The compliments from the opposite sex had now accumulated to two, and David Carter couldn't help but glance at Ms. Grant. So, these compliments could actually come from the same person? In that case, should he work even harder to perform, so that Ms. Grant could give him three hundred likes in a row? That probably wouldn't be good—it would be too exhausting for her.

Chubby leaned over for a look and then fell silent. Damn, not only is this pretty boy good-looking, but he's also got skills. Old Payne, is there still any hope left for me?

Comparing people only leads to despair, and comparing goods only leads to discarding them. As interns at the Su Cuisine station, to put it bluntly, they're competitors. Of course he felt the pressure.

“Yeah, a lot of people praise me like that.”

David Carter nodded matter-of-factly, then set aside seven or eight potatoes that he deemed spoiled. Chubby, unconvinced, took them to check, only to find that this pretty boy's accuracy rate was actually one hundred percent.

“Brother Carter, you're awesome! I admit defeat. How about this—I'll just follow you from now on…”

Chubby was a smart guy. Competing with someone this talented was far less effective than latching onto him. This was called turning an enemy into a friend, turning crisis into opportunity—the wisest choice.

Seeing that David Carter didn't explicitly object, Chubby seized the opportunity and threw an arm around David Carter's shoulder: “Brother Carter, if you don't object, I'll take that as a yes.”

As soon as Chubby hugged him, a wave of sweat stench hit David Carter in the face, making him frown repeatedly.

It wasn't that he was putting on airs; he just wasn't used to this kind of hug from another guy. But the goodwill from Chubby made him finally nod: “Alright, as long as you're happy.”

“Great! Brother Carter, why don't you take a break and let me wash these potatoes?”

“No need for that. You just handle changing the water, and be quick about it—try to keep up with my pace.”

“Come on, Brother Carter, it's just changing water. If I can't even keep up with you on that, I really would be a pig… Damn, are you really this fast? Is this magic or just washing vegetables…”

At this moment, David Carter was like a magician. The potatoes he had picked over were like oranges in a magician's hands, gliding smoothly into the water with a flick of his fingers. Ms. Grant watched very closely—the handsome guy must have used some special technique, making sure the potatoes didn't bump into each other in the basin, and even kept spinning on their own after entering the water!

Damn, is that spiral force?

Kelly Payne's greatest enemy in this life was his own fat. What weight-loss method hadn't he tried? He'd taken real medicine, swum, run half-marathons, learned fitness, and even had some knowledge of Chinese martial arts. He just couldn't figure out how David Carter managed to apply this technique to potatoes.

In a flash, dozens of potatoes were tossed into the water by David Carter one after another. When the last potato spun into the water, the first one he had thrown in was still spinning.

The potatoes exerted force on each other, causing streaks of black muddy water to rise to the surface.

“Amazing!”

Ms. Grant's eyes were glued to the scene. After so many years in the kitchen, she had of course heard of this vegetable-washing technique.

It was said that before the founding of New China, the eight major cuisines and dozens of minor schools were all over the place, isolated from each other and even hostile. Every three years, there would be a grand cooking competition, and some masters had once shown off this very skill during those contests.

But she had never seen it with her own eyes, so she couldn't confirm whether David Carter's technique was really the legendary vegetable-washing method.

Dozens of potatoes spun in a circle, rotating clockwise as they went. Watching the first potato she had thrown in gradually stop spinning, David Carter quickly reached his right hand into the basin and stirred counterclockwise several times. The currents collided, and even more black muddy water surged up from the bottom, while each potato was thoroughly separated from the old mud and grime stuck to its skin.

“Change the water!”

David Carter used both hands, moving at a dazzling speed to take the potatoes out of the basin one by one and put them into the clean basin he had prepared earlier, while giving instructions to Kelly Payne.

“Right away!”

Kelly Payne hurriedly poured out the dirty water, filled the basin with fresh water, and then obediently stepped aside to quietly watch David Carter at work. The pretty boy he'd just pledged allegiance to was no joke—this vegetable-washing skill was something he had to learn carefully.

“Ugh, Kelly Payne, you loser, of all things to learn, you pick washing vegetables. Does that do your school proud? But I really want to learn it… what should I do?”

Watching David Carter turn washing vegetables into an art form, Chubby was torn between desire and shame.

In no time, dozens of pounds of potatoes were washed by David Carter, and his master-level vegetable-washing skill in the system had reached 67/3000—still a long way from leveling up. David Carter thought for a moment, then said a bit sheepishly to Ms. Grant, “Ms. Grant, I'm done washing.”

Ms. Grant was holding the clean potatoes, full of praise. The handsome guy's skill was truly impressive—look at these potatoes, so clean and not a scratch on them. The folks at the cutting board were in for a treat!

“Xiao Zhou, you've worked hard. Well done. Take a break now—would you like some water?”

Yes, yes! Before David Carter could answer, Kelly Payne was already nodding eagerly. In this short time, he'd changed the water three times and had to clean the basins too. Was it easy lugging around over two hundred pounds? He was already drenched in sweat. Following the pretty boy big brother was great—now he could finally rest and have a drink of water.