“Alright, alright, since you insist, Ms. Grant will just arrange more vegetables for you to wash. Look how anxious you are.”

Ms. Grant was also helpless—she had never heard of anyone who loved washing vegetables. The sink wasn’t exactly a pleasant place, and this Little Carter was truly one of a kind.

Chapter 013: Boss Hua

In today’s world, where comprehensive five-star hotels are everywhere, any five-star hotel that still insists on a single-restaurant model must have its own principles. Simply put, it needs to have its own unique features and core competitiveness.

The hallmark of Jiuzhou Dingshi is that it preserves the authentic flavor of traditional restaurants, and this commitment is reflected in every aspect, right down to the menu.

In the modern era, where internet culture is overwhelming, it’s hard to imagine that all the servers at Jiuzhou Dingshi have beautiful handwriting, can recite dish names fluently, are familiar with the ingredients and proportions of every dish, and are all skilled at splitting orders.

Orders are split in the front hall, sent to the sink, where meat and vegetables are separated and prepared, then sent to the chopping board. In the chopping area, the sound of knives rings out as all kinds of ingredients are processed to standard. Next, they go to the plating area for initial inspection, order consolidation, and dish arrangement, then are sorted and sent to the stove or the hot dish section. Everything is so orderly and responsibilities are clear, showcasing the strength of a five-star hotel.

That’s why every server girl at Jiuzhou Dingshi is extraordinary. Without a few tricks up your sleeve, it’s hard to hold your ground here.

For example, a certain special skill...

In an empty private room, more than twenty server girls had gone through several rounds of fierce competition. In the end, only Grace Wood and Sophie Stone were left, rolling up their sleeves to reveal slender, fair arms. Their small hands moved quickly, sometimes pointing, sometimes forming fists, as their bell-like voices echoed in the air.

“Sisters, good luck! Six, six, six, three stars shine on your fortune all year! Eight steeds, only one! I’m the eldest, you’re the second!”

They were old rivals—who didn’t know each other’s tricks by now? The two girls were locked in a stalemate, their almond-shaped eyes gradually sparking with fire. Suddenly, Grace Wood kicked off her right high heel, standing on a chair in her stockinged foot, tilting her head and glaring at Sophie Stone, shouting angrily, “Come on if you dare!”

“Bring it on! You think I’m scared of you?”

Sophie Stone spread her right thumb and index finger, calling out, “Six—”

“Five of a kind!”

Grace Wood called out even faster, and her voice was so loud that every girl in the room heard it clearly.

“Haha, you little rascal, making the same old mistake again—daring to call five of a kind?”

Sophie Stone immediately burst out laughing, “In our great Chu, can you just call five of a kind at random? Whoever calls it loses, that’s the rule!”

“Look at you, is it really worth it? Fine, I lost, okay? According to the rules, the loser has to deliver the orders to the kitchen. Guess I’m just unlucky. I’ll accept my loss. I’m going to the sink to deliver the orders—nobody try to stop me…”

This girl moved fast—before she even finished speaking, she had already slipped her high heel back on, grabbed two thick stacks of split orders from the table, and with a whoosh, dashed out of the private room, leaving a fragrant breeze in her wake.

When Grace Wood’s figure disappeared outside the room, the girls finally sensed something was off. They stared at each other in confusion for a while before one girl slapped her thigh and exclaimed, “Oh no, we’ve been tricked by that little minx…”

“That’s right, the male god! The male god is at the sink!”

“Oh no, that sly Grace, how could I forget about that!”

“It’s because we’re not loyal enough to the male god, otherwise how could she have taken advantage of us?”

“Relying on old habits is dangerous! The sink is now the male god’s territory, and our rules haven’t changed?”

“Damn! We’ll have to change the rules from now on—only the winner gets to deliver orders to the kitchen. Grace got lucky this time!”

While the group of girls chattered, criticizing and self-reflecting, Grace Wood reappeared at the Su cuisine kitchen’s sink area, holding a stack of orders.

Although she really wanted to defend her territory—and the ‘little’ handsome guy in it—her strong professional ethics and sense of responsibility made Ms. Grant quickly take the orders and assign tasks at each station. With Ms. Grant, the ‘protector of the flowers,’ gone, Grace Wood could finally feast her eyes on the male god’s vegetable-washing skills.

So handsome! A serious man is the cutest, and a serious male god is irresistible. I can’t take it, I really can’t…

There was no helping it—the male god’s vegetable-washing technique was just too cool. Even the most difficult-to-wash crown daisy was lined up neatly under his hands like soldiers awaiting inspection. The water in the basin swirled, and the crown daisy leaves floated on the surface like flowers on water.

Grace Wood could see it clearly: this ingredient, which loses its flavor if over-washed and is hard to clean if under-washed, was handled by the male god with a few gentle touches, brushes, sweeps, strokes, smoothings, flicks, rubs, and scrubs. In the end, with a light scoop, the greens came out fresh and vibrant. Not only were they clean, but the unique fresh aroma of crown daisy was fully brought out.

She had at least spent two or three years in the front hall and, though she’d never worked in the kitchen, could still tell good from bad. Truly worthy of being called the male god—handsome, and even the vegetables he washed looked handsome. No, no, such an outstanding man can’t be hidden away. Rather than letting those little minxes swarm him, I should take the initiative myself!