Chapter 161 Dark Eight Treasures Bird's Nest Porridge
In fact, Huang Xiaobei saw Lao Wei a long time ago.
Because when he first entered the kitchen, the only person Huang Xiaobei saw sitting was Weslin.
Unlike the other three people who fell to the ground and passed out, Lao Wei was not suffocated by such an unpleasant black gas. Instead, he sat silently on the chair next to the kitchen workbench, motionless, not knowing where he was.
What to do.
Looking at the three "corpses" on the ground, Huang Xiaobei carefully stepped over them and walked quickly towards Lao Wei who was sitting on the chair in front of him, ready to ask him what happened.
Walking behind Wei Silin, Huang Xiaobei gently patted Lao Wei on the shoulder.
"Hey Lao Wei, what's going on in the kitchen? Why is it so big..."
Before Huang Xiaobei finished speaking, Weslin, who was foaming at the mouth and his eyes turned white, suddenly fell from the chair and fell limply to the ground.
Commissioner Huang quietly looked at Weslin who fell to the ground.
“Damn it, the old guard is dead!!”
"Um, Xiaobei..."
The corpse-like Weslin suddenly stretched out his right hand towards Huang Xiaobei and said with an extremely weak breath.
"Xiao Bei, is that you..."
When he heard that Lao Wei was not dead and was still talking, Huang Xiaobei, who was so frightened that he almost jumped up, was stunned for a moment, and then quickly helped Lao Wei up.
Seeing the angry Weslin with his last breath in his arms, Huang Xiaobei was speechless.
"Damn it, Lao Wei, what's wrong with you? I thought you were dead. By the way, are anyone else in this room still alive?"
Weslin, who was frothing at the mouth and still couldn't turn his eyes over, was lying in Huang Xiaobei's arms, extremely weak and with a grin at the corner of his mouth.
"I, I thought I was dead too."
Listening to Lao Wei's remarks, which were like taking a dog's life, Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but swallow.
"What the hell is going on?"
Lao Wei's eyes finally rolled over at this moment, and he was lying in Huang Xiaobei's arms, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head. Weislin gradually recalled the tragedy of the world not long ago.
"Xiao Bei, do you know? The eldest lady is cooking. The eldest lady made us a bowl of eight-treasure bird's nest porridge not long ago and said that she would take this dish to participate in the competition."
Huang Xiaobei nodded.
"Isn't this normal? Didn't you just tell me that the eldest lady wants to cook, so you asked me to come back? Well, could it be that the dishes cooked by the eldest lady are too unpalatable? But didn't you say that even if the eldest lady cooks?
What comes out is a pot of shit, can you eat it too?"
Lao Wei, who had an expressionless face and eyes as empty as a dead man, suddenly revealed a complicated and deep smile on his lips, and two drops of crystal tears slowly fell from the corners of his empty eyes.
"Does it taste bad? No, it is no longer a question of whether it tastes bad or not, but a question of not being desperate."
Huang Xiaobei grinned.
"what are you talking about?"
Lao Wei stared at Huang Xiaobei with his empty eyes, weakly describing his intuitive feelings when eating the bowl of eight-treasure bird's nest porridge.
"Xiaobei, have you ever experienced despair? When the eldest lady brought the bowl of eight-treasure bird's nest porridge in front of us, which symbolized death, I knew what real hell was. Xiaobei, do you know? The first thing I ate was
As soon as I took one bite, I was thinking, ah, what kind of dish is this? What if the god of death can also cook? It's nothing more than that, right?"
"Ah, this is such an indescribable dish. I even tasted something called despair in it. I even felt that all the wrong things I had done in my life were corrected when I ate that mouthful of bird's nest porridge.
punish."
Lao Wei's expression became increasingly ethereal, and his whole person looked extremely unreal.
"The moment I ate it, I even saw the God of Death waving to me. At that moment, I saw all the misery in the world appearing before my eyes. Oh, my dear God, my dear Buddha, My dear Allah, my dear…,”
Commissioner Huang held Weslin, who was obviously mentally disturbed, and the muscles on his face were twitching.
Is this talking about food?
By the way, how awful is that bowl of porridge? It can make people drink until they see the god of death. Is it that exaggerated?
"Master Sun didn't drink the bowl of porridge. He fainted just by smelling the hellish stench. The bald brother ate half a spoonful and ran away desperately. Brother Maozi was very considerate and ate a big bowl, and then I never saw him make any noise again."
Lao Wei breathed in the fresh air flowing below.
"As for Zifeng and Karl, they didn't want to eat at first, but Qianqian called Zifeng brother, and Zifeng immediately ate a big bowl, and then I never saw him again, probably in an instant Removed."
Huang Xiaobei wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
That, you didn't see it, I saw it and I was lying outside.
That scumbag most likely wanted to use teleportation to escape, but as soon as he escaped, the poison took effect.
"Out of politeness, Karl just took a sip of the soup, and then he ran very fast, and because he ran so fast, he accidentally stepped on the bald brother, who had already fled to the door. I was stepped on and passed out."
Huang Xiaobei turned around and looked, and there was indeed a leather shoe mark on his bald head.
Having said this, Lao Wei suddenly grabbed Huang Xiaobei's collar, his empty eyes filled with unparalleled desire for survival.
"Xiao Bei, take me away, before the eldest lady has finished cooking the second pot, hurry up..."
At this point, Lao Wei could no longer hold on and completely passed out.
Before passing out, he murmured with a smile.
"Oh God, you are so wonderful, ah, angel, extremely holy angel, haha, dear God, I actually saw the Holy Mother Jehovah, I also saw Christ Mary, I saw... "
"Damn it, Old Wei, Old Wei! Wake up, don't leave me alone!"
Lao Wei left, very peacefully.
Huang Xiaobei silently looked at Weslin who passed away in his arms, but refused to close his eyes.
The special correspondent sighed and helped Lao Wei close his eyes.
Come on, Lao Wei, remember, don’t eat food made by girls in your next life.
Throwing the unconscious Weslin aside, Huang Xiaobei still grinned in unimaginable surprise.
By the way, isn't this a bit exaggerated? Isn't it just a bowl of porridge?
The porridge of the god of death, can you drink despair in the porridge? This is too...
Just when Huang Xiaobei was doubting whether Weslin's remarks were true, the commissioner's nose suddenly smelled an unpleasant smell that was a hundred times stronger than the stench in the kitchen.
Immediately afterwards, Miss Yiyi's playful voice sounded softly behind her.
"Ah, Huang Xiao M is back, come and try the porridge made by others."
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Her fair little face was dirty from the smoke, but her eyes were still so bright and beautiful.
The eldest lady, who was dressed in a pink chef outfit with several cute Hello Kitties painted on her clothes, came to Huang Xiaobei holding a bowl of unknown objects that were constantly exuding black gas, and excitedly handed the unknown objects to Huang Xiaobei.
Xiaobei, let him eat it.
Huang Xiaobei couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the eldest lady's adorable chef outfit and her dark little face.
The eldest lady is really cute and beautiful.
But you can see the bowl of unknown objects that are constantly emitting black gas in the eldest lady's hand, especially the bowl of black things that are still bubbling? Huang Xiaobei even saw a bubble made of bubbles in the bowl.
A skeleton?!
Looking at the bowl of strange objects that couldn't be called porridge at all, Commissioner Huang's eyes widened and his nostrils widened for a moment, with a look on his face that said "I am fucking blind."
"S-Miss, what is this black thing?"
Miss Yiyi said very innocently, "Eight-treasure bird's nest porridge, look, the bird's nest is here."
Miss Yiyi picked up the spoon and gently shook it, handed it to Huang Xiaobei, and said with a sweet smile.
"Be good, open your mouth."
Commissioner Huang looked at the half-feather-like object in the spoon and was silent for a long time.
"Miss, this is just shit, isn't it? Are you just feeding people shit?"
Miss Yiyi pouted her mouth angrily.
"How can you say that? I have worked so hard to prepare for the competition for so long, how can you go so far!"
Huang Xiaobei smiled, then took the eight-treasure bird's nest porridge that was steaming and bubbling from the eldest lady's hand and looked at it carefully.
Stirring the thick black gruel that couldn't get any thicker, the more he stirred, the more confused the expression on Commissioner Huang's face became.
"Miss, do you dare to tell me why eight-treasure bird's nest porridge emits black gas?"
"Well, because, because I put too much sesame paste."
"Miss, do you dare to tell me why it's still bubbling? I seem to have only seen this kind of thing in poison brewed by witches."
"Well, because, because this is made with love."
Looking at half of the swallow's head in the spoon, which was almost half cooked, and the other half still staring at him, Commissioner Huang couldn't bear it anymore, and he threw away the unparalleled poison in his hand.
On the ground!
"Then do you dare to tell me why there is a whole swallow in the Mao Babao bird's nest porridge!!"
Miss Yiyi puffed her mouth forcefully and defended, "Because, because I want to innovate, I think the traditional one is too old-fashioned, so I want to take a new path."
"Poof——!" A mouthful of blood spurted out, and for a moment, Commissioner Huang burst into tears.
"You still innovate? How can you still innovate when you are like this? Aren't you afraid that the swallow will turn into a ghost at night and bite you to death!"
Commissioner Huang pointed in horror as he was thrown to the ground. As a result, a large ball of thick black mist of bird's nest porridge erupted with a "bang". He collapsed and shouted!
"Do you dare to tell me what this black mist is? Why is it that if you smash this bowl of broken porridge on the ground, a black mist will appear! Is this really eight-treasure bird's nest porridge? Really?
Aren’t they NATO’s biological and chemical weapons?!”
Miss Yiyi lowered her little head and sobbed endearingly.
"You don't love me, and you actually smashed the delicious food that I worked so hard to make on the ground. You don't love me at all."
"What the hell does this have to do with whether you love me or not? The things you made are on the same level as the Five Poison Sect's magical weapons!"
Commissioner Huang pointed at the corpses on the ground and shouted with tears in his eyes.
"By the way, miss, do you dare to teach me how to cook a pot of porridge for Mao and kill six people?"
Miss Yiyi looked around and said angrily.
"There are obviously only four here!"
"Nah, you admit it! You admit that the stuff you made is so drinkable that it kills people! You are basically a saint of the Five Poisons Sect!"
Just as Commissioner Huang was complaining loudly, Qianqian also came to him with a bowl of bird's nest porridge with the same "gurgling" black foam.
"Hmph, you really don't know what's good or bad. This is a delicacy in the world that senior sister Yiyi and I spent a long time making. Drink it quickly."
Commissioner Huang stared at the bird's nest porridge in Chu Luoli's hand, and at the whole swallow floating silently at the top of the bowl. It is worth mentioning that this swallow was not cooked yet, and it looked at him with eyes that were unblinking.
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After staring at the swallow for a long time, Commissioner Huang silently turned around and walked towards the gate.
"Fuck me, what are you doing? Don't touch me! Mom, keep that inhumane bowl of porridge away from me. I don't want to...gulu gulu."
Miss Yiyi and Qianqian worked together to push the tearful Commissioner Huang to the ground.
The two pretty girls rolled up their sleeves, exposing their fair little arms, and opened Huang Xiaobei's mouth very roughly, pouring in two bowls of thick black foamy sticky substance, along with two whole swallows.
In Huang Xiaobei's throat.
"Gulu gulu", Commissioner Huang's eyes turned white, his throat kept moving up and down, his hands kept struggling and waving, and his fingers twisted to an extreme.
But in the end, those two bowls of indescribable eight-treasure bird's nest porridge ended up in Commissioner Huang's stomach.
At that moment, after he finished the two bowls of indescribable bird's nest porridge, Commissioner Huang understood what Lao Wei said.
He also felt despair in that bowl of porridge and felt the punishment from the God of Death.
Even the moment you drink it.
Huang Xiaobei seemed to have seen the arrival of death.
"Ah, God of Death, is this the God of Death? Sure enough, you are so mighty, you are so extraordinary, and you are so terrifying."
Looking at Miss Yiyi and Qianqian, those two angelic faces, Commissioner Huang slowly fainted and fell to the ground.
Before passing out, he whispered softly.
"Life..."
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That night, Huang Xiaobei, Lao Wei, Dead Baldhead, Brother Mao Zi, Master Sun, Chu Zifeng, Carl.
Seven people underwent a painful gastric lavage in the hospital and were left hanging in a sling bottle overnight.
The timing of their visit was very lucky, because the big brothers from the Qinghong Gang and the master chefs from the hotel were also in that hospital.
As soon as Huang Xiaobei and the other seven entered, good guys, everyone from Tianlong Hotel to the lobby manager and the dishwasher were admitted to the hospital...
Well, the Fifth Master and the Seventh Master drank themselves to death.
Huang Xiaobei and the others... also drank themselves to death... (To be continued)