"Is this the kitchen?"
Wang Qing was still a little unsure and couldn't help but ask another question.
The waiter nodded affirmatively: "This is it!"
Wang Qing: "..."
Okay, it’s confirmed, the owner of this restaurant has a brain.
Looking at the decoration style of this kitchen room, Wang Qing even showed a hint of a vague sense of superiority in his heart.
Although, as a farmer, I am not doing very well.
But at least you won't make such stupid mistakes.
Sure enough, people still need to compare to find happiness more easily.
The waiter stared at Wang Qing, his face looking more and more like a dead person.
The white skin and muscles showed unnatural swelling, like a floating corpse that had been soaked in water for several days and nights.
Wang Qing shook his head, trying to wake himself up more.
She was really drunk and her hallucinations were getting worse.
It's okay to think of the waiter's legs as fish tails, but actually, they looked like fish tails with mutilated flesh and blood.
The semi-rotted flesh and blood hung on the distinct fish bones, and as the waiter twisted, a few small pieces fell off from time to time.
Wang Qing pursed her lips and swallowed silently.
hungry.
If I wasn't hungry, how could I hallucinate and see half-eaten fish?
I just drank a few bowls of soup and some rum, but they were all water and couldn't fill my stomach at all.
Sure enough, I still need to eat some hard food.
Perhaps seeing Wang Qing's delay in making any move, the waiter spoke again.
"The chef is inside, madam, please come in."
He looked directly at Wang Qing with no expression on his face.
However, if you observe carefully, you can easily find that his cheeks are moving slightly and his throat is constantly sliding.
It was as if, facing some unparalleled delicious food, his mouth was uncontrollably secreting saliva.
Always be prepared for a hearty meal.
Wang Qing was reminded by him and came to his senses.
Eating and other things can be put aside temporarily, but the business in front of you is more important.
Wang Qing clenched the phone in his hand and made sure the camera was pointed in front of him.
Then, he slowly opened the door.
Inside the door, it was extremely dark.
It seems that once all the light falls here, it will be swallowed up by the darkness and merge with this deep darkness.
Wang Qing squinted his eyes, stood at the door and looked inside.
Suddenly, I felt as if someone was pushing me on my back.
Wang Qing turned around and saw the waiter standing behind him, with a leaking hand still pressing on his back and not taking it back.
Wang Qing: "Huh?"
There was a trace of confusion in the waiter's eyes. He pushed harder and pushed again.
Wang Qing stood there, his feet as steady as a rock, motionless.
waiter:"……"
Wang Qing: "..."
The two looked at each other.
After a few seconds of silence, Wang Qing spoke in a confused tone: "What are you doing?"
The waiter calmly withdrew his hand, looking as if nothing had happened.
"Ma'am, please come in."
Wang Qing turned around, always feeling that something was not right, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
She looked at the dark kitchen, her nose twitching, and she smelled the smell coming from inside.
The salty smell of sea water, and the lingering strong smell of blood.
"chop!"
A dull thud.
It was the sound of the bone-cutting knife falling on the chopping board.
Wang Qing heard the familiar breathing sound coming from the darkness again.
"Whoops, whoops, whoops..."
It's like a person doing strenuous exercise and panting.
Finally, her eyes got used to the darkness.
Wang Qing vaguely saw a particularly generous figure, with his back to him, doing something on the cooking table.
Could this be the chef?
But why does this chef have to work in such a dark kitchen?
Is it because you can’t bear the electricity bill and don’t want to turn on the lights?
Wang Qing fell into deep thought, but within two or three seconds, she suddenly understood.
This must be this chef’s unique cooking method!
Aren't the ones usually shown on TV, such as "Master Chef Xiao Fugui", "The Little Master of China" and "The Little Chef", all following this routine?
A good chef must have unique cooking techniques.
For example, the chef in front of me must be the kind of chef who relies on his touch and smell to complete dishes in the dark!
Then I thought about the bowl of jellyfish soup I drank. It was so delicious. It must have been cooked using this special technique!
Wang Qing's love for talents suddenly arose in his heart.
I wanted to rush forward immediately and ask the other person if he was willing to join his farm and work in the farm canteen.
But as soon as she clenched her fist, something cold and hard hit her palm.
Feeling the touch of the phone, Wang Qing gradually calmed down again.
By the way, the purpose of her trip was to photograph evidence of the illegal operation of this restaurant.
Even if you want to poach, you can put it aside for now.
Let’s finish more important things first.
With this in mind, Wang Qing walked into the back kitchen.
The whole person merged into the unfathomable darkness.
The chef didn't seem to be aware of the outsider's entry, and continued his work in front of the chopping board.
He waved his thick arms, and the bone-chopping knife kept falling.
Once at a time, chop the items on the cutting board into fine pieces.
Minced meat, blood, and bone residue were scattered in all directions under his blade.
As if affected by the scene of blood and flesh in front of him, the chef's movements became more intense, and his breathing became heavier due to excitement.
Finally, Wang Qing walked behind the chef and stopped.
As if aware of someone approaching, the chef's movements slowed down.
Finally, I stopped chopping meat.
Wang Qing took a step forward and pointed the camera of his cell phone at the chef.
It's just too dark, the screen is completely empty, and nothing can be captured.
"Excuse me……"
In the darkness, Wang Qing's voice sounded.
A young, weak, girl's voice.
Like a lost lamb.
The chef's face was filled with bloodthirsty excitement.
A pair of eyes burst out with cold light.
"Tian!"
He turned around suddenly and locked the target accurately in the darkness.
The chef rounded his arms and swung the knife in his hand without hesitation.
"Hey!"
A small exclamation suddenly sounded.
It was too dark around him, and his brain was already dizzy. Wang Qing stumbled without checking his feet.
Just in time to hit the chef's oncoming arm.
Wang Qing subconsciously reached out and grabbed the only support in front of him.
The chef felt a strong force tightening around his wrist, and his whole arm felt sore and numb in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the knife in his hand flew out.
The bone-cutting knife fell to the ground, making a dull sound.
