Collectors in Food Captives

Chapter 13
At this moment, a rapid alarm bell sounded in the glacier.

The law and order in the glacier is very good. The last time the alarm was called was when Zhang Wei chopped the glacier with his sword.

"What's going on!" Tang Zhihun shouted loudly.

The guard at the door replied: "It seems that someone has sneaked into the glacier, Mr. Wu Yong has already fought the enemy."

Tang Zhihun was shocked. Could it be that the person hiding in the dark was discovered?
Although Wu Yong's brain is not very good, his kung fu is definitely top-notch!

"Stay here, I'll go and have a look."

"Chef be careful, just leave it to the guards."

Tang Zhihun smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, my knife is not just for cutting vegetables."

Before he could finish speaking, there was a roar at the door, just like a C4 explosion.

A bloody man in black struggled to stand up in the dust, it was Bruce.

Wu Yong's heroic voice came from far to near: "Hahaha, run away, run away as much as you want!"

"Oh, entered the kitchen? Why, are you planning to take a hostage?"

At this moment, Wu Yong was completely different from his usual self. He was two and a half meters tall out of thin air, with bulging muscles comparable to a bodybuilder, and there were countless knife wounds and sword marks on his body.

Wu Yong clenched his fists and made a crackling sound of popping beans.

"I advise you to save your energy. If you are captured without a fight, I promise to treat the prisoners preferentially!"

Coupled with Wu Yong's ferocious and crazy expression, these words are not convincing at all.

Bruce spat out a mouthful of blood, and gasped, "I didn't want to run, and I didn't want to take hostages. You give me a moment of silence, I have something to say to Tang Zhihun."

Looking at the person, Tang Zhihun scratched his head and said, "Who are you? You look familiar."

puff~
Bruce spat out a mouthful of old blood angrily, pointed at the drunk shrimp roll and shouted loudly: "After eating my food for two days, you still ask who I am!"

"Are you... Bruce?"

Tang Zhihun was stunned on the spot, could it be that you are the one who instructed me to make Lingxi Wuqin Soup?
"I... can't accept it."

Bruce thought he was talking about his own cooking, and immediately smiled at himself.

"I admit, what I've made is rubbish compared to your offal soup. You can't accept it, and it's normal."

Tang Zhihun had a question mark on his face: "What internal organs?"

At this time, Wu Yong rushed to Bruce like lightning, pressed his shoulder on his shoulder, and made a toothache sound like a cracked bone.

Bruce was sweating profusely from the pain, but still insisted: "I still have a few questions!"

"Soul of Soup, what kind of processing method did you use for your beef offal soup?"

Tang Zhihun was dumbfounded on the spot, and then said in disbelief: "The letter in my bedroom, could it be you who wrote it?"

"if not?"

"You made all these dishes?"

"Two, five-tailed shark and iron claw lobster."

"The consonance and five poultry soup?"

"I admit, that dish is far better than ten years ago, and I don't even have the courage to fight."

"You ate some kind of offal dish? Where did you find it?"

Bruce asked suspiciously: "You didn't put it in the kitchen to fight with me? And that one this morning..."

Before Bruce could finish speaking, Tang Zhihun kicked Bruce directly in the face.

Then he grabbed Bruce by the neck and said, "You idiot! Idiot! Where's the soup? Where's the soup?"

"Drink..."

"Grass!!!! What does it smell like!"

"Wonderful..."

Tang Zhihun felt like his head was getting bigger.

Unable to control himself anymore, pressing Bruce to the ground was a heavy punch, and each punch did not leave the neck and above.

"Return Lao Tzu's soup... Return Lao Tzu's soup..."

"Are you fucking sick? You come here to fight with me when you have nothing to do... NTM hasn't grown up!"

"Leave a letter... steal my soup..."

"I said that the Shark Barbecue is so so-so, I didn't dare to doubt it... I thought it was a test for me!"

"Hey, I've been fighting wits and courage with Void for a long time..."

Tang Zhihun vented wildly, his fists saw blood, and Wu Yong smacked his lips when he saw it.

Seeing the passing of Bruce's shock, Tang Zhihun got up unsatisfied. Ten years of new and old hatred, this moment is finally refreshing.

"How did you find him?"

Wu Yong replied: "This guy has a brain twitch, eating in the ventilation tunnel, and crying and laughing while eating."

"I passed by the side, and I could tell at a glance that this guy's tableware came from the high-end area."

"Besides, who is okay to go to the ventilation tunnel to eat? There is a problem at first sight."

crying and laughing...

The soul of Bruce's cooking soup knows in his heart that being close to him can make him eat dishes that make him laugh and cry...

What grade is that?
If you can give it to yourself, your cooking skills will definitely increase significantly!
Glancing at Bruce who was on the ground, Tang Zhihun wanted to punch two more times.

"Master Tang, take it easy, wait until you wake up and heal your injuries before you fight, we will continue to develop."

Wu Yong hurriedly dragged Bruce away, otherwise he would be silenced easily.It was finally captured alive, maybe some useful information can be pulled out!

"Minister Wu Yong, you must carefully examine him, he ate two dishes that are extremely important to me!"

Wu Yong thought of the theft of seasonings and Lingxi Wuqin soup a few days ago, and nodded immediately.

Zhang Wei, who was on the side, listened to the general idea, and he could roughly sort it out.

Tang Zhihun wrote a letter again, explaining the internal and external reasons in general, and hoped to be lucky enough to taste the so-called beef offal dishes and the mysterious dishes this morning.

…………

……

Very deep dungeon.

The door was heavily guarded, and Bruce, who was unconscious, was locked here, and there was still half of the unfinished food in the insulated lunch box beside him.

Tang Zhihun rushed over, caressing the lunch box as if it were a treasure.

"At first I thought it was a thief, so I ordered my men to put away the lunch box."

Tang Zhihun put his arms around Wu Yong, and said with joy: "You have no roots, you finally got back to serious business!"

"It doesn't feel like you're praising me."

"that's not important!"

Tang Zhihun calmed down, and opened the lunch box carefully and carefully.

Inside is an exquisite barbecue dish and a bottle of hot wine.

"It seems very similar to yesterday's shark barbecue."

"The wine also smelled of blood...but not fish."

"The meat is dark red and oily, it seems to be some kind of... carnivore!"

Tang Zhihun couldn't stand it any longer, so he cut a piece and savored it carefully.

The taste is deep and rich, but the taste of the meat itself is completely covered by the seasoning, and it is impossible to distinguish the variety.

"The skill of seasoning is amazing. Meat is just a platform, and the proportion of seasoning can turn decay into magic."

With such a thick seasoning, it is certain that this meat, like shark meat, is extremely unpalatable in nature.

But after adjusting the ingredients, it is completely impossible to detect the type of meat itself!
"But... just based on this taste, it can only be regarded as average, not even as good as me and Bruce."

"The cooking of the one in the dark... can't be so simple."

"Could it be that……"

Tang Zhihun looked at the hot wine beside him, and then at the unconscious Bruce.

"Could it be that, using the same technique as Bruce, a duet?"

(End of this chapter)