Leng Zirui's right hand seemed to be holding the spoon in his hand casually, but his fingertips were already using strength. In fact, if Locke really persisted, he would not mind doing something extraordinary.
The mission is a mission, but if he is allowed to watch his elder brother die, it is absolutely impossible!
Locke had a sullen face and said nothing.
He was indeed jealous, almost going crazy with jealousy.
"Yes, I can help you find a new chef, but have you ever thought about what would happen if Sissi knew about this?" Leng Zirui's tone was casual, but his eyes were quietly observing Locke's reaction.
"Women like men to be crazy about them, but they don't like a tyrant."
Just now, Luo Xiaoqian's performance has created problems.
Locke could see this without Leng Zirui reminding him.
If he really had to kill the chef, Sissi would definitely be very disappointed in him.
"gentlemen?"
The bodyguards on the side were still standing there waiting for Locke's order.
"Forget it." Locke placed the tableware in his hand heavily on the table, "This time, I don't care!"
Leng Zirui secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Locke standing up and preparing to go upstairs, he hurriedly followed Locke and stood up.
"I have something I want to talk to you about."
"What's going on?" Locke stopped and asked impatiently.
"About... Lei Wenting!" Leng Zirui said.
"Lei Wenting?" Locke turned his face and looked at him with a pair of dark green eyes, meeting Leng Zirui's gaze. He pondered for a moment, "Follow me upstairs."
Looking at the direction of the kitchen, Leng Zirui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and followed Locke upstairs.
Leng Zimo in the kitchen didn't know what happened in the restaurant. He didn't know that several people had left the restaurant until the servant took the plates back.
At this time, the cook had already started preparing dinner.
Except for Locke and Luo Xiaoqian, all the bodyguards and servants on the island have to eat, and the cook is responsible for these things. After all, they don't have high requirements for eating, as long as they can fill their stomachs.
Leng Zimo took the initiative to go over and help, while chatting with the cook. If he wanted to survive here safely, of course he had to know more about the situation on the island.
"How many people do we need to prepare meals for?"
"There are thirty-three bodyguards plus work, as well as the butler, three maids and me. Plus you, prepare for forty people." The cook replied while busy.
"Aren't there thirty-nine people?" Leng Zimo was a little confused.
"There are others on the island," the cook said.
"Is there anyone else?" Leng Zimo immediately asked, "Who is it?"
"Well... you better not ask any more questions." The cook glanced at him, "Working here, the less you know, the better. If you hear something wrong in the middle of the night, don't come out and see something wrong.
Just pretend you didn't see anything. Another thing is, don't provoke Mr. Locke, he... is very dangerous. You must be respectful to the lady. The gentleman cares about the lady very much."
How dare a chef like him do this kind of work for her. The cook thought Leng Zimo was a good person, so she reminded him of these things.
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Me?!" Leng Zimo hesitated, "My name is 'L'!"
"'L'?!" The cook was a little surprised, "This is the first time I heard someone call a name with one letter."
