Grace Bennett saw that Jack Carter handed the drink menu back to her after barely glancing at it, and asked, “You can’t rush things—hot tofu can’t be eaten in a hurry. Since there’s no one here right now, take your time, look it over a bit more, get familiar with it. That way, you’ll pick it up faster when you start. I’ll tell you what else you need to remember later.”

“I’ve already memorized it all,” Jack Carter said with a smile.

“No way, you memorized it in such a short time?” Grace Bennett couldn’t help but exclaim in surprise.

“If you don’t believe me, you can quiz me,” Jack Carter replied with a grin.

“All right, I’ll quiz you then.” Grace Bennett really didn’t believe him. When she first started working here, it had taken her half a day just to memorize all those random foreign liquors and whatnot.

So Grace Bennett began to quiz Jack Carter, but the more she asked, the wider her eyes grew. By the end, she was looking at Jack Carter as if he were some kind of monster.

“What is it? Did I get something wrong?” Jack Carter asked, a little uncertain, seeing Grace Bennett staring at him.

“Tell me, Ajie, did you really only graduate from a technical secondary school?” Grace Bennett didn’t answer Jack Carter’s question, but instead asked back in disbelief.

“Yeah, is there a problem?” Jack Carter asked, puzzled. How did a simple quiz about the menu turn into doubts about his education?

A technical secondary school diploma is already pretty low—would anyone bother to fake that?

“Come on, with a brain as sharp as yours, you could definitely get into Tsinghua or Peking University. How could you have only gone to a technical school? Ah, I get it—you must have fallen in love early and spent all your time chasing girls instead of studying, right? You little pervert!” Grace Bennett first looked unconvinced, then seemed to have an epiphany and poked Jack Carter’s forehead with her finger.

Jack Carter hadn’t expected that a quiz on the drink menu would end up with him being accused of having an early romance and being a little pervert. He looked at Grace Bennett, both amused and exasperated.

Heaven knows, the reason he didn’t get into Tsinghua or Peking University was because his master had forced him to spend all his time learning occult arts since he was a child, leaving him hardly any time for regular studies. As for why he could memorize the drink menu so quickly this time, it was because the menu didn’t involve things like grammar or tenses—there really wasn’t that much information. Grammar is the hardest part of any language, after all.

Although she was amazed by Jack Carter’s incredible memory and suspected that he must have been a real flirt in his youth, seeing that Jack Carter had already memorized everything, Grace Bennett handed him another book and said, “Take a good look at the glasses in here. Many drinks are charged by the glass, and the size, shape, and how much they hold all determine the price.”

Jack Carter took the book and opened it, finding it full of pictures of different types of glasses, along with notes about what drinks they were used for.

Around eight o’clock in the evening, customers began to trickle in. Grace Bennett instructed Jack Carter, “It’s your first day, so for now just help out by clearing away the glasses and dishes after customers finish—just do odd jobs.”

Jack Carter nodded and officially began his job as a bar waiter. He stood in a dim corner of the bar, and whenever he saw a customer get up to pay and leave, he would quietly go over and take the glasses and plates back to the kitchen in the back.

During this time, he kept an eye on Grace Bennett and saw that she was indeed very sharp. Like a beautiful butterfly weaving among the customers, she greeted them skillfully, and whenever someone tried to take advantage of her, she would deftly dodge away.

Seeing this, Jack Carter felt much more at ease, but he couldn’t help but sigh inwardly—working part-time isn’t easy. If it weren’t for this line of work, who would dare to be so forward?

Life in the bar was even more exciting and varied than Jack Carter had imagined. There were men hitting on women, women taking the initiative to hit on men, and once they succeeded, two people who had just met would leave the bar arm in arm like lovers in the throes of passion. Even though Jack Carter had no experience with such things, he could guess they were off to have some fun. Some couples couldn’t even wait and got carried away right there in the bar. Once, when Jack Carter went to clear glasses and plates, he accidentally saw a woman straddling a man in a corner. The man was holding her butt, and when her skirt was lifted, her bare bottom was exposed—she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Around ten o’clock, the bar was at its busiest, and it was also time for the exotic dance show. Rock music blared from the speakers, the place was packed and noisy, lights flashed on and off, and in the center of the stage, sexy dancers performed. Many men and women crowded into the dance floor, twisting their bodies wildly along with the dancers, their faces showing all kinds of ecstatic, uninhibited expressions.

This was Jack Carter’s first time watching such a performance. The dazzling, fiery show made the young and energetic Jack Carter feel a surge of desire, his heart racing, and he longed to jump into the dance floor and join the frenzy.

But Jack Carter knew very well that he was just a waiter, and his job was to serve. So even though he was stirred by what he saw, most of the time he still carefully observed the bar, watching to see if any customers were ready to pay and leave, or if there was anything that needed tidying up.

When Jack Carter saw a well-dressed young man, who looked every bit the successful professional, carrying a glass of wine and heading toward a seat in the corner, he couldn’t help but shake his head and mutter to himself, “The tenth one.”