Chapter 77 Captivity
At dinner time, the window where Mo Fei was responsible for serving food was crowded with people.
Every time someone came, they would ask Mo Fei what dishes he was cooking today, hoping that Mo Fei could give them more. The crowds were so crowded that they were almost rushing to get a booth when the stock exchange opened.
Mo Fei also saw a familiar figure among the people in the queue.
"Yan Liang?" Mo Fei looked at the person standing in front of him.
Yan Liang nodded: "I heard a long time ago that there is a new person in the cafeteria who cooks delicious food today, and I guessed it was you. I came here as soon as I changed shifts."
Since he was an acquaintance, Mo Fei really gave him two more spoonfuls of food, "This hot and sour pork intestine tastes pretty good."
Yan Liang couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the two full spoons of food.
After the bell rang, indicating the end of dinner, people in the cafeteria finished their work one after another.
Sister Wei took off her hat and put it in her storage compartment, then called to Mo Fei:
"Xiao Mo, shall we go together? I haven't asked you where you live yet."
"No, Sister Wei, you go first. My friend will come to see me later."
"Is he your boyfriend?" Sister Wei joked, "Then remember to turn off the lights. The chef will come to check later. If you don't turn off the lights, he will scold you tomorrow. You know that electricity is very expensive now."
After making sure that everyone had left, Mo Fei closed the kitchen door.
She moved the big iron pot on the stove, pressed her wrist and put her own magic iron pot on.
Since she was going to use it to invite a Level 4 Healer, she had to make the best tasting big plate chicken. So the magic iron pot + space water were indispensable.
Big plate chicken is a specialty food in Fenshi, and it first appeared in highway restaurants.
The main course is divided into three parts: chicken nuggets, potato nuggets and Xinshi belt noodles.
Later it became one of Xinshi’s top ten famous dishes.
Mo Fei first chopped a whole chicken into mahjong-sized pieces, blanched them, washed them, and put them aside.
Then cut the potatoes into dice about the same size as the chicken and put them in water to remove the starch.
Because there is a farm in the base, there is no shortage of green peppers, ginger, garlic, and dried chili peppers.
Mo Fei poured the oil to the bottom of the pot, sprinkled a handful of peppercorns and fried them until fragrant, then took them out and put a few pieces of rock sugar in the pot.
When the big bubbles produced by the rock sugar disappeared and turned into small bubbles, she immediately put the chicken in and stir-fried it with sugar color. In a blink of an eye, the color of the chicken had become shiny.
When stir-frying the chicken in Dapanji, you must use high heat to stir-fry until all the moisture is dry, so that it will taste fragrant.
Mo Fei pushed the chicken aside and put ginger slices, dried chili peppers and cooking wine in the empty space in the pot.
After stir-frying until fragrant, she added a ladle of boiling water from the space river.
After about 15 minutes, she added two spoonfuls of salt and the potato cubes.
While waiting for the big plate of chicken to be cooked, Mo Fei cleaned up on the side.
Perhaps it's due to her occupational disease, she can't stand a dirty and messy kitchen.
When the pot lid couldn't cover up the aroma of chicken and potatoes, Mo Fei put some hot peppers and garlic slices into the pot, cooked it over high heat until the sauce thickened, and then served it on a plate. She had just put the iron pot into the space and everything was back to normal when she heard the sound of a door opening outside the kitchen.
"Teacher." Mo Fei shouted.
The chef walked in with a flashlight. Mo Fei couldn't see his face against the light, but he could see that he was holding a large insulated rice bucket in his hand.
He first sniffed the remaining fragrance in the air, and then said:
"Don't you feel bad calling me your teacher for your skills?"
Mo Fei said quickly: "Teacher, you don't know that I don't have any other skills. Before the natural disaster, I could only cook a few dishes to support my family. So I especially respect people who can cook. You are the head chef, and your cooking skills are superb and everyone can see it. I am taking advantage of you by calling you teacher."
"That's a nice thing to say." It's hard to tell whether the chef's voice is happy or not.
He handed over the rice bucket: "Put it in, I'll wait for you outside."
He waved his hand and walked out of the kitchen back door.
Mo Fei was surprised to find that the strong smell of big plate chicken in the kitchen had dissipated in an instant.
Instead, you can still smell some sea breeze.
Could the chef's special ability be an air freshener? Mo Fei's imagination was blown away.
"Chef, aren't we going to look for your friend?"
Mo Fei followed the chef with a rice bucket in his hand and found that the place they were heading to was getting darker and darker.
But it is clear that small lights are buried on the main roads and branches in the base.
"Just follow me." The chef walked forward slowly, but found that Mo Fei had stopped. "You're not going anymore? Don't you want to save your friend?"
"Save me, of course. I'm just not feeling well today, so I'm walking a little slowly."
Mo Fei made an excuse. In fact, she just stopped to listen to see if Lin Jiyuan caught up.
Fortunately, Lin Jiyuan's footsteps were always following them a few dozen meters away.
In the darkness, the only source of light was the flashlight in the chef's hand.
Mo Fei followed the light closely.
She was distracted and felt herself going down.
I don’t know how long I walked, but there was finally light ahead.
The chef said, “Here we are.”
"Teacher, we are not going to crawl in through this dog hole, are we?"
Mo Fei pointed to a door that was light-transmitting but only the size of a bedside table.
"Hmph." The chef asked Mo Fei to follow him closely, not to talk or look around. Then he went through the small door with the food box in hand.
Mo Fei followed closely behind.
This is a world completely different from the rest of the base.
The only words left in Mo Fei's mind were "magnificent".
The decoration here looks no different from that of a five-star hotel.
The only difference is that the hotel has crystal chandeliers, while here they have crystal core chandeliers; the hotel has gold-plated decorations, while here they have pure gold statues. What is puzzling is that even the exchange has guards, but here there are no guards. This can only mean that the people living here are already top-notch and powerful, and they don't need anyone less powerful than themselves to protect them.
"Lao Zhou, you're here." Someone greeted the chef enthusiastically.
The chef nodded and smiled, raising the insulated rice bucket in his hand: "Yes. Isn't this a gift?"
"Hahaha. The food you cook must be delicious. It's a pity that I can't get used to it now."
The man walked by laughing.
Mo Fei's eyes almost popped out of their sockets: "Teacher, what was that person holding in his hand just now?"
What's on the plate is a pair of eyeballs, isn't it?
The man had already walked over, but as if he had heard what Mo Fei said, he turned around with a smile:
"Old Zhou, is this your apprentice? His eyes are quite bright."
"Yes. Children don't know the rules yet. Please feel free to do as you please."
The chef said quickly.
The man looked at Mo Fei for a few times, his smile faded, and in the end he didn't say anything.
"I've told you not to talk or look around. He just has this hobby. He orders a pair of eyes every few days. He eats them after serving. The prettier the eyes, the more he likes them." The head chef sighed, "This is a place only Level 4 Psychics can enter. They have the power of life and death over other people in the base. If you don't behave yourself, I can't protect you."
Mo Fei covered his mouth and lowered his head obediently.
In the past world, if someone was stronger and richer than you, it actually didn’t bother you at all.
You can still work a low-paid job, go to work, eat and sleep.
But it’s different now. Being weaker than others means your life is in the hands of others.
You don’t know why you will die, maybe for something as outrageous as having beautiful eyes.
Mo Fei felt cold all over.
Is this really a survivor base?
Or is it a large farm built by those high-level psychics?
Keeping humans in captivity? These words suddenly popped up in Mo Fei's mind.
"Knock knock knock." The chef walked to the door of room number 0421, stopped and knocked.
"Wait a minute." A vague male voice came from inside.
The chef stepped back a few steps and stood aside waiting.
Occasionally a few people walked in the corridor.
They all knew Lao Zhou. After finishing their tasks, they often asked Lao Zhou to order food, so they all greeted him politely.
Mo Fei found a mask from somewhere and put it on, then stood obediently behind the chef, as motionless as an old monk in meditation.
Let those scrutinizing eyes fall on her.
"I have a new apprentice. She's a good cook. I brought her here to introduce herself to the world. I hope you guys can take good care of her in the future." The chef responded with a smile.
"You have high standards. If you can accept us as your disciple, we will be in for a treat in the future."
Some people are chatting.
After a long time, Mo Fei found that the door behind them was open and someone was standing there in pajamas: "Come in."
He also held a blood-stained scalpel in his hand.
A strong smell of blood came from the bathroom in the room.
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