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Chapter 1159 Delicious Soup 5
The three diners are competing.

Seeing this situation, it seems that she should congratulate herself unkindly.

However, the two of them had something to eat, and even though she got a brief lead and got the tinder box that the witch asked for, she still felt invincible.

Toffee sighed in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Hey, if I knew how troublesome this place is, I should have opened a shielding breath for the master so that he wouldn't find you."

"It's hard, I wasn't arrested, I just crossed the line."

Lan Shuying finished correcting, and thought again, the soldier is the protagonist of the tinder box plot, he hasn't met the princess yet, so there shouldn't be an accident in the royal city, right?
Not right either.

The aura of the protagonist of the soldier seems to be the most restrained witches and princes and ministers. Those people almost die when they meet him.

This is because, during the period when the story was created, the middle and lower classes liked to hear the story of the poor boy counterattacking and marrying Bai Fumei the most, while the corrupt upper class nobles were the objects of disgust.

But when soldiers face poverty and characters of the same class, the protagonist's halo is not so great-as long as he can't summon the three dogs, he is a scumbag.

The tinder box has been taken away by her, the protagonist has lost his golden finger, the plot line should be changed accordingly...

Lan Shuying was thinking about it when she heard someone snap her fingers.

The conveyor belt transporting food appeared again, and two basins of ice water were dunked on the injured person's face.After waking up the severed hand duo, Crazy Chef announced loudly:
"The second round of the game is about to begin!"

The two half-asleep people suddenly sat up.

The two of them looked at the crazy chef as if they saw a devil, and they rubbed their faces back, just wanting to stay away from the crazy chef.

They moved too much, and blood gushed from their wrists again.

"Aren't you in pain..." Lan Shuying said quietly.

The gray vest and the soldier subconsciously looked at their wrists, shook their heads, and looked bewildered.

#I seem to have my hand chopped off...wait, why did I use "as if"? #
Crazy Chef drew their attention back with two strange laughs.

"Don't be nervous, my dear guests, the requirements for this level are equally simple."

This time, three tongues appeared on their backs at the same time.

The one behind Lan Shuying was the most dishonest, it actually slapped her on the back shoulder!
Slimy and gross.

She endured without struggling, quietly listening to the rules of the game.

"You will be sent to a separate operation room. Remember, you must appreciate the chef's hard work with your heart. The ingredients are precious, so don't waste them!"

The next second, Lan Shuying suddenly lost weight and was dragged into the back kitchen.

Bang!
A wooden door was slammed shut in front of her.

This is the so-called operating room, and the area is not too big. Except for the large desk in the middle, there are only two aisles, one end of which is facing the only door, and the top is directly sealed, and there are no windows.

She patted her head.

It's she who thinks too much.

It is impossible to go out in this kind of place, and there is no need to consider the success rate of escape from the secret room.

Crazy Chef's sneer reached her ears directly.

"What are you thinking? Escape?"

Lan Shuying said with a wooden face, "I'm just researching if there is any invisible storage space here."

"Storage... space?"

"Otherwise, are you asking us to manipulate the air?"

There was a moment of silence.

Then, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and a heavily tied thing fell onto the desk.

The crack closed quickly.

For a few seconds, Lan Shuying saw a cloud of mist on the ceiling, like a dangerous zone near the space-time vortex.

Her intuition told her that if she tried to escape from the crack just now, the effect could be compared to jumping into a meat grinder.

His eyes moved to the desk.

Four eyes facing each other.

She blinked: "Hello?"

The other party replied to her with exactly the same voice and tone: "Hello?"

It's a rabbit too, the one with the gray fur.

The suit, jeans, and Martin boots are exactly the same as what she wears.

Of course, there is no difference in the body.

Toffee was surprised: "It's like looking in a mirror!"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not tied into a rice dumpling."

Lan Shuying wrinkled her nose and realized that the other party had done the same.

But there will be three seconds between them.

Like a programmed artificial mental retardation.

She recalled what Mad Chef said: "Ingredients are precious, don't waste them."

So, this rabbit is actually the food she was assigned?

The crazy chef's words verified her thoughts.

"Dear guests, welcome to our role-playing time! Each of you is the chef of our restaurant, use your imagination as much as possible, carefully process the 'ingredients' in front of you, so that they are eligible to be served on my dining table!"

Behind the left and right walls, there were two exclamations at the same time.

Lan Shuying couldn't help feeling sympathetic.

Here she is a copy of the gray rabbit Milo, who is just killing a rabbit.

And in the two operating rooms next door...

On the left, the gray vest and "himself" stare face to face;

On the right, the soldier grabs "myself" by the collar, both faces are very annoyed.

Crazy Chef let out a wild laugh: "Why not start? Friends, act like you usually cook turkey, the game-start!"

The three operating rooms are all silent.

Lan Shuying lifted the tied gray rabbit up: "Hey..."

"What's the matter?" Crazy Chef replied.

"Tools, tools! You don't even provide a knife, do you want us to bite with your mouth?" Lan Shuying was speechless.

"... Oh! It was my negligence."

Mad Chef snapped his fingers again.

"Now, no matter what tool you need, just figure out what it looks like, and it will appear at your hand."

"Thank you so much for that."

Lan Shuying grimaced, snapped and snapped the gray rabbit's neck.

Reaching out, the first one is a skinning knife.

She cut the rope, stripped the gray rabbit's obstructive suit and shoes, and quickly unwrapped a piece of rabbit skin that was almost intact.

Next, what she imagined was a small scalpel.

Yes, this desk has been used by her as an operating table, and it didn't take long for this large rabbit to be dissected.

Through this dissection, she has a better understanding of the body she is using, which is a step up from the ghost pupil internal vision.

Mad Chef watched from three rooms.

The one in the middle confuses him the most. What is this rabbit doing? !

But can he say that she wasted ingredients?It seems that there is no...

Plate after plate, pieces of meat, blood vessels, bones, internal organs...

The classification was precise, even the rabbit blood was put into the bottle, and not a single drop was wasted.

Lan Shuying put down the knife, and after a series of operations, she didn't feel tired: "Is this all right?"

Crazy Chef: "..."

"How dare you lie to me! You said you can't cook!"

But this knife skill? !

Lan Shuying blinked innocently: "I mean I'm not good at cooking."

She didn't say she couldn't even cut a rabbit.

"You have practiced many times!!" The crazy chef became even angrier.

"No, you misunderstood." She said seriously, "You know nothing about medicine."

(End of this chapter)