In the back kitchen.
The room was too narrow and dark, and the darkness seemed to have been entrenched here for a long time. It had long been integrated with every inch of the wall and every floor in the room, interfering with and breeding old dirt.
The frost-white moonlight shines in through the porthole, and it is like a drop of water falling into the thick ink, which is quickly decomposed and eroded.
Only through the faint light can we vaguely see the situation inside.
The chef's figure was so broad that it was almost like a wall of flesh, and he gasped.
The veins in his thick arms bulged from the exertion, and he held the handle of a knife with both hands.
The sharp blade of the bone-cutting knife was deeply embedded in the door.
If this door was just an ordinary thigh bone, it would have been cut into two pieces.
The chef gasped, clenched his back molars, and pulled out the knife stuck in the door.
The wooden door made a sharp creaking sound.
In the darkness, it seemed that some dark liquid could be vaguely seen flowing down the grooves cut by the bone-cutting knife on the wooden door.
Maybe, not just the door.
The whole back kitchen made a small "creaking" sound.
It was intermittent, sometimes high and sometimes low, like an uncontrollable moan caused by pain.
The wall also twisted and deformed - it dented slightly, making the kitchen look like a tire liner; then it suddenly bulged up, squeezing the entire kitchen even more narrowly.
The room no longer looked like a room, more accurately... it looked like the lungs and chest of some kind of creature.
It is constantly repeating the process of contraction and expansion.
Some dark liquid seeped out from the cracks in the wall and dripped down.
In the air, the moist smell of the sea is getting stronger and stronger.
"Pap..."
A drop of water seeped from the ceiling and fell.
It happened to fall on the plate of pudding in front of Wang Qing.
Wang Qing was startled and thought he had seen it wrong.
The next second, another drop of water fell from the ceiling above his head.
This time it fell in front of Wang Qing.
On the table, a small splash of water appeared.
"Why are you guys still leaking from the ceiling?" Wang Qing frowned and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling.
She couldn't even see where the ceiling was.
It was probably too high, and it was submerged in the thick darkness that the light could not reach.
The biggest light source in the restaurant is the chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.
Connected to the chandelier are several extremely thick and long iron chains, extending into a dark and high place that is difficult to peek into.
Maybe that moment was just an illusion. Wang Qing felt as if he could hear the sound of the waves rising in his ears...
To be precise, it was the sound of the waves coming from above.
"Pap..."
Another drop of water fell.
It smashed into the plate containing pudding. The soft and elastic pudding was shaken by the water droplets in the plate.
Wang Qing was convinced this time that he had read correctly.
"Why don't you serve the pudding to the guests when it's dirty?" Wang Qing looked at the waitress and said confidently.
"How could it be? All the ingredients in our store use the freshest and finest ingredients, and the most authentic cooking techniques... they will never be unclean." The waitress argued.
Wang Qing didn't expect that the waitress could still pretend to be blind when the evidence was right in front of her.
It seems that he is really determined. He doesn't even consider the health and safety of his guests and only wants to make money.
"How dare you say such a thing?!"
Wang Qing couldn't stand it anymore and stood up suddenly in anger. Unable to control his temper, he slapped the table with his hand.
The cups and plates on the table shook violently.
Even before Wang Qing's slap landed on the table, the housekeeper seemed to have been prepared for it. He leaned back without any trace, and even dragged the chair back a few inches with his feet.
Just after Wang Qing's slap fell.
The butler clearly felt that the table in front of him seemed a little lower than before.
The waitress seemed to notice something, lowered her head, and her eyes fell on the four legs of the table.
I saw four metal table legs that had sunk into the ground and were embedded in the marble floor.
The waitress' expression went blank for a moment, and her vertical pupils, which had shrunk to thin needles, expanded a bit.
Wang Qing became furious when he thought of the waitress's lack of professionalism.
I couldn't help but point to the plate of pudding on the table and said to the waitress: "You must say there is nothing wrong with this dish, then why don't you eat it yourself?"
The waitress slowly raised her head in a daze, and her eyes moved from the four table legs to Wang Qing's face, and then to Wang Qing's hands.
Finally, he lowered his head silently and stretched out his hand to take away the pudding on the table.
Wang Qing slammed the table again and asked sternly: "What are you doing? Put it down! Do you still want to serve this dish to other guests?!"
The waitress's hands trembled and the plate fell back on the table.
Wang Qing looked at the waitress's guilty look and squinted her eyes thoughtfully, feeling that her guess was reasonable.
Sure enough, you still have this idea!
Wang Qing felt angry for a moment and pointed at the pudding and said to the waitress: "If you really think this dish is fine, you can try it yourself!"
There was a bit of resistance on the waitress's face.
Wang Qing raised his hand and slapped the table again.
One word that speaks volumes: "Eat!"
She had to teach this waiter a lesson today, letting them know that even if they open a black shop, they can't treat customers like this!
The waitress looked at the table legs that were embedded another inch.
I feel like I probably won't be able to withstand beatings like this table.
Staring at the delicious-looking pudding, the waitress almost cried.
This is definitely coercion!
The woman in front of me is no ordinary person!
She must be threatening herself with violence. If she doesn't eat, there will be a table like this!
The waitress had no choice but to pick up the plate of pudding on the table and eat it obediently.
As soon as the pudding entered her mouth, it seemed like a living thing, crawling down her throat and into her body.
The waitress covered her mouth, took two steps back, and hurriedly grabbed the plate and left the place regardless of Wang Qing's reaction.
Watching the waitress leave in a hurry.
Wang Qing sighed: "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you."
She just wanted to teach the waitress a lesson.
Wang Qing knew that if there were two drops of sewage in the pudding, the result would be dilution at most, but it would not kill anyone.
I hope this waitress can learn a lesson after this incident.
The waitress quickly rushed into the bathroom.
Lying on the damp washbasin, he put his fingers into his mouth, as if he wanted to induce vomiting of the thing in his stomach.
She kept making vomiting sounds.
But nothing could be vomited out.
