Please breed an escape boss! [unlimited]

Yin Changxia returned to the kitchen.

Due to the commotion of the banquet, the inside was overwhelmed by people.

With plates on their heads, the paper people kept coming in and out with their little feet.

The flames in the stove licked the bottom of the dark pot wantonly, and the dry firewood made a crackling sound.

The chef anxiously shoveled the ingredients in the pot, and kept chopping and putting them into the pot, so busy that he didn't touch the ground: "Damn it! If I catch a thief who interferes with the banquet, I'll kill him right away!"

Yin Changxia walked in quietly, wishing that no one could see her.

He just served a plate, who would have thought that two ghosts would actually fight over a 'mere' plate, and make such a mess of the banquet.

The culprit is not him!Absolutely not!

Such a feline appearance naturally caught the chef's attention.

The chef's tone seemed dangerous: "You, come here!"

Yin Changxia pointed at himself, a little dazed.

Chef's voice was hoarse, and when he opened his mouth, his rotting gums showed no teeth.

"Who else but you?"

Yin Changxia had no choice but to walk over quickly.

He was a little scared, the repeated dangers and the slightest disturbance made his expression tense.

The night rain was slightly cool, and the cold wind outside made the candles on the table faltering, as if they were going to be extinguished inadvertently, and the chef's face was also flickering.

The chef sized him up for a long time, and said with a gloomy tone, "You can actually talk to Butler Nu..."

Yin Changxia's heart skipped a beat, and he said again and again: "That's because the villain happened to see Steward Xi being killed, so he talked to Steward Nu. It's all a coincidence!"

The chef won't find anything, will he?

Yin Changxia's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and countless bad thoughts emerged in his heart.

Fear made him press his head lower, and his eyes were full of bulging veins on his hands.

The chef laughed strangely, as if he believed what he said, but he didn't believe it at all, but the chef didn't dwell on this topic.

The chef asked in a low voice: "I remember you served that sauce-flavored finger dish, which is my self-confident creation. How is it? Do the guests like it?"

Yin Changxia forcibly pulled the corner of his mouth: "Huh?"

Not targeting him, or finding something, but... asking about the dishes?

It’s sauce-flavored fingers...the name is too spiritual!

Yin Changxia hid his hands behind the quilt, and suddenly felt a little pain in his hands. He hadn't forgotten that the ingredients here were all made of players' corpses.

The chef sternly said, "Ah, what, I'm asking you something!"

Yin Changxia said sullenly: "Guests, the guests like it very much."

Chef: "How much do you like it?"

Yin Changxia: "..." How much do you like this kind of soul dish?

The chef narrowed his eyes: "You ghost servant, why are you stammering? Are you trying to perfunctory me?"

"How is it possible!" Yin Changxia vehemently denied it, and then racked his brains to say, "The guests also asked me to tell the chef to make another dish, but I was worried that there would not be enough ingredients."

These words are undoubtedly reassuring.

The chef let out a bell-like laugh: "Okay, okay."

Yin Changxia breathed a sigh of relief.

Chef: "Let me just say, there are even rumors that those two ghosts threw away my dishes and were fighting for something. They are ghosts, how could they be interested in things other than living people? You say ...Is this rumor ridiculous?"

Yin Changxia laughed twice: "Ridiculous."

The chef looked contemptuous: "My craftsmanship is top-notch, how can I compete for things other than dishes, scoff."

Yin Changxia: "..."

Slowly lowered his head.

He flickered without blushing and heartbeat: "Of course!"

The chef was finally relieved, and the look at Yin Changxia was not so gloomy.

Yin Changxia stared covetously at the dishes and chopsticks next to him, and slowly said, "Chef, can I, can I wash the dishes?"

He must be doing the dishes today!No one can stop him!

Chef: "...this kind of dirty work, do you want to do it?"

Yin Changxia rolled up his sleeves and showed off his muscles: "Think about it! It's special! I wash dishes in my hometown, and I'm not boasting about my dishwashing skills!"

Ke Yu'an followed closely behind: "..."

Some people even boast that they are good at washing dishes.

He couldn't understand Yin Changxia's mode of action more and more!

Although acting like a psycho, there must be some deep meaning!

Chef: "This is not possible, because of the farce just now, many dishes have to be redone. There are not enough people now, so I don't have time for you to wash the dishes."

Yin Changxia: "I can do both!"

If he couldn't get a plate, what would Tang Qize do?

The chef didn't expect him to be so persistent, and he didn't know whether to praise or criticize.

Among the previous two batches of living people, there were some who played tricks in front of him, but none of them were so obsessed with washing dishes.

Yin Changxia didn't follow the routine like this, the chef couldn't tell whether Yin Changxia was a ghost servant or a living person.

The chef waved his hand: "That's fine, but you have to check the pot first, the ingredients are all stewed, you just turn over; after you finish this, you can wash the dishes."

In addition, the stove over there was on fire, and the sound of gurgling and gurgling came from under the wooden pot cover, which was the sound of water being boiled.

Yin Changxia drove the ducks to the shelves, picked up the spatula, and walked slowly to the stove.

He swallowed, and opened the wooden pot lid.

A cloud of mist rose up, blurring the vision in front of him.When the fog cleared and he was about to pick up the spatula to stir fry, he saw that it was full of pieces of minced meat and strands of hair that hadn't been cleaned.

Yin Changxia: "..."

Oh shit!

Yin Changxia's palms were sweaty, and the hand holding the spatula was turning white. He didn't know what to do.

Ke Yu'an also almost threw up, his internal organs were tumbling.

The chef said sullenly, "How is it? This is my confident work again, why don't you shovel it, are you... afraid?"

Yin Changxia's nerves suddenly tensed up.

Ke Yu'an beside him hurriedly took the chef's words: "Haha, we are all ghosts, how can we be afraid of this thing? We think it looks delicious!"

The chef narrowed his eyes and laughed muffledly: "Really? But this is food for the guests, you can't steal it."

Ke Yu'an: "..."

Yin Changxia: "..." Steal your uncle!

The chef glanced at him: "Then why don't you do it?"

This must be a test!

If he just asked about the dishes, Yin Changxia might not think so.

But this is already the second time, it is too coincidental.

Yin Changxia and Ke Yu'an exchanged glances, and they both saw the clue!

The chef had already stood behind Yin Changxia, and the red lanterns outside projected the branches that were blown wildly by the strong wind, which was reflected on the chef's face, making his cheeks seem to have black spots.

The light in the kitchen was dim, and the huge figure standing behind Yin Changxia was baring its teeth and claws like a ghost.

Yin Changxia didn't dare to turn his neck, and secretly glanced at it from the corner of his eyes——

I saw that the chef had already shown his kitchen knife, and Yuanyuan's belly suddenly opened!

Inside are flesh red mouthparts!

Ke Yu'an's face was as pale as paper, and his legs began to tremble.

Yin Changxia didn't dare to feel disgusted anymore, so he quickly picked up the spatula in his hand and shoveled it in twice.

Even though my heart was extremely scared, the movements of my hands were surprisingly stable.

The chef behind him did not move.

His stomach closed slowly and tightly, returning to normal.

"Your method...is quite good."

Yin Changxia smiled ugly, and begged the chef to leave quickly.

The chef smiled strangely and said: "This reminds me of the past, you don't know... Those living people always like to find things in the kitchen, especially like to turn over this stew pot."

Yin Changxia didn't speak, and his back was stiff. After pretending for a while, the chef let him go.

The kitchen started to get busy again, and Yin Changxia looked at Ke Yu'an with an ugly face: "Very good, I didn't scream..."

Ke Yu'an wanted to cry but had no tears: "Is this worthy of praise?"

"It's worth it, very worth it."

He put his hand on Ke Yu'an's shoulder, "We are all working hard."

Ke Yu'an: "..."

Ke Yu'an heard what the chef meant, and couldn't help but feel lucky.

Zhou Ying also set his sights on the stew pot, and planned how to pay the chef, so they could look for the number plate carefully.

But these are all traps!

The chef has been guarding here for a long time, whoever dares to secretly touch the stew pot will be discovered by the chef as a living person!

Yin Changxia's behavior of saying that he was going to wash the dishes was unpredictable.

I have to say... really lucky.

Ke Yu'an quietly glanced at Yin Changxia, and found that he finally had time to start washing the dishes, and he was doing it very vigorously.

Ke Yu'an: "..."

Completely incomprehensible!

Not only the chef, but even his teammate can't understand it!

There really is a deep meaning here! ?

He really felt that Yin Changxia was sick.

Zhou Ying also came back here, and began to serve the dishes in order.He didn't have any interaction with Yin Changxia, and he was still brooding over the fact that Yin Changxia wanted to compete with him.

Obviously, I have already humbled myself enough.

As time passed, Ke Yu'an gradually became anxious, Zhou Ying and the others had already taken a step ahead, why didn't Yin Changxia think of a way to get away?

Even Yin Changxia started to mutter, there is no movement for so long, isn't it working?

He stared at his hand, and gradually became uneasy. Was he too arrogant...?

The plate that was fought over by two ghosts was probably just a coincidence.

As soon as I thought about it, a ghost servant ran over in a hurry: "Chef, it's not good!!"

The chef was busy cooking, and his temper was extremely bad: "What's the matter? Urge again? Don't urn!"

Ghost servant: "No, there is another fight from above!"

Chef's body froze in place, his hand holding the spatula was trembling slightly: "How do we fight?"

The ghost servant said in pain: "The chickens are flying around, like grabbing a plate! No... now I can't see what I'm grabbing!"

Yin Changxia, who was washing the dishes, was startled. Before he could wipe off the foam on his hands, he put down all the dishes as if getting an electric shock.

Even Ke Yu'an's eyes widened, could it be that Yin Changxia really did something wrong? !

The chef almost couldn't catch his breath, and stared at the ghost servant.

He said the rumors were ridiculous just now, but now he has been deeply slapped in the face.

Isn't his carefully cooked dishes less attractive than an ordinary dish! ?

Chef's eyes were red: "Then what are you robbing?"

The ghost servant cried bitterly: "I don't know, but this time all the tables were smashed by them."

Chef: "..."

Yin Changxia: "..."

Wow, did it go so smoothly?

He himself was shocked!

In the kitchen, there was a voice of gnashing teeth suddenly: "Which thief did it? Ruin my banquet! Ruin my dishes! Damn it!!"