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Chapter 10 Monster Chef(2/2)

"Because of danger!"

What made Lin Baici unhappy was that the people at the same table knew this, but didn't say it, just hoping that someone else would try it.

It's none of their business if the person who goes there dies. If it happens, everyone will have a better chance of walking out of this restaurant alive.

"Gan, why didn't I think of that?"

Brother Gu slapped his head hard. He was still blaming himself and angry for his timidity. He didn't expect that Lin Baici knew from the beginning that this plan was not feasible.

"What should we do?"

The old aunt was uneasy: "You can't really rely on me, right?"

“You can also pray that among the next wave of tourists attracted by the fragrance, there will be five-star chefs!”

Sima Mu had no choice.

"You can't even be a chef, you have to be a god of food!"

The little girl's eyes were bright. If she was a god of food, she would definitely be able to taste all the ingredients used in this bowl of porridge after one sip, and even the spring water from which place was used!

That's how it's played on TV.

While Hua Yueyu was thinking of a solution, she looked at Lin Baici and found that he was sizing up the cook with a calm expression.

This posture is like a diner enjoying afternoon tea leisurely, rather than a poor guy who will die under the pollution of the rules in the next moment.

Hua Yueyu turned around to observe. Everyone in the room was nervous, scared, and frightened. They lowered their heads, afraid of meeting the cook's eyes.

Only Lin Baici,

Very calm.

What a big heart is this!

Are you too calm to be surprised?

It's a pity that the mobile phone can't be used, otherwise she really wanted to take a picture of Lin Baici at this moment.

The cook listened to the young man in plaid shirt talking about the ingredients and shook her head in disappointment.

"wrong!"

"Let me think again!"

The young man in the plaid shirt racked his brains, but he had already used up three opportunities.

The cook drew her knife.

Whoosh!

The sharp kitchen knife, with a trace of silver, cut across the neck of the young man in the plaid shirt.

Boom!

His head fell off, and red blood rose to the sky.

There was a sudden commotion in Xiangji Kitchen.

After the cook finished killing the man, she rubbed the kitchen knife on the clothes of the corpse, wiped off the blood, then inserted it into the back of the waist, then picked up the young man's head with one hand, picked up his body with the other, and walked towards the kitchen.

In less than ten seconds, the cook came out with a bucket and a rag to wipe away the blood on the floor.

After doing all this, the cook raised her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then walked to the kitchen.

When she passed by a young woman, she was so nervous that she accidentally knocked over the bowl.

Some porridge spilled out.

The cook's face immediately turned sullen.

"What a waste!"

"I'm not intentional……"

Before the young woman could finish speaking, her head was chopped off with a kitchen knife.

Boom!

The head fell on the table and rolled a bit.

hiss!

The whole place gasped, and everyone lowered their heads so low that they almost stuffed them into their crotches.

Fear!

The old aunt trembled and subconsciously grabbed Lin Baici's arm.

Jin Yingzhen turned around and saw that Lin Baici did not panic.

This made her feel at ease a lot.

The cook squatted down and started to wipe the floor: "You have been drinking porridge for a long time. When I finish my work, I will start asking questions. Anyone who can't answer can be used as firewood for me to make porridge!"

Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened.

The old man sitting diagonally across from Lin Baici became angrier as he thought about it. Didn't he just come to burn incense and wish for a long life and a fortune?

How come this kind of bad thing happened?

If I had known this earlier, wouldn't it be nice to pinch my feet?

The cook stood up, looked around, and walked towards Lin Baici.

Several tourists on the table became numb instantly and began to pray to gods and Buddhas, praying that they would not be found by the cook.

"Okay...it seems to be coming for us!"

The old aunt was so frightened that she cried.

The uncle lowered his head, pretending to drink porridge, and secretly glanced at the cook, but his eyes still met, which made him tremble all over.

"It's over!"

At this moment, the uncle was full of fear and suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked the leg of the stool where the little girl was sitting next to him.

oops!

The little girl fell down and squatted.

"What are you doing?"

Hua Yueyu has a strong sense of justice and scolds him when he sees this.

The uncle pretended not to have heard.

The cook stopped in front of the little girl.

"Little distinguished guest, let me ask you, do you know what kind of beans are in the porridge?"

The cook knelt down and stroked the little girl's head.

"me……"

The little girl panicked and looked at her mother.

"Please, save her!"

The little girl's mother was desperate and kept praying to everyone.

There is nothing anyone can do.

Lin Baici held the pine torch tightly in his right hand.

He stared at the cook, picked up the porridge with his left hand, and took a sip.

Sweet, soft and glutinous rice with overflowing aroma.

It is indeed good porridge.

Jin Yingzhen and Hua Yueyu noticed Lin Baici's movements at the same time, feeling both fear and admiration.

"Oppa, let's chop it down together!"

Jin Yingzhen's moral standards did not allow her to watch a little girl die in front of her and remain indifferent.

"Fight!"

Hua Yueyu grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and prepared to lift the table.

"Brother Lin, be steady!"

Sima Mu persuaded.

When Little Sister Li heard this, she looked down upon this guy.

In the dining hall, the atmosphere was depressing.

Just when everyone thought that the little girl was going to die, they suddenly saw the big boy at the little girl's table picking up the bowl and taking a sip of porridge.

“Good porridge!”

The big boy cheered, put the big bowl on the table with a loud bang, and then shouted to the murderous cook...
Chapter completed!
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