She's a restless person, and a recent restaurant poisoning case reported in the news has caught her attention. Anyone who's good at thinking about this will recognize that those with a sense of social retaliation live under immense pressure. When that pressure builds up, it will eventually explode.
In the restaurant kitchen, she was wearing a white chef's uniform, moving around among the busy crowd, touching the potatoes under her feet, the chickens, ducks, fish and meat above her head, and looking at the raging flames beside her in amazement.
"That," someone called out loudly, "it's you, come here and cut the onions." The man pulled her aside. There was a large basket of fresh onions next to the chopping board.
"Cut them all?" My eyes hurt when I saw these purple things.
"We'll need all of it today," the chef said, placing the knife on the board. "Cut quickly."
She frowned, raised her head, and cut a few with gritted teeth. The young people around her looked at her with amusement and handed her some papers.
In the busy kitchen, the only sounds she could hear were the roar of fire and the clashing of pots and pans. This irritated her to the point of tears, and she tried to figure out what was wrong, and there was indeed something wrong.
The front-of-house manager rushed in and said to the chef who was preparing the dishes: "Someone outside said there is something wrong with the food."
"who?"
"Guest," the manager leaned close to his ear, "go and take a look."
"I'm too busy here," the chef looked around, "let the new guy go."
The manager walked to Mu Zishan again, his face was smoked by the onions, and he said impatiently: "Follow me." He was pulled out by the lobby manager again.
In the staff corridor, he kept reminding people, "Be polite to the customers. Our dishes are definitely fine, but for the sake of service, if the customers are truly dissatisfied, just ask for a new one."
His pace was so fast that she could hardly keep up, so she could only respond with, "I know."
He slowed down when they reached the hall, walked in front of Mu Zishan, and brought her to a couple.
"Our chef is here," the lobby manager said, "If you have any questions, you can ask her."
"A woman?" the man was dissatisfied. "Didn't I tell you to call the chef?"
"Excuse me, but we still have so many customers in the restaurant," the manager said. "She's the chef's assistant. I hope I can help you solve your problem."
"Okay, let her taste it and see if there's anything wrong with the dish," the woman said to him, "and see if we're lying."
Mu Zishan tasted some fish meat with chopsticks and found that the taste was indeed a little different. He remembered that he had just put the ingredients on a fish dish and it might have been ordered by these two people.
Seeing that she was silent, the manager asked, "What's going on?"
"Oh," Mu Zishan put down his chopsticks, "There is indeed something wrong with this dish. We will replace it for you right away."
The manager apologized and said, "I've asked the kitchen to make another one."
"Is this a problem with the dish?" the man said unhappily. "This is a quality issue with your restaurant. If you knew this dish wasn't good, why did you still serve it?"
"That's right, do you think customers are fools?"
Seeing that the manager's apology was in vain, Mu Zishan, who had just turned around, turned back again and was grabbed by the hand by someone next to him.
Zhuo Qiang and his friends were having dinner here when they unexpectedly ran into Mu Zishan: "What are you doing here?"
Seeing that it was him, his anger subsided a little. He noticed that the people at the table next to him were looking at them. They must have come with him. He smiled slightly and said, "Are you eating here too?"
"What's that smell on you?" Zhuo Qiang asked, "Are you in the kitchen? Are you going to cause any trouble again?"
She whispered in his ear, "Investigate, just pretend you don't know me." Then she went back to the kitchen. The head chef asked her about her life outside, and she answered casually.
Zhuo Qiang returned to his original seat. Someone next to him asked, "Does Master Zhuo know the chef here?"
"Oh," he said, "I don't know him."
The two of them ordered some food, and when he went to the kitchen, Mu Zishan was gone. Later, he saw her more and more frequently, as a waiter, chef, guest, and even at various banquets.
Now that Zhuo Qiang was in a certain place, he couldn't help but pay attention to the waiters and waitresses, and sometimes he would even go to the kitchen to visit. He knew that there had been a poisoning case recently, and Shan Cong must have told her the inside information.
At a company cocktail party, Mu Zishan discovered a man with strange movements. At first, he entered as a guest, but soon changed into a waiter's uniform and moved among the guests.
She followed behind him, paying attention to every detail of him. Just when he was about to get close to Zhuo Qiang, he put the white powder stored in his sleeve into a glass of wine, and that glass of wine was aimed at Zhuo Qiang.
She pushed the person in front of her away, and just as he was about to drink the glass of wine, she bumped into his arms and the glass in her hand fell to the ground.
The man who poisoned them looked at them and then walked towards the stairs.
"Miss, are you okay?" Zhuo Qiang asked, helping her up. Seeing it was Mu Zishan, he asked, "Zishan?"
Everyone around them looked at them. Mu Zishan said, "I'm sorry," and ran in the direction the man had left. Seeing that the security door had been opened, he must have gone to the underground garage, so he quickly chased after him.
Police quickly gathered in the hall. In order to avoid panic, Shan Cong said, "Everyone, routine inspection." They had just seen the person who poisoned the person on the surveillance camera, but they didn't expect that the other party's target this time would be Zhuo Qiang.
The police evacuated the crowd and the water followed along the corridor.
Zhuo Qiang finally reacted and looked at the glass of wine on the ground. The servant had poisoned his wine. No wonder Mu Zishan had deliberately bumped into him. He followed Shan Cong out of the parking lot and found that there was no one there.
"Puff..." A motorcycle passed by them, followed by a car. The person in the car was Mu Zishan.
A police car drove up and two men got in and followed behind them.
The motorcycle left the parking lot and went down the stairs to another street. Mu Zishan followed him and drove the motorcycle down the stairs, scaring the pedestrians.
The police car was forced to stop on it.
"Officer Shan, what should we do?"
"What should we do?" He was also anxious. "Chase him. Contact the main station. Don't let him get away."
"Keep going." Zhuo Qiang said.
Shan Cong asked his colleagues to get out of the car and drove after him. He knew that if something happened to Mu Zishan, Zhuo Shao next to him would make him suffer.
Soon, they saw the car ahead. Suddenly, the motorcycle stopped and headed straight for Mu Zishan's car. She didn't stop or turn, but drove straight into it. When they were a certain distance apart, she threw something out the window, and the man fell to the ground. She then slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of him.
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