Early the next morning, the first thing Fu Yu did when he got up was to put on his freshly cleaned work clothes and then rub his sleeves on the ground two times.
Unlike Zhao Meng, Fu Yu couldn't manage to mop the floor every day.
After a busy day feeling exhausted like a dog, he wished he could just collapse onto his bed as soon as he got home. How would he have the energy to mop the floor?
Besides, since he'd be wearing slippers and not barefoot, a bit of dirt on the floor didn't matter.
Cleaning once a week on his days off was already quite good.
The clean chef's uniform was lifted after being rubbed on the floor.
Indeed, the effect was spotless...
If he wasn't afraid of being found out, he wouldn't have to wash his chef's uniform every day, and that would be quite delightful.
But unfortunately, this reward happened to be attached to the chef's uniform!
No other option, he had to go buy a long apron to put on first.
