"I'm not tired, Ms. Grant, I still want to keep going, but you already gave the rest of the potatoes to the other sinks!"

Ah, this feels great. Washing potatoes is such a simple task—not only does it help him level up his skills, but it also puts him in a good mood, which is great for his condition. David Carter was reluctant to stop and take a break now.

What's so good about resting anyway? With his illness, if he has nothing to do, he starts overthinking, gets in a terrible mood, and that affects his sleep at night! Watching the other sinks busy washing vegetables and potatoes, David Carter's heart was almost breaking—those potatoes should have been his!

"Xiao Zhou, what did you say?"

Ms. Grant looked at David Carter suspiciously. Could this handsome guy be so tired he's confused? There are always plenty of people slacking off at the sink, but it's the first time she's seen someone actually ask for more work. She wasn't used to it.

Kelly Payne shuddered all over, thinking, Bro, are you crazy? Are you trying to help me lose weight or what?

Chapter 011: So This Guy Can Smile Too

The chubby guy was panting heavily, staring in horror at David Carter, who was happily washing vegetables.

It was hard to imagine this was a rookie intern in the kitchen. In just over an hour, David Carter had already washed about two hundred jin of potatoes, and now he was washing greens.

David Carter's technique for washing greens was still full of artistry. The greens were quickly lined up in his hands, the withered and yellowed parts neatly picked off. Once they went into the basin, he completely transformed into a kitchen artist. His two fair, handsome hands gently brushed over the leaves, and as the greens became fresher and more vibrant, the water in the basin gradually turned a hazy yellow.

The chubby guy sighed inwardly, rubbed his sore, aching legs, straightened up, and said in a half-crying, strange tone, "I'll change the water..."

Every poor soul struggling to survive in the kitchen has to find their own place, even if they're at the bottom of the 'food chain', they still have to work hard to survive.

The chubby guy had accepted his fate. Since he'd latched onto handsome Zhou's thigh, he had to hold on tight. Thinking about switching teams was the dumbest move. Not only would no one else let him latch on, but even if someone did, he'd still be bossed around like a dog.

His professional skills were so-so, with no real advantage among these intern dogs, but he did have a good eye for people. Handsome Zhou could even make washing vegetables look like an art. If he ever moved on to the cutting board, prepping, or even the stove, wouldn't that be something?

This guy is chef material! As long as he sticks with handsome Zhou, maybe one day he'll be the chef's right-hand man!

Thinking of this, the chubby guy grinned foolishly, suddenly feeling his legs weren't sore anymore, and he wasn't out of breath. Even Ms. Grant, that chubby middle-aged woman, started to look like a young lady...

Wait, no, the pretty oval face in front of him didn't belong to Ms. Grant. Big, watery eyes were looking at him, and with a giggle, two lovely dimples appeared on her fair cheeks.

They say women with dimples can really hold their liquor—can a bunch of guys even outdrink her?

The chubby guy's eyes couldn't take it all in. He quickly glanced down—delicate, slender neck, A4 waist, pencil skirt, long straight legs...

Ms. Grant definitely didn't have a figure like that, that much was certain. The chubby guy's eyes lit up as he stared at the beauty in front of him. "Miss, who are you? This is the kitchen, you can't just come in. But, if you want to tour our kitchen, I could be your guide..."

"Chubby, what were you grinning about just now? You're new, right?"

The lady in black stockings was holding a few slips of paper—who knows what was written on them—and waved them in front of the chubby guy. "Orders from the front hall. Why would one of us need a tour? I come to this tiny place eight hundred times a day. By the way, I heard a batch of interns started today. Judging by how clueless you look, you must be one of them."

From ancient times to now, young ladies have only been interested in two types of men: handsome guys and jokers. The former are easy on the eyes, the latter warm the heart. Chubby guys are always good-natured, caring, and funny, so this front hall lady was actually quite friendly to Kelly Payne.

David Carter was sitting with his back to them by the vegetable basin, checking his progress. His master-level vegetable washing skill had already reached 267/3000, which made him quite satisfied. At this rate, if he kept it up, he could probably level up to perfect in three days.

"Orders from the front hall?"

The chubby guy froze, looked up at the digital clock on the wall, and realized it was already 11 o'clock. He wailed inwardly—oh no, it's mealtime. Will old Pan survive this?

"I'm just an intern, can I take orders? Ms. Grant just went to the restroom and hasn't come back yet..."

Seeing no one else at the other sinks responding, the chubby guy felt he couldn't refuse such a pretty lady. Though a bit hesitant, he finally reached out his hand.

"It's fine, just give them to Ms. Grant when she gets back. These are all hot dish orders anyway. I already sent the cold dish orders straight to the prep area. As long as the cold dishes go out, the customers won't complain..."

Glancing at the guys hiding behind the sinks, Grace Wood gave a soft snort. She'd been working in the front hall for over two years—how could she not know what these guys were thinking?