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Chapter 612 Shen Cang Goes to a Restaurant

Wearing a black suit, holding a black umbrella, and his gorgeous hair neatly tied behind his head, Shen Cang walked into the restaurant with an expressionless face.

He found a vacant seat in the corner and sat down. The waiter passed by with the menu, and he randomly ordered one meat and one vegetarian dish with a bowl of rice.

When the dishes were served on the table, Shen Cang glanced at them without moving his chopsticks.

He sat there, the guests came and went, he was always there, the food on his table did not move, the waiters were not easy to chase people away, the waiters in the lobby all looked at him with weird eyes.

Originally they thought it was a cool old handsome guy, but now they thought it was a... weirdo!

The restaurant was about to close, and the cashier mustered up the courage to walk up to him, "Sir, we are closing, look, do you want to pack?"

Shen Cang glanced at the untouched food on the table, shook his head: "No need."

"Then you..." The cashier looked at the door, and then at him, obviously the unfinished question was: can you go?
Shen Cang said indifferently, "Where's the boss?"

"You want to see our boss?"

Shen Cang nodded.

Didn't move a chopstick after ordering food, and now I have to see the boss again, wouldn't it be a fault?The cashier scowled: "The boss is not here."

Shen Cang looked in the direction of the kitchen, at the moment the boss was coming out.

The boss came out so coincidentally that it felt like a slap in the face, and the cashier ran away in despair.

The boss didn't expect that there were guests in the lobby, and his eyes fell on the food on the guest's table. He couldn't help frowning, and stepped forward to ask, "Is the food not to your liking?"

He has a culinary skill that appeals to all taste buds.

Difficult to say the food.

But he used supernatural power to exchange for the culinary skills that satisfy everyone.

He didn't understand how anyone could reject his cooking skills.

"I didn't move."

Hearing this, the boss understands.

If you move your chopsticks, it is impossible to stop until you are full.

"Try it, it should satisfy you."

Shen Cang shook his head.

The boss frowned: "Are you here for trouble?"

To the surprise of the boss, Shen Cang nodded.

The boss rummaged through the food with chopsticks, but he didn't find anything like hair, cockroaches or insects.

People who are looking for trouble will put this kind of thing in their meals, and then they have to pay compensation, otherwise they will make things worse.

The boss narrowed his eyes dangerously, and instantly became cold.

He said to the employees in the lobby who were still watching the excitement and still not getting off work: "Go back, I will handle this matter myself."

The boss has spoken, and those who want to watch the fun can only leave.

The boss pulled the shutter door, closed the door, and walked slowly towards Shen Cang. At this moment, his mind recalled the way he had dealt with this situation before. Those people had all become the "nutrients" of the formation.

Come here to make trouble, if you want to ruin his business, then let them be your help, strengthen the formation with flesh and blood, feed the formation with soul, and make the restaurant more prosperous!

The boss took out a bone chopping knife, looked at Shen Cang gloomyly, and said quietly: "Guess, how many fish, how many chickens, how many ducks, and how many bones do I have to chop with this knife every day?"

Shen Cang's eyes were silent, and he looked at him: "This knife did not kill fish, chickens and ducks, but it was stained with a lot of human blood."

The boss's hand holding the knife tightened, and his eyes became alert.

Shen Cang picked up a chopstick and shot it suddenly, hitting the boss's wrist. The boss let go of his hand instantly due to the numbness, and the heavy bone cutter in his hand smashed on the ground, and the blade was deeply embedded in the floor.

(End of this chapter)