"Have you made your choice? Are you going to cook my ingredients? Or try my handiwork?"

The fat chef touched the handle of the kitchen knife, with a cold light in his eyes.

"Then let me have a taste of your cooking. What kind of dishes do you have here?"

Mo Shouchen wanted to discuss with the fat chef what to cook in order to delay some time, but the fat chef pointed to the dining table closest to the kitchen and asked him to sit there. Then he pulled out the kitchen knife on the long table and turned around.

The kitchen.

It seems that there is no a la carte service here.

Mo Shouchen sat nervously at the dining table designated by the fat chef, and then looked into the kitchen through the gap between the two white cloths. However, due to the angle, he could not see what the fat chef was doing inside.

After a while, the sound of chopping with a kitchen knife came from the kitchen, accompanied by screams that seemed inhuman and inhuman. The hair on Mo Shouchen's body stood up when he heard it. He didn't know if he would become the fat chef's chopping knife.

object.

The screams became weaker and weaker, and in the end there was only the sound of chopping and chopping, followed by the sound of lighting a fire.

Soon, a fishy smell wafted out of the kitchen, which reminded Mo Shouchen of catching a fish in the river when he was a child.

Because he was afraid of being scolded by his parents, he put the fish in a plastic bag, sealed it, and stuffed it under the bed. As a result, he later forgot about it.

After a few days, his mother felt that there was an unpleasant smell in his room, so she started rummaging through the cabinets and finally found the fish he had hidden under the bed.

The moment you open the plastic bag, the smell coming out of the bag is similar to the smell wafting out of the kitchen now.

Mo Shouchen covered his nose with his hands, but the smell still entered his nose from between his fingers. He began to retching uncontrollably and gritted his teeth to prevent him from spitting out the noodles he had eaten last night.

"Whoa!"

The white cloth suddenly opened, and the fat chef's plump head stuck out, along with the kitchen knife.

He glared at Mo Shouchen, and then asked viciously: "What's wrong? Does the food I cook smell bad?"

Looking at the black and red viscous liquid on the kitchen knife, how could Mo Shouchen dare to make an expression that said it didn't smell good? He swallowed hard and made a smile that was uglier than crying.

"No, it tastes very delicious. I can't wait to try your handiwork."

"Oh? Really? Then just be patient and it will be done in no time."

Seeing the fat chef return to the kitchen, Mo Shouchen breathed a sigh of relief, but then he began to feel worried again.

Do you want to eat the food served by the fat chef later?

According to the fat chef's attitude just now, if he shows even the slightest dissatisfaction with the food, he will probably be killed by him, let alone refuse to eat the food he made.

But if you bite the bullet and eat it, even if you can resist making a painful expression, who knows whether you will be poisoned and die directly after eating it.

After some ideological struggle, Mo Shouchen finally decided to eat the food cooked by the fat chef, because if he didn't eat it, he would definitely die.

If you eat it, you may not necessarily die. Maybe the food cooked by the fat chef just smells bad and is not harmful to the body.

But if he chooses to eat, Mo Shouchen will face an extremely difficult challenge.

Just smelling the food made by the fat chef is unbearable. If you eat it, it is almost impossible to control yourself from making a painful expression, so you definitely can't do it on your own.

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Before the fat chef came out, Mo Shouchen called Gao Ziwen out and asked her to enter his body so that he could control his expression when he could eat.

Finally, the sound of dishes being served came from the kitchen, and then the fat chef walked out with a plate, but when his eyes glanced at Mo Shouchen, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Snapped!"

The fat chef threw the plate on the table in front of Mo Shouchen. The soup in the plate splashed everywhere, and the long ash from the cigarette in his mouth also fell on the plate because of his movement.

As if he didn't see it, he took out a spoon and stirred it on the plate, then pushed the plate in front of Mo Shouchen and said, "Eat it!"

The dark sticky substance on the plate gave off an unpleasant stench. The dual stimulation of vision and smell made Mo Shouchen about to collapse. However, his body was controlled by Gao Ziwen at this time, so it could not be seen on his face.

Any change in expression.

The fat chef saw that Mo Shouchen showed no resistance to the food he cooked. He nodded with satisfaction, then sat directly across from him and watched Mo Shouchen eating with his arms folded.

"Are you sure you want to eat this?"

Gao Ziwen asked through her consciousness. Although she had no sense of smell or taste, just by seeing the food on the plate, she felt a sense of nausea coming from the depths of her soul.

Mo Shouchen hesitated for a moment, then with a firm heart, he said with consciousness: "Eat it!"

After receiving the order, Gao Ziwen controlled Mo Shouchen's body to pick up the spoon, then scooped up a spoonful of the dark viscous substance and slowly put it into his mouth.

Feeling the food getting closer and closer to his mouth, Mo Shouchen suddenly remembered the story the old lady told before, saying that a passenger had eaten a finger out of his meal.

Compared with myself now, that passenger is so happy.

The food was finally put into his mouth. Although Mo Shouchen lost control of his body, his senses did not weaken at all.

When his tongue came into contact with the sticky food, he tasted a taste beyond sweet, sour, spicy and salty.

It was impossible to accurately describe the taste in human language. Mo Shouchen only felt that because of this taste, his entire digestive system, from his tongue to his esophagus, was violently spasming.

And he felt that his soul was struggling to leave his body and stay away from the devastation of this smell.

The fat chef took a puff of cigarette, then blew a smoke ring into Mo Shouchen's face, and then asked: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!"

These words were spoken by Gao Ziwen controlling Mo Shouchen's body, while Mo Shouchen himself was completely lost and basically unconscious.

The fat chef picked his nose with his fingers, and then said with satisfaction: "Since you like it, eat all of this plate without any leftover. If it's not enough, I'll cook it for you again!"

Hearing these words, Mo Shouchen's soul, which still had a glimmer of consciousness, trembled suddenly, and he almost died...

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