Chapter 36

"Lucy, save us!"

Daniel Miller clutched Lucy White’s sleeve with pleading eyes, his hair disheveled. Behind him, the trainees looked utterly defeated, like wilted greens after a frost.

Robert Lee added miserably, "We haven’t eaten lunch—just two cold buns."

Lucy glanced at the piles of potatoes and sweet potatoes on their stall and frowned. The situation was worse than she’d expected.

"Maybe... we could perform?" one trainee suggested weakly.

"No," Lucy shook her head. "The market crowd isn’t here for entertainment."

Her gaze landed on a nearby stall packing up for the day, and her eyes lit up.

"I’ve got an idea!"

Ten minutes later, the stall reopened. Lucy tied on an apron and demonstrated with swift precision.

"Peel and steam the sweet potatoes, mix with glutinous rice flour, knead into dough..."

The trainees watched intently, mesmerized. Daniel couldn’t resist sneaking a taste of the half-finished mixture—his eyes widened in shock.

"This is amazing!"

As the oil sizzled, golden-brown fritters tumbled out, filling the market with a mouthwatering aroma.

"Freshly fried fritters! Get them while they’re hot!"

The trainees called out eagerly, quickly drawing their first customers.

[Damn, this is genius!]

[Lucy is a goddess—even street food becomes gourmet in her hands.]

[Me, eating instant noodles, crying with envy.]

Business boomed beyond expectations. But Lucy suddenly called a halt. "This isn’t sustainable."

She pointed at the nearly empty oil pot. "We need to expand."

And so, an unbelievable sight unfolded—top-tier celebrity Daniel Miller, holding a paper tray, chased after passersby. "Ma’am, try our fritters!"

[LMAO, Daniel, where’s your idol dignity?]

[Peak entertainment right here.]

By evening, Lucy and her procurement team returned laden with supplies. Ethan Smith naturally took the heaviest bag from her hands.

"What do you want for dinner?" Lucy asked.

Ethan’s gaze softened. "Anything you make."

The trainees cheered, "BBQ!"

"Alright," Lucy agreed with a laugh, oblivious to Lily Green’s dark expression in the corner.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen of a high-end restaurant—

"Why does the fish taste off today?" the head chef demanded.

A server whispered, "It’s from Ms. Green’s supplier..."

The chef’s face paled. "Pull it all—now!"

Unaware, Lily had no idea her "good fortune" was brewing a storm. Back at the farmhouse, the BBQ coals glowed, illuminating Lucy’s radiant smile.