William Green brought the interns here, which was pretty much like adding a few more chickens to the sink—it wouldn’t affect the normal work in the kitchen at all.

The smell here was terrible. Even with more than a dozen exhaust fans working overtime, they still couldn’t get rid of the stench—a mix of fishiness, chicken droppings, and all kinds of meaty odors. Some of the interns had already thrown up, some were on the verge, and only David Carter looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Ever since he acquired the master-level vegetable washing skill, standing at the sink felt like a little bee entering a garden full of flowers—he was completely at ease.

“This kid seems a bit odd, doesn’t he?”

William Green glanced at David Carter in surprise. Even an old kitchen hand like him could barely stand the smell here, yet this kid looked so comfortable. Was he just pretending?

Chapter 007 Demanding of Himself the Standards of a National Model Worker

A bunch of interns got used to it after throwing up a few times. This was what they called “long exposure to abalone makes you forget its stench.” Then they all stared straight at William Green, thinking: from what the instructor said, are we being left to intern at the sink?

This was bad news. The sink was the dirtiest and most exhausting job. Was there any difference between the Sichuan cuisine sink and the Shandong cuisine sink? Both were roads of no return...

But Henry Wallace and Emma Scott were pretty calm. Having a wild background at home had its perks—no matter where they went, they wouldn’t suffer.

William Green looked at the two of them and sighed inwardly, then could only speak against his conscience: “I’ve seen the transcripts of Henry Wallace and Emma Scott. Both of you are the top students, so you can skip the sink and go straight to the cutting board area. You two can choose your cuisine now...”

Henry Wallace gave a faint smile and said without hesitation, “Teacher Su, I choose Sichuan cuisine.”

“This kid is pretty smart.”

William Green nodded slightly and glanced at Henry Wallace.

The eight major cuisines have their ups and downs. For example, Su, Hui, and Zhejiang cuisines are developing well, but are still limited by their regions. Shandong cuisine, with its deep roots, can cover the whole country, but it’s not the most popular.

The most outstanding are Cantonese and Sichuan cuisines. The former is diverse and the best for health, claiming that anything under the sun can be cooked, but because some ingredients are too exotic, its influence is limited outside the southern provinces.

Sichuan cuisine, on the other hand, is the most widespread and popular among the eight major cuisines, with flavors that appeal to both north and south. Even just interning in the Sichuan cuisine cutting board area would be a huge help for future development. Henry Wallace’s choice was absolutely right.

All the interns glared at Henry Wallace: “Damn it, did you pull some strings? Starting your internship at the cutting board area and still being picky!”

Emma Scott glanced at David Carter and whispered, “Teacher Liu, I’ll think about it a bit more...”

“Alright, take your time to consider.”

William Green nodded. “What about the rest of you?”

“I choose Sichuan cuisine!”

“Cantonese cuisine!”

“Shandong cuisine!”

“Su cuisine!”

Except for David Carter, the reckless student from Qingxiang, everyone else who dared to come to Jiuzhou Dingshi for experience was from a famous culinary school in Su Province. They weren’t blindly choosing Sichuan cuisine, but made relatively wise choices based on their own interests and their school’s specialties.

“Okay, everyone has made their choice. What about you, student Zhou? Which cuisine do you want to join?”

William Green was quite satisfied. This batch of intern kitchen dogs seemed decent and hadn’t let him down too much.

The only one he couldn’t figure out was David Carter. No connections, no school background—how did he even get placed at Jiuzhou Dingshi for his internship? Was he out of his mind?

“If I’m at the sink, does that mean I’ll be handling a lot of ingredients?”

David Carter was looking forward to it. The master-level vegetable washing skill was a big help for his condition, and it seemed the more he washed, the better it was for treating his depression.

Others were afraid of the filth and exhaustion, but he was worried that interns wouldn’t be allowed to handle more ingredients. He had to make sure. William Green was clearly a seasoned veteran—better safe than sorry.

“Of course. You think being an intern kitchen dog is just for show? Jiuzhou Dingshi has tons of meat and vegetables to wash every day.

What, afraid of hard work? If you’re afraid of hard work, don’t join the trade. The kitchen is even tougher than boot camp for new soldiers, and that’s no joke!”

Hearing this, the interns all groaned in unison. Wasn’t it tougher than boot camp? Boot camp only lasted a month, but their internship was a whole year! No wonder the kitchen called them intern kitchen dogs.

David Carter nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and asked, “Teacher Liu, which cuisine’s sink has the most work?”

Wow, this kid looks so cool, but he’s not stupid after all? Is he trying to avoid the hard work? The interns were instantly impressed—look at that quick thinking! Why hadn’t they thought to ask more questions?

Actually, it wasn’t that they hadn’t thought of it, but who dared to ask? Only David Carter was bold enough!

William Green sneered inwardly. Qingxiang students were just like that—hadn’t even started the internship and already thinking about picking and choosing. Why did this stingy guy have to take on this batch of students?