who’s like you, giving me such an annoying nickname?” She shot him a coquettish glance, her youthful energy giving her a unique charm, though her bragging made Brian Harris roll his eyes.

“Tch, ‘Lucky Star’? I bet if I didn’t talk to you for two months, I’d be lucky enough to score 80 on my exams.” Since he was eating her food, he couldn’t say it out loud, but then he remembered what happened at the job market and his anger flared up again. He put down his chopsticks and complained, “Those people can’t recognize talent. All they care about is education, education. So what if I don’t have a degree? I’ve got skills! Hmph, but that’s not even the worst part. There was one counter with no education requirement—I thought at least I could do that, right? Guess what? The middle-aged woman interviewing me said I was too old and had no future prospects. I was so mad! She’s at least two cycles older than me, and she has the nerve to say I’m old? What kind of world is this? The more I think about it, the more I blame your bad luck, you unlucky kid.”

The lady Grace Bennett comforted him considerately: “Some industries do need young people, or people who are bold and willing to fight, or just those who can live off their youth. It’s not that strange. By the way, what kind of job were you applying for? I’m guessing it was for a car model? Eighteen or nineteen-year-olds are the best fit for that. Don’t be too discouraged.”

“Manual laborer.”

“Ma—manual laborer?”

That’s an industry with age limits and future prospects? Grace Bennett was completely floored.

“Brother-in-law, you eat first. I’m going to the restroom, I’ll be right back.” The now-composed Grace Bennett had long since shed her crazy demeanor, speaking softly and politely.

He mumbled, “Okay, mm, hurry back.”

Half an hour later, Grace Bennett, sporting a wild, frizzy hairstyle, was bouncing down the streets of Fengyang City, feeling absolutely delighted. Hmph, that stinky old man must have been completely bewitched by this little beauty’s gentle act, haha, he didn’t even notice me sneaking out. What an idiot. You only have fifty yuan—let’s see how you pay the bill.