Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“I rarely take on shows. Occasionally, I’ll take on one on a whim.” James leaned back in his chair and suggested in a relaxed manner, “If you want, he can also be your manager.”
Kimberly stared at him suspiciously for a few seconds and probed, “Will this benefit you? This is the first time I’ve seen someone push their manager out.”
“What are you thinking about?” Having lived to this age, Kimberly was probably the only one that had surprised him so many times. He was curious but also a little confused, he stroked his forehead and told her, “He’s about to retire. It doesn’t matter if he helps one or two. We’re about the same anyway.”
“I’ll think about it and give you an answer. Hurry up and find a chef. It’s almost 11 o’clock.”
“He’s already coming over. Are you hungry already? So fast…”
“James, you’re too much! Are we too close?”
…
The two of them exchanged a few more words skillfully. Kimberly did not even realize that she had unconsciously accepted James’s existence.
On the other hand, she was also busy asking about Peter Jones.
[Kimberly asked, “Are you there?”]
[Helen replied, “Yes. Congratulations, you’ve become famous overnight!”]
[Kimberly said, “Thank you, but you are a great contributor. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have been able to get into this variety show, not to mention about gaining some popularity.”]
[Helen replied, “Actually, I was just casually recommending it. I didn’t expect you to be so excellent in the variety show. What’s the matter today?”]
[Kimberly asked, “Do you know Peter Jones?”]
[Helen queried, “Are you refering to Peter Jones, the manager?”]
[Kimberly answered, “That’s right.”]
[Helen said, “He’s a very capable manager, but I don’t think he is accepting any celebrity under his arms anymore. I’m not too sure about him either. He’s very mysterious.’]
[Kimberly replied, “If Peter Jones is my manager…”]
[Helen cautioned, “Who dares to impersonate Peter Jones? Don’t be deceived.”]
[Kimberly queried, “What if it’s true?”]
[Helen answered, “Although I don’t really believe it… but if it’s true, you’re going to be famous from now on…”]
Kimberly still couldn’t believe that Peter Jones was such an awesome manager until the end of the conversation. Then why was James not popular? She used to think that he was someone with a pitiful background who had no choice but to enter the entertainment industry.
She had really thought too much. She sighed at her naivety at the time.
Just as she was about to ask something else, James’s voice came from the kitchen. “It’s time to eat.”.
“I’ll be right there.” Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time.
By the time she went over, the chef had already left through the back door. Kimberly had no choice but to give up on the idea of secretly learning from him.
“This taste…” Kimberly picked up another chopstick and tasted it carefully. Only then did she realize that it was exactly the same as the one she remembered from last night. She asked, “Is this the same taste as last night?”
“Yes, didn’t you not taste it properly last night? His restaurant only opens for two days a week. If you miss it, you might have to come here again next time.” James picked up a piece of crab meat for her with his chopsticks. “Try it. This is his signature dish.”
Kimberly took a bite. The slightly spicy taste covered the fishy smell of the seafood very well. It was like firework exploding in her mouth. The tip of her tongue could even feel the slight sound of collision. She took a deep breath. “So spicy, I need water.”
As a legitimate citizen of S city, Kimberly could not eat spicy food.
Seeing that she was unable to take spicy food, James’s expression also became a little flustered. He hurriedly took out ice-cold milk from the fridge and gave it to her.
Kimberly gulped down three glasses of milk in a row before she could catch her breath. Her eyes were red from the spiciness, and tears were streaming down her face. It was so heartbreaking to watch.
“I’m sorry.” James took out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her. He apologized to her in a low voice, “I didn’t know you couldn’t eat spicy food.”
“It’s okay.” Kimberly sat on the chair tiredly. She waved her hand and told him, “I didn’t know it would be this spicy. I can actually eat a little bit.”
She gestured with her hand the amount of chili oil she could take.
Kimberly felt a little regretful. “But it’s really delicious. It’s a pity that I couldn’t really taste it because it’s too spicy.”
“You can. Maybe the chef will develop a less spicy…mmm…mild spicy formula.”
Unfortunately, James’s words were only taken as a form of consolation by Kimberly. She comforted him instead. “It’s fine. You can eat it for me. After all, he is not the chef of your own family, so you can’t force him to come out with a mild spicy formula.”
James agreed, but in his heart, he was thinking that if he counted three generations back, this chef had actually branched out from his family. So, it would just be a request from the owner to reduce the spiciness.