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Chapter 360 Losing light in eyes

Wen Wanwan found a random place to sit down in the restaurant, and then pulled out a tablet from the side of the table.

After all, the special nature of this place meant that it was really difficult to recruit waiters, so I had no choice but to order the food myself, and finally let the artificially retarded car serve the food.

Wen Wanwan rummaged through the menu for a while, and quickly decided what he should eat for a meal that was more than ten hours apart.

Sauced beef is an appetizer, and spicy stir-fried yellow beef is a side dish. Paired with a piece of good fried Wagyu beef and spicy beef tendon, it is a taste treat.

Finally, we added beef offal soup and porridge made from beef bone marrow before Wen Wanwan put down the plate.

Two minutes later, an angry figure stood in front of Wen Wanwan.

"How much hatred do we have, why do you torture me like this every time you come here?"

The chef was holding a kitchen knife in his hand, and his eyes were constantly looking at Wen Wanwan, as if he could chop him down if he said the wrong word.

"What I'm saying is, isn't it that your cooking is delicious? Why don't you want to give you more commission?"

"Nite mother farts, mutton doesn't smell good, pork doesn't taste good, which one of you who makes chicken or duck is not a descendant of royal cuisine?"

"Why don't you work hard? I've been hungry for so long, just waiting for this bite!"

Seeing the angry expression of the chef, Wen Wanwan had a full smile on her face.

All I ordered was beef, and a large part of the reason was that the chef made it delicious. As for cheating people, it was definitely because the chef was overthinking it.

It's definitely not revenge for the chef tying her to the counter to scare her when she was a child, absolutely not!

"Hurry, I haven't made it yet, so I can change it. The two people who made the duck are here today. Authentic palace roast duck. You will definitely not be hungry for my beef after eating it."

Seeing that the chef had no intention of cooking for himself, Wen Wanwan picked up the tablet and pressed the complaint button.

Within ten seconds, a figure in a suit appeared at Wen Wanwan's dining table.

"What trouble have you encountered?"

"No, this guy won't cook for me. I'm so hungry. I'm about to starve to death."

The smile on Wen Wanwan's face was full of friendliness to the man in the suit, and he didn't lose his temper even when he was so hungry.

But in the eyes of the chef, Wen Wanwan in front of him has completely evolved into a naughty child of his relatives.

In an ordinary restaurant, if the chefs go on strike, the most they can do is to deduct some wages.

But could this place be an ordinary restaurant?
If you make a mistake, most of the time your salary will not be deducted and your training resources will not be wasted, but you will be a food tester for a long time.

The dishes developed by a group of people who have mastered metaphysics and have great imagination are not just things that look delicious.

In most cases, anything that can be called dark cuisine can be said to have a good reputation.

The last time he was complained, he ate a total of three dishes.

The first dish is called "Stir-fried Chili Peppers with Watermelon Seeds". This thing is actually more suitable for use in the interrogation room than on the dining table.

The second dish is "Fresh-cut Bamboo Rat with Houttuynia Cordata". The simple name makes it unpalatable to most people. Bamboo rats are indeed free of germs when raised indoors.

Moreover, the chef who made this dish is relatively capable of controlling germs, which at least ensures that the meat is absolutely clean when served.

but……

That thing is a bamboo rat!
Even if they know that this stuff is edible, who can get over it?

The third dish is even more important. The cook who made it was an aunt in the school cafeteria before. She accidentally came into contact with the exercises and committed some crimes and was sent to the base.That dish is something that the chef still doesn't want to remember. The full name is relatively long, but the chef still remembers it very reliably: "Spider Salad with Live Earthworms and Braised Stinky Bugs".

It can only be said that when the cook mastered the power, he really recommended that the brain hole thing be wiped out. No one knew what they could come up with in order to study something different.

After listening to Wen Wanwan's story, the man in a suit also set his eyes on the chef.

The cooks who work here all have some problems, and the most minor ones are three to five years in prison for cutting down a protective plant.

The more serious ones have about ten or twenty years, so they are all criminals, and they are metaphysical criminals, so there is no need to be polite in terms of punishment.

"Shan Zhi'an, you violated Article [-] of the Service Management Regulations and refused to provide normal commercial services to guests. Do you have any objection to punishing you now?"

"No comment!"

"Since you have no objection, now let's announce the punishment decision. In the next three days, you need to eat a total of five new dishes and give a [-]-word evaluation based on the different tastes of each dish."

When he heard about the five courses, the light in the chef's eyes gradually disappeared like the setting sun.

Looking at the chef's mask of pain, Wen Wanwan almost laughed out loud.

The two of them have known each other for a long time, and such little pranks are considered normal.

Just like the last time she came, the chef got a new chili produced in the laboratory from nowhere.

It looks no different from ordinary chili peppers, but it is actually thirty times hotter than the devil pepper.

In other words, the people who come here to eat are all people from the metaphysics sect, otherwise there would be absolutely no problem in going to the hospital after one bite.

"Go and cook quickly. If it doesn't taste good, you will complain!"

The chef glanced at Wen Wanwan with a vicious look, and moved his mouth slightly to leave a silent harsh word: You are waiting for the next time, you better not let me catch you!

The man in a suit watched the chef return to the kitchen and bowed slightly to Wen Wanwan: "I'm sorry for bringing you an unpleasant experience. Are you satisfied with the way I handled it?"

"Satisfied, very satisfied!"

"To express my apology, please keep this visit ticket and you can go visit it after dinner."

"Ok!"

Wen Wanwan took the visit ticket with a smile, feeling extremely happy.

"Call me anytime if you need anything, and I won't bother you any more!"

The man in the suit left the restaurant with a smile, and Wen Wanwan also focused on the visit ticket in his hand.

Generally speaking, if there is any problem in the restaurant here, there will be some compensation to some extent. It may be a dish, or it may be a small spell that is not very important.

"Iron-eating beast?"

Looking at the name above, Wen Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then frowned and started thinking.

This was the first time she had seen the restaurant handing out animal visit tickets. It seemed like they were given to her because of her special nature, but in fact the restaurant's direct superior was the prison, not the base's management system.

This means that Wen Wanwan's information should not have appeared on the restaurant staff so quickly.

Some things cannot withstand scrutiny. After just a moment, Wen Wanwan roughly guessed something.

(End of this chapter)