The two-headed monster sat at the outermost dining table and looked the least messy. In fact, in Wang Feng's opinion, he was the most contented guy.
Even though they just turned against each other.
"Guest, what do you need?" Wang Feng walked up to the two-headed monster and asked politely.
The two-headed monster gave Wang Feng a vicious look. On his face with criss-crossed scars and a pair of huge eyes, he looked like he wanted to eat Wang Feng.
but……
Without saying anything, the two-headed ghost pushed the menu to the edge of the table, with a dish already selected on it.
"A hundred eyes soup."
Worried that Wang Feng didn't see it, the two-headed monster added.
"Okay, please wait."
Wang Feng picked up the menu and left.
When he came to the kitchen, Wang Feng was surprised to find that there was no difference between the kitchen on the second floor and the kitchen on the first floor. They were exactly the same.
It was also a huge chopping board, and ghost chefs were processing the corpses on the chopping board. Holding back the feeling of nausea, Wang Feng discovered that the corpses on the chopping board were not just human corpses.
There are also corpses of other races, and even corpses of ghosts.
The guy in charge of ingredients in the restaurant must be really good.
With a sigh of relief, Wang Feng still chooses the principle of staying close to home when business matters.
"This is the dish the guest wants." Wang Feng handed out the black menu in his hand.
A palm like a cattail fan took the menu.
At the same time, a dull voice sounded: "Hundred-eye soup? The guy who ordered the food, can you afford the bill?"
While talking, the strong man who was handling the ingredients with his head lowered looked at Wang Feng.
Seeing his face clearly, Wang Feng couldn't help but take a breath.
This guy's face was as big as a millstone, with eyeballs densely distributed on it. When he looked at Wang Feng, there was Wang Feng in each eye.
"It should be affordable."
Wang Feng's face was calm, except for the slight twitching of his brows: "He originally wanted to bring his pet in."
"Oh, it turns out it's him."
The strong man seemed to know the two-headed ghost and said to Wang Feng: "Wait, it will be over soon."
After saying that, he put down the kitchen knife in his hand.
The huge fingers reached towards his face, and then forcefully pried off his eyeballs.
one.
two.
three.
…
Wang Feng was dumbfounded and subconsciously counted the eyes that the ghost chef had drawn.
With the Ghost Chef's face, even if it is as big as a millstone, it still doesn't have a hundred eyes, and even fifty is enough.
However, every time the Ghost Chef digs out his eyeball, a new eyeball will grow out of the empty eye socket within a few seconds.
In this way, it took five minutes for the ghost chef to collect a hundred eyeballs.
but……
Watch the ghost chef pour the removed eyeballs directly into a large silver bowl, and then cover it with the same silver lid.
"Okay, let's serve it to the guests." The ghost chef motioned to Wang Feng to take out the big bowl.
Wang Feng frowned, looked at the big silver bowl, and said suspiciously: "Is this the end? Isn't it soup? You just put your eyeballs in it."
"If the customer is not satisfied with the food, you will be responsible for all the consequences."
Responsibilities must be clear.
After Wang Feng said these words, Ghost Chef hesitated for a moment, stared at Wang Feng for a few seconds, seemed to remember something, and said, "Wait a minute, let me think about it."
"Oh, right."
"There's still one thing I haven't put in."
Talking to himself, the ghost chef wanted to prove that the matter was reasonable. His next operation shocked Wang Feng.
"heitui!"
Lifting the lid of the silver bowl, the ghost chef spat into it several times, stirred it a few times with his index finger, and closed the lid again.
"There will be absolutely no problem this time."
"Are you...sure?"
"Sure."
Wang Feng looked so confident that he didn't know whether what the ghost chef said was true or not, but looking at the ghost chef's eyes, he knew that no matter whether it was true or not, the ghost chef would not improve the dishes.
It's nothing more than trying to catch a duck on the shelf.
Without further entanglement, Wang Feng picked up the big bowl on a tray and left the kitchen.
When he got outside, he took a deep breath.
No matter whether the food is to the taste of the two-headed monster or not, there is no other way now.
As for the two-headed monster that is dissatisfied and makes a fuss, just let him make a fuss. Anyway, Wang Feng has a way to take himself out.
Carrying the tray, after training on the first floor, Wang Feng found that he had mastered the essence of the waiter's job.
Moving to the two-headed monster's dining table, Wang Feng placed the tray on the dining table very elegantly.
"Guest, your food is ready, please enjoy it slowly."
"kindness."
The two heads nodded together, and without Wang Feng's service, he opened the lid of the silver bowl himself.
"That's what it tastes like."
The head on the left took a sip and said with satisfaction.
"Yeah, I smell it too."
The right head also said.
After saying that, he grabbed a small spoon with each hand, scooped up an eyeball, and couldn't wait to put it into his mouth.
Click, click...
As the two mouths moved, a heart-stirring sound sounded.
Seeing him eating so absorbedly, Wang Feng couldn't help but ask: "Guest, is there anything wrong with the food?"
"Hmm..."
The two-headed monster couldn't stop at all, and waved his hand repeatedly to tell Wang Feng to move aside.
vomit!
Looking at the two-headed monster eating spoonful after spoonful of Baiyan Soup, and thinking of what the ghost chef did in the kitchen, Wang Feng avoided the angle of view and covered his mouth to suppress the discomfort.
Wang Feng looked at his second guest.
It's a girl.
To be honest, when he saw the girl, Wang Feng felt a little scared.
Whether he could have fulfilled Nie Xiaoqian's request when he was on the first floor, if he hadn't put some thought into it, is another matter.
The girl sitting at the middle table has twin ponytails and is dressed very normally.
When you first see her, you will think she is a normal person.
But Wang Feng also knew in his heart that the chance of the girl being human was very small.
After all, this is a ghost restaurant, and the guests served are ghosts.
However, Wang Feng miscalculated.
"Guest, what do you want to eat?" Wang Feng asked politely.
With her fair and delicate palms holding half of her face, the girl who was looking outside through the window turned her face slightly to look at Wang Feng.
With just one glance, the girl had already determined Wang Feng's identity.
She said: "You go and greet other customers first, I won't order."
When Wang Feng came in without ordering food, a trace of doubt appeared in Wang Feng's eyes, but it quickly dissipated.
Seeing that the girl really had no intention of ordering, Wang Feng had no intention of asking any more questions.
After all, the girl has a human aura and a ghost aura, which is absolutely magical.
In this situation, Wang Feng felt that it was better to follow the other party's suggestions.
Move your body and come to the dining table in the corner.
The guests sitting here are even more strange.
He carried a basket made of bamboo on his back, filled with books.
From the cover, it can be seen that the book is not a serious book.
Dressed like a scholar, he looks like a human being.
It was still the same idea. When he saw the scholar, Wang Feng felt that he was definitely not a human being.
There is a special Yin energy emanating from the body.
Strange guy.
After thinking about it secretly, Wang Feng still said: "Guest, what do you need to eat?"
No matter what the scholar's status is, he is a guest when he enters here. Wang Feng only needs to do his duty well.
"Monkey brains mixed with rice." The scholar raised his head. Except for his face being a little pale, he was no different from ordinary people.
Monkey brain bibimbap?
The familiar name of the dish made Wang Feng's heart skip a beat: This guy...
After looking at the scholar calmly, Wang Feng wondered: Could it be Ning Caichen?
Of course, he had doubts in his heart. As a waiter, Wang Feng could not directly ask the scholar: What is your name?
"Okay, please wait."
After saying that, Wang Feng put away the order menu and walked towards the kitchen.
"This is what the guest ordered."
Finding the ghost chef again, Wang Feng said calmly: "Make it as soon as possible."
"Use the hammer and wait." The ghost chef glanced at the menu fiercely: "Monkey brain bibimbap? Damn it, he's here again."
The ferocious expression condensed for a moment, and the ghost chef crumpled the menu into a ball with his big hands.
"The most ruthless scholar in the world. Trying to make up for the mistakes he made in the first place is simply a fool's errand... Haha."
Muttering, the ghost chef glanced at Wang Feng again: "Just wait, it will be ready soon."
Just one glance, Wang Feng must have looked directly at the ghost chef, but he saw a look of pity in it.
mercy?
Why does he have this look in his eyes?
The ghost chef had already turned around and got busy, leaving Wang Feng unable to ask anything even if he wanted to.
"Okay, let's serve it."
While thinking, the ghost chef had already placed the black earthen pot in front of Wang Feng.
?
It's so fast, did I miss something?
It only took a few seconds for the ghost chef to prepare the dish?
He looked at the black earthen pot with a bit of disbelief. The lid had not yet been closed. The food inside was no different from what the ghost chef on the first floor made.
But the speed is really too fast.
Place the black earthen pot on the tray, and you can still feel the warmth of the rice that has just been cooked even though it is separated by a layer.
It seems to be really cooked.
Although Wang Feng is not sure whether ghost food should be cooked or not, cooked food is better for humans to save ghosts.
"Let's go quickly."
The ghost chef's attitude took a 180-degree turn and actually became a little amiable: "If it were later, this guest would be hard to talk to."
Before Wang Feng could say anything, the ghost chef had already returned to work.
It looked like he was no longer talking to himself.
Wang Feng's eyes flickered slightly, he picked up the tray and walked outside.
The ghost chef suddenly changed his attitude, and if he had anything to say, it was revealed that serving food to the scholar might be dangerous.
"I want to see what danger there is."
After glancing at the interface to make sure that all his close friends were summonable, Wang Feng's eyes flashed with light.
"When water comes and earth covers me, I am not a lamb to be slaughtered."
With firm steps, Wang Feng came to the scholar's dining table.
Skillfully placing the black earthen jar on the table, Wang Feng smiled and said, "Please use it slowly."
The scholar who was reading put the book in his hand on the table, and then looked at the black earthen jar.
"call!"
The scholar took a gentle sniff, and then exhaled heavily: "This smell is exactly that familiar smell."
Opening his eyes, the scholar had an incomprehensible look in his eyes: "Boy, you made a good choice. There are 44 chefs in the restaurant, but there is only one chef who can make monkey brain bibimbap, and you happened to meet him."
"You are so lucky."
Wang Feng didn't answer, and just looked at the scholar quietly, watching his performance.
"pity……"
Shaking his head pretending to be intoxicated, the scholar glanced at Wang Feng: "You met me, Ning Caichen."
As soon as the word "I" came out, Ning Caichen's face showed an extremely cruel look: "You are stained with her scent, and you say that I feel very guilty for her, but no one knows that I..."
His voice was low: "I don't feel guilty at all."
"This dish."
Ning Caichen's voice rose again: "It's her favorite dish. I come here to eat it once a week, just to warn myself not to forget her."
"because……"
"Forgetting is death."
"Jie Jie Jie, after telling you so much, if I die now, you won't have any complaints, right?"
Teng!
An extremely terrifying aura came from Ning Caichen's body and pressed on Wang Feng's body, making him feel cold all over.