Everyone looked at Nishimura Kowako. The restaurant had been emptied out a long time ago because of this competition. There were only five of them in the concierge, but it made people feel uncomfortable for no reason.
"What?"
"marijuana?"
Tang Jingling and Sato spoke out almost at the same time.
Nishimura Kowako still had a calm expression, but the intensity in her eyes was deeper. She stroked her meticulously groomed temples and revealed a faint smile.
Sato realized something was wrong, so he hurried over, dipped his little finger in the sauce and put it on the tip of his tongue. Sure enough, there was a taste of marijuana in it. Although it was faint, any chef with a keen sense of taste would know it when he tasted it.
"Ugh..." Tang Jingling's eyes were filled with confusion, and she hurried to the bathroom with staggering steps. She had just eaten a whole plate of pork chops, no wonder she felt her tongue was a little numb at the end.
Sato called out in confusion: "Wakko?"
"Haha..." Nishimura Kowako smiled, then the lines on her face widened, and finally she burst into laughter.
"Are you surprised?" She walked to the cooking table and touched the special baking container. Her tone was inexplicably pious, "This is our Nishimura family's unique baking drying bellows. The things baked through it will look amazing."
The crispy and tender texture, combined with Nishimura's secret sauce, makes people want to come again after eating it once. Day and night are full of thoughts. This is the foundation of our Nishimura family's endless prosperity..."
Yu Jian followed the direction and looked at the thing she was touching. Her whole body was shaking as if she had been electrocuted. This thing looked like a torture device that she had seen before. The upper part was a huge iron box, with a fire underneath and a person inside.
Suffering from the high temperature, he wailed and wailed. When he opened the iron box again, only the blackened bones were left inside. This was the most cruel punishment in the Tang Dynasty - burning.
How could someone make a torture instrument into a cooking utensil? Yu Jian felt that the temperature of the entire room began to drop, and there was an eerie feeling all around.
"Xiaowazi, is there really marijuana in the Nishimura family's sauce?" Sato asked unwillingly. He has a foreign surname and he can't enter the family's large kitchen, but he also knows that as long as it is a restaurant opened by the Nishimura family in Neon Country,
The store always has no shortage of customers.
"That's right." Nishimura Kowako glanced at him indifferently. Now that someone had discovered the Nishimura family's secret, she no longer needed to hide it. "Marijuana will make guests more loyal."
"What about the guest's body? Haven't you considered the consequences?" Sato asked anxiously.
"It is their honor to sacrifice their lives for the Nishimura family. They are just a bunch of trash who only care about their food and drink. They are not important." It was as if she was a god who controlled life and death, easily vetoing other people's lives.
Sato smiled miserably and fell to the ground. His faith collapsed... The Nishimura family, who was more important than anything else in his heart, actually did such an unethical thing for the sake of profit. He shook his head desperately, a five-foot man.
, crying like a child...
Nishimura Kowako glanced at him with disgust and secretly cursed: "Trash."
As one of the three major culinary families in the Neon Country, the Nishimura family naturally has its own way of survival. Without the support of politicians, does he think the Nishimura family can live a stable life in the past hundreds of years? Sato, this idiot, is still as simple-minded as ever
…
"The West Village of a century-old family is nothing more than this." Tang Yuan listened to the dog-eat-dog conversation between the two of them and sneered almost cruelly, "It's simply: garbage!"
"you!"
Nishimura Kowako was so angry that she ran away. It was OK to insult her, but if you insulted her family, you must die! She picked up the sharp knife at hand and rushed towards Tang Yuan.
"Get out of the way -" Yu Jian exclaimed, running forward and pushing away the man who was still in a daze without thinking. Her arms were barely able to block her, and a heartbreaking pain made her instantly scream and break out in cold sweat.
"Tick tock."
"Tick tock."
The blood slid down the fingers to the ground, one drop at a time, the dripping speed became faster and faster, and in a few seconds, it gathered into a pool of blood.
"Little girl!" Tang Yuan stabilized his body, turned his head and saw this scene that was so heartbreaking that he burst into a wild beast-like wail and kicked Nishimura Kowako to the ground.
"How are you?" His handsome face was full of restless emotions, and the hand holding Yu Jian was shaking slightly unconsciously, and there was more and more blood in his eyes. He seemed to have returned to Le Cordon Bleu College.
, also dripping with blood, and his classmates looked at him with pale faces... He couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion.
"Why the hell are you still standing there in a daze?! Send me to the hospital quickly!" Yu Jian's forehead was covered in cold sweat. She blocked the knife for this stupid man, but he was still here in a daze. She was in a daze for a moment.
The direction of the tendons was avoided for a while, but Nishimura Kowako sprinted too fast, and the knife was very sharp, so the cut must have been a bit deep. The blood flowed out loudly, and she was a little dizzy...
"Yes, yes!" Tang Yuan finally came to his senses and yelled at Tang Jingling, who had arrived late, "Call the police! Let someone keep an eye on her."
He picked up the little girl, kicked open the door of the restaurant, and walked out. Xiaohezi Nishimura, you dare to hurt people on the land of China. If you want to escape back to Neon Country, I'm afraid you won't have a chance...
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"Oh, oh, oh, doctor, please be gentle!" Yu Jianguo was like an ant on a hot pot, walking around the medical room, watching a needle prick into his daughter's skin. Before her daughter could make a sound, he shouted first.
Got up.
The doctor glared at him angrily: "Keep quiet. If you talk again, just go outside and wait!"
Yu Jian was in a state of fear at the moment. After hearing the doctor's diagnosis, Yu Jian was so frightened that the last trace of blood disappeared from her face. With only two centimeters missing, her left hand was going to be useless!! Then she
How can I still turn the pot over and take the spoon from now on?!
No, no, I can never do such stupid and passionate things again.
"Dad, it doesn't hurt. The doctor gave me an anesthetic." Yu Jian comforted her old father with a pale face. Her father almost fainted when he saw her miserable state. He didn't dare to tell Yu's mother and grandma, for fear that they would know.
I want to rush over and fight with people.
After finally finishing the suturing, Yu Jian looked at the long strip with dense stitches and touched it carefully. The muscles were swollen. She burst into laughter and stretched her arms out to her father with interest: "Dad, you
Doesn’t it look like a centipede?”
When Yu Jianguo took a look, he did look a bit like her. Then his eyes turned red. How could his daughter, who had such delicate skin and tender flesh, suffer such a thing? He just wanted to hold his daughter and cry, but he was stopped by the doctor again.
"Go and bring the tetanus!"
Speaking of tetanus, Yu Jian remembered that she struggled out of her father's arms and asked in a muffled voice: "Doctor, do you think there will be parasites on the knife that just cut the meat?"