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Chapter 44 Team Entry Assessment (2)

What does it feel like to be stared at by four ghosts, who are still drooling?

No feeling.

Yes, in Wang Feng's eyes, although the four student ghosts looked a bit creepy, they were simply too well-behaved compared to the other ghosts they had seen before.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

Wang Feng scooped out a spoonful from each bucket without any caution, and some of the soup even splashed on the student ghost.

"Zhou Cao, that guy is so arrogant, aren't you afraid that the ghost student will jump up and kill him?"

"I bet, he... Oops, I'll go for it!"

"Since there is no problem in doing this, we can definitely refer to it."

The other players pushing the dining cart, except Li Long, were all watching the show. The more evil ones even wanted to see Wang Feng torn into pieces by the angry student ghosts.

The result was so unexpected that they didn't have any dignity to follow suit and started adding the food from the dining car to the tableware on the dining table.

Wang Feng didn't look anywhere else. When the first drop of soup splashed on the student ghost, although he was holding a big spoon in his hand, his body was actually tense and he could summon Xiaofen and Xiaohei at any time to deal with the student ghost.

attack.

Wang Feng felt slightly relieved when he saw that the student ghost just stared at him closely, and then fixed his eyes on the dinner plate.

"It seems that there are some rules that limit their actions."

It can be felt that the student ghost exudes an extremely depressing aura, which is a very cold Yin Qi.

Obviously there is no limit and it will definitely attack Wang Feng.

In this case...

Wang Feng's actions were not polite at all, and he filled up the four dinner plates on the table in front of him with a lot of boldness.

During this period, the soup inevitably splashed out and landed on the clothes of the student ghosts. Just as Wang Feng expected, not a single student ghost jumped up to attack.

Even though their faces are paler, the yin energy on their bodies is getting stronger.

He never jumped up to teach Wang Feng a lesson.

Yes, it's quite bearable.

Wang Feng sighed in his heart, but did not continue to stimulate the four student ghosts, because as the Yin Qi on them became stronger and stronger, something in the air changed.

Wang Feng was afraid that if the stimulation continued, an uncontrollable situation might occur.

Pushing the dining cart, Wang Feng came to the next table.

Looking at the four student ghosts sitting at the table, Wang Feng's eyes flashed with a strange light.

Although these four student ghosts are wearing the same school uniforms as the four student ghosts at the previous table.

But wearing school uniforms on them looks very inconsistent with other students.

The chain of the clothes is pulled halfway, or not pulled at all. There is also a female student ghost who does not even wear a school uniform top. She ties the sleeves around her waist in a unique way. She is extremely immodest when sitting on a stool with her arms raised.

The look can be described in one word.

Pull!

Female students are pretty, otherwise they would not be described as “trash”, but would be described with discriminatory words such as “trash”, “scum” and “trash”.

When he saw the four student ghosts, Wang Feng had a premonition that something was wrong.

"Haha, newbie?"

The female student glanced at Wang Feng, her tone full of teasing: "You are very brave. It has been a long time since anyone dared to be a food delivery person, and..."

After scanning the entire hall, she continued: "This time, the white lotus looks quite green."

Wang Feng said nothing.

When the big spoon in your hand falls into the bucket, you have to scoop it out.

"etc."

The female student's eyes turned cold and she stopped Wang Feng's actions: "Don't get involved with these rubbish things."

While she was speaking, something very depressing appeared in the air and fell on Wang Feng's arm, preventing him from moving easily.

Don't you want me to take action?

Wang Feng looked at the female student ghost, a glint flashed in his eyes, but he stopped what he was doing to see what she wanted to do.

Before the female student ghost could make any next move, a piece of text appeared in Wang Feng's field of vision.

[Tip: You have received the attention of ghosts. As a food delivery person, it is the most basic self-cultivation to fulfill the diners' requirements. If you cannot meet the diners' requirements, extremely terrifying things will happen and the final score will be affected. ]

Task scores, from high to low, are divided into five levels: s, a, b, c, and d. The influencing factors mainly come from task requirements.

so……

Wang Feng looked at the female student ghost again and had an idea in his mind.

"Then what do you need?" As a role, Wang Feng was happy to continue playing it before encountering real danger.

"Looks like you're a little smart."

The female student looked at Wang Feng in surprise and said casually: "Then you go to the kitchen and get some monkey brains mixed with rice. Usually I eat this."

When the female student ghost mentioned "the back cook," the other three student ghosts, who had been indifferent, suddenly looked at Wang Feng.

Moreover, Wang Feng also felt the student ghost nearby, and his attention was suddenly focused on his clone.

Although he was being watched just now, it was different from what he was seeing now. The eyes of those student ghosts looking at him made Wang Feng feel like they were watching a show.

"Chef, monkey brains mixed with rice." Wang Feng murmured and felt something was wrong, but he didn't find anything wrong.

"good."

Wang Feng nodded and said: "But my food has not been distributed yet. Later..."

"You go now."

The female student ghost interrupted Wang Feng and said in a calm tone: "As for their food, it's okay to wait until I eat it."

"Is it right?"

Saying that, the female student ghost looked around and met her gaze. The other student ghosts immediately lowered their heads, looking like quails.

Got it!

Wang Feng understood that the female student ghost did not seem to be the strongest, but she had a very strong prestige among the student ghosts.

As for the source of prestige, Wang Feng can't tell yet.

"good."

Since the other student ghosts had no objections, Wang Feng agreed.

Just turning around to leave.

The female student's ghost voice sounded again: "By the way, bring the three of them too."

Turning around, Wang Feng frowned slightly as he looked at the three male student ghosts who were being signaled by the female student ghost.

“Steamed Pork Ribs.”

“Crispy bone sausage.”

"Mao Xue is prosperous."

When Wang Feng heard the three normal dish names, he was surprised in his heart, but he still accepted it on his face.

"Okay, got it."

There was no dining cart, so Wang Feng walked toward the door with the kitchen sign.

After a while, he came to the door.

As soon as he got close, a strong smell of blood rushed into Wang Feng's nose.

Wrinkling his brows again, Wang Feng felt prepared, opened the door and walked in.

It's better to say it's a kitchen than a slaughterhouse.

There were many corpses placed on the huge chopping board.

Do! Do! Do!

There were loud chopping sounds, rhythmic.

Looking along the sound, Wang Feng saw many chefs in the huge room.

Without exception, they were all fat-headed and big-eared, with bellies that looked like they were seven months pregnant. They were holding large knives in their hands and chopping on the chopping board.

The sound of meat and bones being chopped makes one's scalp numb.

Wang Feng walked to a nearby chef and announced the name of the dishes: "One portion of monkey brain bibimbap, one portion of steamed pork ribs, one portion of crispy sausage, and one portion of Maoxuewang."

After hearing Wang Feng's words, the chef who was working with his head down raised his head.

It was a twisted grimace. He stared at Wang Feng for a few seconds, and then said sadly: "The monkey brain is gone."

there is none left?

Wang Feng's expression did not change and he said: "A girl wants it."

"girl?"

The light in the chef's eyes flickered and he seemed to be hesitating.

Seeing him like this, Wang Feng's heart suddenly lifted. Not only the chef in front of him, but also the chefs in the entire room, Wang Feng couldn't tell their strength.

It seemed that there was a special power in the room that blocked their strength.

But just by feeling the aura, Wang Feng knew that the chef's strength was not simple, but extraordinary anyway.

"It turns out it's her."

The chef seemed to be afraid, and the vicious look in his eyes disappeared: "Wait a moment."

After saying that, the chef walked to the stove, and the next second, the flame rose...

The chef's cooking movements are very skillful, and it can even be described as pleasing to the eye, which is not an exaggeration.

Of course, everything must ignore the ingredients he uses.

The monkey brain rice is not a monkey's brain, but it is taken from the corpse on the chopping board.

The red and white stuff, mixed with grains of gray rice, stir-fried over high heat, exudes an extremely complex smell, with an indescribable temptation.

Put the fried monkey brain bibimbap into a black crock pot, and the chef continues to cook the next three dishes without stopping.

As Wang Feng expected, the main ingredients used by the chef were corpses on the chopping board, which also produced an unbelievable taste.

"Okay, take it away."

Passing the tray with four black earthen pots to Wang Feng, the chef said impatiently: "Boy, get out quickly, or you can stay here as fresh ingredients."

Walk?

How could it be possible to leave?

Looking at the perspective prompt, Wang Feng opened the lid of the black earthen jar and saw several pieces of black fingernails floating on it.

Wang Feng said unceremoniously: "This is your level of cooking. Can this be included in normal dishes?"

The chef, who was about to continue chopping, raised his head with a horrifying look on his face: "You humble boy, you dare to question my cooking skills. Do you want to die?"

"hehe."

Wang Feng didn't care about the threat from the chef. If the chef could take action against him, he would have done it long ago after he came in.

so……

"If you take the food out like this, you will run into big trouble."

With some concerns in mind, Wang Feng looked at the chef and said with the same cold tone: "I can take out the food. Of course, if a diner asks, I will tell her truthfully that it was you who added something to the food on your own initiative."

"When the time comes..."

"Damn boy, how dare you threaten me."

The chef's face became more ferocious, and he raised the big knife in his hand: "Go to hell!"


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