Like an executioner, the chef is using a blood-stained knife to butcher a life that is not yet dead.
In his hazy state, Chen Licheng seemed to hear a mournful cry coming from the piece of flesh in front of him.
He felt like he was going crazy.
The incessant dripping sound, along with the faint, indistinct sound of mournful weeping, lingered in his ears.
"Do you understand now?"
Beside him, the chef who was demonstrating meat-cutting techniques spoke.
The cook was standing just beside him, so his voice should have been clear.
But Chen Licheng felt that the voice was indistinct, as if it came from a distant horizon.
He didn't know if he was dreaming or if some unknown terror had taken over his existence.
He felt his thinking was slowly becoming sluggish.
He seemed to be able to control his movements, but he couldn't sense anything coming from the outside world.
"That piece of meat is spoiled."
Chen Licheng did not answer the chef's question.
He raised his right hand and pointed to the grotesque piece of flesh that was still bleeding profusely in his eyes.
His voice sounded flat and emotionless, like a machine stating established facts without feeling.
Chen Licheng no longer looked at the piece of meat.
He turned around, silently met the chef's gaze, and waited for his reply.
During this process, he noticed that the other person's chef's uniform was also covered in bloodstains.
Of course, in his understanding, this was not surprising.
However, the chef didn't even turn around to look at Chen Licheng when he raised his objections.
It seems they had anticipated that Chen Licheng would raise such a question.
"The meat wasn't spoiled."
The chef's hands never stopped moving as he continued to slice the mountain of meat.
"You're the one who's broken."
The next moment!
The chef quickly turned around, still holding the knife in the same position as before.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!!!”
The intense pain caused Chen Licheng to let out an uncontrollable scream.
He looked down at his hands and then realized that a piece of flesh had been cut from his left forearm.
The chef turned around so quickly that he couldn't even see his movements.
Only when the pain shot through him did he realize what the other person had cut off when they last raised the knife.
Cutting the flesh from the mountain of flesh, and cutting the flesh from his body.
To the other party, there is no difference.
Realizing this, Chen Licheng instantly became more alert due to the pain in his arm.
He looked at the piece of meat that had fallen to the ground.
Compared to the mountain of meat on the countertop, its size seemed pitifully small.
But the moment I saw it—
Chen Licheng quickly covered his mouth, suppressing the urge to vomit.
I felt disgusted because it was a part of my own body.
But I am even more disgusted by its more distorted and ugly appearance.
He couldn't believe it had once been a part of his body.
The pieces of meat that had fallen to the ground appeared to have just been cut off, and some kind of black, viscous liquid had seeped out.
Blood!
That was blood that should have been bright red!
But at this moment, the piece of meat did not look "fresh" at all; it gave the impression that it had been rotten for a long time.
It looked like a black worm slowly wriggling on the ground.
Seeing Chen Licheng staring at the piece of meat on the ground, the chef next to him bent down, picked it up, and casually threw it into the trash can.
The other party's expression was completely unsurprised, and their movements were fluid.
Chen Licheng felt that he might just be throwing away a piece of trash.
Yes, perhaps that was a piece of trash that was affecting their work.
The sounds of dripping water and wailing had disappeared from his ears.
Instead, his left hand, bleeding profusely, appeared.
Chen Licheng suddenly realized that the sound of water and crying he had just heard might have been his hallucination.
Even though nothing has been done yet, they have already walked a path between life and death.
This terrifying experience left him terrified.
"Thank...thank you."
Chen Licheng's tone carried a hint of resentment and fear.
The chefs around him turned their heads and seemed to give him a deep look, but then immediately went back to their work.
The chef, who had just stabbed him, still spoke to him indifferently.
"Work hard."
It seems that the other person's perception has only been instilled with the word "work".
Like a machine that never tires.
Upon hearing this, Chen Licheng immediately realized what was happening.
He didn't dare ask anyone else for a first-aid kit so they could bandage his wounds.
Chen Licheng decisively tore off the fabric from the leg of his pants.
It was used as a makeshift bandage and carelessly wrapped around the wound.
After treating his wounds, Chen Licheng picked up his uniform and put it on, then shakily picked up a knife.
Following the technique the chef had demonstrated to him, he cut the piece of meat in front of him, which had shrunk considerably and was driving him almost mad.
Meanwhile, he cautiously observed the chefs standing around him, busy preparing various ingredients.
There are about thirty people working in the area where he is located.
Based on his previous work experience, the area he is currently in is probably the food preparation area.
In addition, the kitchen should also be equipped with corresponding washing and cooking areas.
The food preparation area looked much cleaner than the hotel kitchen where he used to work.
The chefs were all wearing clean and tidy chef uniforms.
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