He was gloating yesterday, but today he was asked to cook and was scared to death.
He is just a stinky restaurant owner, how can he know anything about cooking!
"How would I know what that ancestor's taste is? Isn't this going to kill me?"
Relying on the home cooking skills that Bi Bei learned, the chef finally finished the last dish.
He looked at the delicious dishes and couldn't help swallowing.
Hunger makes cowards brave!
The people below are so hungry that they can only eat a small piece of compressed biscuit a day, while the masters above eat meat and fish every day.
"Fuck! Why do they eat so well?"
As a restaurant owner and chef, he would secretly spit on the food when he met stingy customers. He is definitely not an honest man.
I glanced at the door guiltily, but there was no one!
As the saying goes, if the cook doesn't steal, the grain won't be harvested. It’s okay for me to sneak a little bit of food.
Eyes fixed on the door, hands reaching for the plate...
Um? Empty?
He quickly looked back and shouted in horror, "Where's my huge plate of beef and green peppers!?"
There was only a little oil stain left on the plate, and the food inside had disappeared.
He looked hastily at the next plate... empty!
At a glance, the original eight dishes and one soup seemed to have been eaten up cleanly, leaving only a pile of empty plates with greasy stains...
The chef stumbled back a step, feeling as if the sky was falling.
He didn't even have any fear of ghosts. All he could think about was Wu Dayong's look as if he was looking at a dead person.
He collapsed to the ground instantly, wailing loudly:
"Who the hell is this! This is not food, this is my life!"
Fang Ming walked out of the kitchen, touched his stomach, and was eighty percent full.
…
Xiuqing hid behind the shelves in the storage room, looking up at the rain outside the window with a lonely look on her face.
She bent over and sat on the ground, carefully taking off her white shoes and socks, revealing her small and delicate feet.
There was a red patch on her snow-white skin.
She sprained her ankle.
Just now in the women's restroom, she took advantage of the situation and knocked Zhang Dazhuang unconscious. There was someone guarding outside the restroom.
She could only jump out of the window of the women's restroom upstairs.
Despite the cushion of a tree, she still sprained her ankle.
When she was hiding in the storage room with her injuries, she realized belatedly that she could no longer walk.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and her heart was like a lonely boat drifting on the stormy sea.
She couldn't run away. Even if her foot wasn't injured, the chances of running away would be slim.
As long as they kept the door closed, it would only be a matter of time before she was discovered.
Reason told her that she should not imagine the consequences of failure, but fear and anxiety made her brain out of control.
She recalled what the crazy woman said that morning...
"They dragged me out, I cried and begged for mercy... They laughed so happily..."
"Doctor, you are much prettier than me...They won't let you go!"
She didn't even have to imagine how desperate the scene was, because she had witnessed it with her own eyes once when she got up at night.
She knew there was nothing she could do, no way she could save anyone, and could only offer empty comfort.
And now, retribution has finally fallen on her.
She held her hands in front of her chest, holding an exquisite cross pendant.
"Please have mercy on me, an ungodly believer..."
Xiuqing was holding the pendant in front of her chest with both hands when she suddenly heard the sound of someone opening the door of the storage room.
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