Chapter 328: Chef Saint Ansu

Early in the morning, just after daybreak, Chaos Walled City had already awakened, and the hardworking residents of the Walled City began their work for the day. The magic neon lights flashed brilliantly, and one warm and harmonious shop after another was lit up, and the residents were all busy at work.

Because Chaos Walled City is a transit station for the outside world to enter the Holy City and is in a period of rapid development and expansion, every shop is short of staff. Smugglers like Ansu are the most popular among the bosses.

Especially the parent-child restaurants at the entrance of the street are most short of staff.

For the troll who is a chef, human palms have more delicate and chewy meat and more nutritional value than other ingredients such as pig's trotters and cow's trotters.

He has been a chef for many years and is quite good at being a human being.

The palms of the elderly are suitable for stewing, while the palms of women are relatively tender and delicious and can be eaten directly as sashimi. Of course, the most nutritious hands are those of some human males. The hands of a little Chu Nan, who has never gone out and has never been in love, are rare and have the highest nutritional value because their palms are often rich in mysterious proteins that have remained for many years.

This kind of food has the most nutritional value and can be boiled with medicinal herbs;

It is true that Chu Nan is full of treasures.

The second place that was short of staff was the Black Bazi Hospital on the second floor of the walled city. A new trend suddenly became popular among the nobles of the Chaos Dynasty, which was to amputate various limbs onto their own bodies. Whoever had the best-looking and most chaotic look would be most likely to win the blessing of chaos.

After the human arms were peeled off from the flesh in the parent-child restaurant on the first floor, the remaining parts were transported to the amputation hospital for the nobles to amputate.

The last place that was short of staff was the Faculty of Arts on the third floor of the walled city.

When a person's hand reaches the third layer, there is not much left, only the ashes can be used. Tattoo technicians burn the arm bones into white ashes, and then apply the white ashes to the customer's whole body, which is the recently popular "cold white skin" style tattoo.

The parent-child restaurant, the amputation hospital, and the death tattoo shop are the three shops that are most short of staff in the chaotic city.

"Your Majesty." Ansu showed an innocent smile. He filled out the agency application form and handed it to Count Dracula. "I want to do these three jobs."

Going to work and getting paid can only be considered as a reward for labor and cannot be called making money. Only when you go to work without working can it be called making money.

So the most urgent thing is to find a job first.

Count Dracula blinked his eyes and looked at the enthusiastic young man in front of him. The Count could feel the boy's enthusiasm and sincerity from the bottom of his heart, and could feel the love for his work in his eyes.

Idiots like this are the easiest to exploit! You have a good eye.

He even worked three jobs at once! The Count had read Ansu's background information and knew that he was an orphan from the border. Children from such poor families were the most hardworking and he liked such poor children the most.

The blood of poor kids is easy to suck.

"Young man, you have a good eye. You are interested in the parent-child restaurant, the Black Eight Characters Hospital and the College of Arts at the same time." Count Dracula could not wait to draft an agency contract and handed it to Ansu. "Just sign these three free labor contracts. Don't worry, the salary is good."

"White work?" An Su raised his eyebrows.

"Because the human empire often has unscrupulous bosses who exploit their employees and draft unscrupulous black labor contracts, our city will never allow such a bad phenomenon as 'black labor' to exist." Count Dracula said righteously, "So we call it working for free here. The salary is not bad. I won't charge you any agency fees for my introduction, and the task is quite simple. You just need to sign here."

"Please rest assured that after the twelve hours are up, the temporary contract for white labor will be automatically renewed." Count Dracula showed a humane smile, "But as long as you pass the fingerprint identity verification again, you can terminate the subsequent contract."

Ansu glanced at the three contracts: [Employer (Party A): Chaos City Information Technology Park, Awad A Park]

[Job level: Level 3 low-level temporary worker]

[Chef's assistant (morning shift)] [Doctor's assistant (afternoon shift)] [Technician's assistant (evening shift)]

[Job Description: When the chef, doctor, or technician needs help, Party B should lend a hand]

[Total employment time: 12 hours (trial time: 3 hours)]

[During the work period, Party A shall be responsible for Party B’s safety]

[After the 12 hours, the contract will be automatically renewed, but the contract can be cancelled after the identity authentication is successful]

[Salary: 10 gold coins per hour, the probation period is not included in the salary calculation]

[Note: You need to pay ten gold coins as a deposit, which will be refunded after the trial period ends]

[Please sign and seal the contract]

This is a soul-dividing contract. After both parties sign it, neither Party A nor Party B can violate the terms of the contract.

"Well, these look like three very good jobs." An Su checked the contract and nodded with a smile. "The work is also very easy, and I can earn a total of 120 gold coins."

Seeing the satisfied look on the boy's face, Count Dracula smiled warmly. He had built up such a huge business by acting as an intermediary, so it was easy for him to deal with a kid like Ansu. This contract looked perfect, but in fact it was full of traps that were linked together.

The first thing is the work content. Party B should lend a hand when necessary.

This sentence actually means literally. When a chef needs to cook, when a hospital needs to amputate a limb, or when a tattoo artist needs bone pigment, the assistant has to cut off his hand and put it on the spot.

The trial time is three hours, but it does not mean the total trial time is three hours. Instead, each of the three tasks requires three hours, which together is nine hours. There is no work during the nine hours of work.

The so-called trial period is just one way of writing it. In fact, it is the 'shelf life', also known as the guarantee date of food.

Wages will only be paid if the food exceeds the expiration date, but as long as the food is consumed within the expiration date, there is no need to continue paying wages.

After all, the assistant lost his arm due to a work-related injury and naturally cannot work. Since he cannot work, why should they, as the boss, pay him wages?

At the same time, Ansu would not be paid for twelve hours, and the deposit would not be returned, but he would owe ten gold coins. If he could not repay, his other organs would be mortgaged!

Moreover, even if he paid off his debt, he would not be able to escape, because the contract would be automatically renewed after twelve hours, and the renewal contract could only be terminated after identity verification. But by that time, An Su no longer had any fingerprints, and he didn't even have his hands!

By then, it will be too late for him to regret.

A lowly poor kid actually tried to get a resident certificate for the holy city!

A smile appeared on Count Dracula's lips, his scarlet eyes were full of joy, and his eyes were fixed on Ansu, on this orphan from the border. The smile on his lips grew even more profound. Poor guy, just work for us masters for free all your life.

Working illegally in the human empire can earn you money, but working for free is just working for nothing! Thanks to the constant licking of the buttocks by the demon cicadas and the colonists, countless races despised and abandoned their hometowns for the sweetness of buttocks and the freedom of chaos, and in order to reach the advanced civilized world, they came to Awad with illusions in their hearts. For Count Dracula, these endless idiots are an endless supply of food.

Moreover, these foods do not need to pay taxes when passing through customs! It is these genius colonists whose IQ is close to that of human children who have created the Chaos Walled City. Thanks to the money earned by these idiots as intermediaries, Count Dracula has expensive virgin blood as his main meal every day.

"It's a perfect contract, Your Majesty."

Ansu also showed Dracula an innocent smile, "Loving work is also a kind of love. I have loved loving people since I was a child, and I will also love these jobs. Count Dracula, you are such a good person, may chaos protect you."

He looked at the contract and signed the name 'Ansu Milton' on the Party B signature.

"May chaos bless you, honest young man." Count Dracula smiled in his heart and signed his name on the signature of Party A. "The contract is established."

Ansu's great work officially began at eight o'clock.

The warm sunlight shines on the 'Parent-Child Restaurant' on the first floor of the Chaos Walled City, and also on the piles of bones at the door. The Parent-Child Restaurant opens from 8 to 12 o'clock, and a long queue has formed outside the restaurant - the dragon tribesmen are squatting at the door of the restaurant. They are all regular customers of the Parent-Child Restaurant. This restaurant is good at dealing with people, and its famous dish 'Braised Human Hands' is quite famous.

It tastes very chewy.

Because the patrons were overly enthusiastic, by nine o'clock, the stockpiled ingredients had been used up, but there were still one or two dragons waiting to dine.

"It's written in the contract that you can lend a hand when needed." The troll chef was wearing a white apron and holding a kitchen knife. His bloody teeth were clenched and his breath was dark green. His chest was heaving violently and his mouth was twitching slightly. It can be seen that this gentleman's emotions were very unstable. "Literally, it means that when we are short of ingredients for cooking, you cut off your hand and give it to us."

It stared at the boy in front of it and said madly, "Why the hell are you handing me a handle while I'm cooking!"

“Chef.”

Ansu said seriously, as he removed the door handle from the restaurant to Mr. Troll. "I mean this literally. It's written in the contract, 'give a hand'."

"I'm cooking." The troll chef's face was full of black lines, "I'm not repairing the door!"

"That's none of my business." An Su shook his head. "It's written in the contract anyway. You can't go against it once you sign it."

It seems to make some sense. The troll's IQ is not high enough, and it thinks what Ansu said makes sense.

Moreover, the soul contract did not punish Ansu Milton in front of him.

Since there was no violation of the contract, the Troll Chef would not dare to attack Ansu, after all, the latter was protected by the contract.

"Hoo--why haven't you done that yet? Hurry up."

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Just at this moment, the magic dragons queuing outside started roaring. They had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Don't give me a perfect person. If you don't clean it up, I will kill you two!"

As a result, the braised dishes had not been served yet. As the superior race of the Chaos Kingdom, the Demon Fang Dragon Clan was not to be underestimated in terms of strength. Their sharp magic teeth could tear everything apart.

They were so irritable that they started cursing. Their several-meter-long tails smashed on the tables, and their teeth broke several tables into pieces.

The chef was sweating profusely, as there was a shortage of ingredients and a short staff. As a troll, he could not afford to offend the dragon, after all, the dragon was more powerful than him. He was anxiously looking for alternative ingredients. The pig's trotters were all used up and the cow's trotters were not enough. He searched for a long time and suddenly froze, staring at Ansu with wide eyes and dull eyes.

The young man in front of me started to heat up the oil in the pot. The red oil was bubbling in the pot. He chopped up the green onion and ginger and fried them in. He then stir-fried them to create a layer of sugar color. He then poured the sauce over them carefully. Finally, he put the huge, troll-specific Mithril handle on his shoulder into the pot . The aroma filled the air.

"It's done." An Su smiled innocently. He took the dish out of the pot and put it on a plate. "Braised handle. Mr. Chef, according to the contract, I need to help you, and you must accept my help. I will help you satisfy your guests' appetite."

Ansu is a professional chef. After years of research, he found that the handle is also a rare branch of the hand.

Did you really cook your handle into a dish? The troll was silent. Is this possible?

The dragon outside has already started to tear everything apart, "Roar, if it's not good enough, let me build it!"

"If that doesn't work," the troll muttered, "I'll just throw you out and let him eat you. You're just a temporary worker anyway."

There was really no other way. The troll saw that Ansu's braised handle looked really good, and the handle could no longer be seen under the sugar color, so he tentatively asked the waiter to serve it to the dragon guests.

"This little dish today is really chewy, and it has a sizzling, crunchy flavor."

The dragon didn't suspect anything and picked up the handle and started to gnaw on it. It tried hard to bite the food into its stomach, and then it heard a snapping sound. Its face became dull, and it tentatively reached into its mouth with its claws, only to see that its mouth was full of blood and broken teeth.

Its teeth,

Broken.

The dragon's teeth, which were powerful enough to bite steel in half, were broken into pieces on this dish! [Order completed]

[Magic Dragon Clan: Big Tooth Senma said your dish is very chewy]

[Evaluation: Awesome]

The troll chef was completely confused. How could a mere handle be so hard?

"See, the problem is solved. The guests won't be able to eat anymore, so there's no need to eat."

Ansu said to the dumbfounded troll, "While cooking, I carved the alchemical rune of 'hardness' on my handle, and then remelted the structure of the mithril through a big fire, re-refined the magic circuit, and refined it three times, giving it the property of hardness again, and applied a triple protective array."

“.”

The troll was dumbfounded, I asked you to cook, but you turned it into alchemy!

This is a kitchen, not a workshop! The chef thought he was invincible in the art of dark cuisine and was honored as the "God of Cooking" by the world, but in the next half an hour, he finally saw what a chef is.

The second dish was spicy hotpot.

The fire magic on the handle burned the customer's mouth so much that he couldn't speak. It was praised as "popular among the people"

The third dish is a cold dish.

Create freezing magic on the handle, freeze the customer's tongue into ice and then melt it, and get the evaluation [Salivating]

The fourth course, sashimi.

Sharpen the handle into a Mithril weapon, and stab it into the customer's body to get a rating of [Highly praised]

The troll huddled in a corner with trembling shoulders. It looked at the Master Kitchen Saint with fear, watching the scene before it.

Countless alchemical weapons were forcefully stuffed into the throats of diners by the chef saint Ansu, blood splattered everywhere, and none of the customers could give a bad review. However, the young man still had that sunny smile on his face, as if he truly loved being a chef and felt that the dishes he made were delicious.

At ten o'clock, Ansu's trial period was over.

He turned around with a smile on his face and looked at the chef, "Sir, my probation period is over, it's time for me to officially start working."

The trial is so amazing, what will it be like to officially participate?

The troll cast his head out of the shadow. He was afraid that if he continued, his shop would be demolished and turned into the largest human alchemy workshop in Naraku.

"But we have already signed the contract. I need to work, otherwise I won't get paid." An Su shook his head, "I can't make any money."

"It would be fine if you just go to work instead of working." The troll smiled like a good cat. He was really afraid of this old man Ansu. "We will still pay you wages, you just need to rest. This is what we call making money."

The chef now only wants to send away Ansu, the god of plague. He can turn cooking into alchemy. This old man looks so pure and glorious, but he is more chaotic than anyone else.

Even if he was good at being a good person, he couldn't compare to An Su. This young master was really good at being a good person! He was really afraid that An Su would come to him to taste the food on a whim.

"I'm so sorry. What a pity."

An Su said ashamedly that he had crossed out the restaurant and store, and that he had completed one third of his money-making plan, so he looked towards the Black Eight Hospital on the second floor.

Once again, the boy smiled as if he loved his work.

(End of this chapter)