Watching the fat guy bring over a large vegetable basin, drag over a long hose, and stick his butt out pitifully to fill it with water, David Carter had no intention of helping. He wasn’t interested in such a simple task as changing water. If washing vegetables didn’t improve his skills or help his recovery, he wouldn’t have fallen in love with this kind of “menial work.”

“Don’t fill the basin with water yet. The water in Chudu is quite alkaline, and this hose hasn’t been used all night, so there’s probably some sediment. Plus, the rubber hose you dragged over hasn’t been used all night either, so it might have a rubbery smell. You need to flush it for five minutes first to make sure it won’t affect the quality of the vegetables.”

Seeing the fat guy about to pour water into the basin as soon as he grabbed the hose, David Carter quickly stopped him, grabbed the end of the hose, and directed it toward the crisscrossing drains on the ground. As he let the water run, he bent down to sniff the water.

“Seriously? Are you just putting on a show?”

The fat guy was very suspicious that this pretty boy was just pretending. Ms. Grant, however, looked at David Carter with a glint in her eye—maybe this handsome guy was more than just a pretty face.

“All right.”

After letting the water run for a few minutes, David Carter nodded, signaling the fat guy to continue. Soon, the basin was more than half full of clean water. The fat guy turned off the faucet attached to the hose, picked up half a bag of potatoes, and was about to dump them into the basin.

The fat guy realized that someone like him, who had no looks but plenty of heft, had to work harder. The internship evaluation was extremely important, and Ms. Grant held his fate in her hands.

“Stop, you can’t dump them like that.”

David Carter pressed down on the fat guy’s hand. “If you dump them in like that, you’ll bruise the potatoes’ skins and affect the quality of the ingredients. Put them down, I’ll take them out myself.”

“Are you serious? Isn’t that a bit much?” By now, the fat guy was pretty sure this pretty boy was just showing off. Not even allowed to dump potatoes into the basin—what kind of rule was that?

Dude, if you want to show off, don’t use me as your stepping stone. We’re both just interns—why make things so hard for each other?

Now even Ms. Grant was a bit suspicious. Could this handsome guy be a drama king?

Drama queens love drama kings!

So artistic!

“Listen to David Carter!”

Ms. Grant’s tone brooked no argument.

With Ms. Grant saying that, what could the fat guy do? He could only obediently step aside and watch David Carter’s performance.

Not having to dump the potatoes was even better—saved him some effort.

Don’t be fooled by how the fat guy was always bullied from school to society—at home, he was his parents’ precious baby.

David Carter’s movements were extremely skillful. Every time he reached into the sack, he could accurately grab two or three potatoes. With a gentle rub between his hands, the dirt on the potatoes would fall off… His movements were graceful and smooth, completely natural, like wind through the forest or ripples on a lake—effortless and innate!

Anyone who knew what he was doing would see he was rubbing off the dirt from the potatoes. Anyone who didn’t might think he was an expert polishing walnuts or prayer beads… Calm and unhurried, breathing in sync with the universe…

Ms. Grant stared, dazed, at David Carter, who looked so serious—he could even make handling potatoes look like the work of a master.

A man who works seriously is the most attractive.

A handsome man who works seriously is simply irresistible!

Chapter 010 Three Hundred Compliments

“The host’s serious work attitude has received praise from the opposite sex!

Random task triggered: Please receive three hundred compliments from the opposite sex within three days. Special note: Completing this task and upgrading Master-level vegetable washing to Perfect-level will earn you one chance at a mid-level treasure chest draw.”

David Carter glanced at Ms. Grant, feeling a bit strange inside. He hadn’t expected his first random task to come like this.

And the reward looked pretty tempting—a chance at a mid-level treasure chest draw. But the task itself was a bit tricky: he needed three hundred compliments from the opposite sex?

The kitchen had everything except women. Ms. Grant was just an exception. Completing this task seemed a bit difficult…

“Xiao Zhou, what’s wrong?”

Ms. Grant was watching him handle the potatoes with great interest, wondering whether “elegant” or “graceful” better described his flowing technique. Suddenly, she saw David Carter stop, and felt a bit worried and concerned—hopefully her handsome guy wasn’t worn out?

“It’s nothing.”

David Carter shook his head and tossed a potato aside. “This potato is bad. What a shame.”

“How can you tell it’s bad? You haven’t even peeled it. I don’t believe it.”

The fat guy had been holding back for a long time and finally found a chance to argue with David Carter. Don’t be fooled by his size—he loved reading and was quick-witted, with debating skills far above his peers. As long as David Carter fell into his rhythm, he could really let loose.

“I picked off a piece of potato skin. There’s a black spot underneath. Judging by the shape, it’s completely rotten inside.”

“Let me see.”

Ms. Grant grabbed the potato, and without a knife, used both hands to break it open along the black spot. Sure enough, a large section beneath the spot was rotten. She immediately exclaimed, “Xiao Zhou, you’re amazing. Even Ms. Grant doesn’t have such sharp eyes.”