fishing the heavens

Chapter 813 The Crashed Chef

The middle-aged fat man's face was full of astonishment. He raised the knife and placed it in the sunlight. Under the sunlight, the dark blade appeared dark red with a hazy red light.

"Nice knife!"

The middle-aged fat man looked fascinated, and then raised his knife again to kill the prey on the chopping board with his fingers!
"clang!"

"Crack!"

The middle-aged fat man took a deep breath, and the blade fell down as fast as a fright!
The extremely sharp blade collided with the fingers of the prey, like cutting on the hardest object in the world!
Make a loud noise!
The blade trembled violently, and it came out of the middle-aged fat man's hand, and the blade sank into the solid ground.

"Ow!"

The middle-aged fat man wept ghosts and gods with a loud voice, as if the whole kitchen was trembling.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the wrist of the middle-aged fat man became red and swollen, and his wrist was dislocated!
"how is this possible!"

The middle-aged fat man's painful face showed a bit of disbelief. Just now he saw the sharpness of this knife, but now it only left a white mark on the finger of the prey!
"What happened?"

Such a big commotion here naturally attracted the attention of the rest of the chefs. At that moment, several chefs came over, with doubts on their faces, and asked.

"It's okay, you go and do your work."

The middle-aged fat man's face was gloomy, he didn't believe this evil, he turned around and raised the knife that had sunk into the ground, and waved his hand.

The chefs stopped and started to go about their own business again. The business of the restaurant was booming, but there was not much time for these chefs to rest.

"Ding!"

The middle-aged fat man took out the knife he used before, and collided with the dark red knife now, without the slightest resistance, the silver-white knife covered with patterns broke from it.

Lifting the black and red knife, the middle-aged fat man didn't find a single gap in the blade.

"clang!"

The middle-aged fat man slashed at the finger of the prey on the chopping board again with some disbelief.

This time he learned the lesson from last time, the middle-aged fat man used less force.

But it still made my palms numb.

Look again, well, this time not even the white marks are left!
The middle-aged fat man was a little skeptical about life, and couldn't figure out why this prey was so tough!
"I don't believe it!"

The middle-aged fat man has some tendencies, and driven by strong curiosity, the middle-aged fat man insists on cutting up this prey to have a look!
"Ding Ding!"

The fingers of this prey were chopped with a knife, each knife was in the same position, and there were continuous clanging and collision sounds in the kitchen.

Half an hour later, everyone in the kitchen stopped what they were doing and looked at the middle-aged fat man with dumbstruck eyes.

At this time, the middle-aged fat man's eyes were red, and there was a spirit in his eyes called persistence.

As if he had a vendetta against the prey on the chopping board, he slashed down viciously, making the rest of the people tremble with fear!
I'm afraid that this middle-aged fat man will stab him with something wrong.

"It's over, it's over, Brother Shi is crazy!"

"What happened to this?"

A group of chefs were watching, discussing in low voices.

"What's going on! Why hasn't the Bazhen soup I wanted come yet!"

"Yeah, it's outrageous, the blood clams I wanted didn't come up!"

A group of customers in the restaurant complained, spreading the word, and soon many customers were dissatisfied.

"Sorry, sorry, everyone, wait a little longer, it will come up soon, and today's consumption will be less than a second-level blood source stone."

Don't think that Guanshi Shan is strict internally, but he is a grandson to the guests, especially under the fault of the restaurant.

Otherwise, if you hate the guests, you don't need the guests to show up, even the big shots behind the restaurant will not let the manager alone.

"It's too shameful to keep me waiting for so long!"

"Do I look like someone who lacks that second-level blood source stone?!"

A group of guests were complaining, but seeing that Steward Shan had a good attitude of admitting his mistake, it was not so noisy.

At this time, Guanshi Shan had a gloomy face and was furious as he walked towards the kitchen!
"What courage, the older you get, the more outrageous you become! There is no need to say that wages must be deducted!"

Steward Shan cursed fiercely, dragged his horoscope and pushed open the kitchen door with a bang.

"What are you doing! Customers have been waiting for a long time! Is it because they don't want any wages!"

Steward Shan yelled and cursed, seeing a group of people gathered together, he was instantly enraged.

A group of chefs were shocked and hurried back to their seats, none of them dared to talk back.

Steward Shan was still not satisfied, and kept cursing endlessly.

Maybe it was tired of scolding, or maybe it was boring, Shan Guanshi stopped, turned and walked towards the middle-aged fat man.

"Ding Ding!"

"It doesn't make sense, why is it so hard."

The middle-aged fat man's eyes were red, and he muttered to himself, as if he was in a daze.

"Then so and so! Let you cook for me!"

Ten meters away, Shan Guanshi was already bluffing.

"I asked you to cook for me, what the hell are you doing!"

Shan Guanshi stepped forward to take a look, and cursed, what is this idiot doing?Holding something that looks like a knife, he yelled at his prey for a while, but Guan Shi was furious when he saw it, are you kidding me?
After such a long time without even peeling off the skin, I asked the fat man to test whether this product can be eaten, but now I am holding a knife to tickle the prey again?

Shan Guanshi could see clearly that the knife seemed fierce, but it didn't even break the skin when it landed on the prey!
Shan Guanshi went berserk, pointing at the middle-aged fat man and cursing non-stop.

"Brother Shi is out of luck!"

"Yeah, Brother Shi is too stubborn, if you admit your mistake, you'll be fine."

A group of chefs looked at the furious Shan Guanshi, and cast sympathetic glances at the middle-aged fat man.

Steward Shan was cursing all by himself, seeing the middle-aged fat man ignoring him, he was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to slap him!
"Pfft!"

"Ah! My hand! My hand is broken!"

A dark red knife flashed, and it was quick and ruthless, directly cutting off the palm of Shan Guanshi!
Shan Guan was stunned for a moment, and then he felt what happened. His right hand was broken at the wrist, and there was a big stream of blood flowing, and there was a scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Hoho!"

Without waiting for many chefs to react from this series of shocking changes, another scalp-numbing knife light flashed, and the screams of Shan Guanshi stopped abruptly. He covered his neck with one hand and let out a strange cry. Voice.

"It's over! It's over! Steward Shan has been killed!"

"Don't go, don't go, Shi Hu is crazy, run!"

A group of chefs turned pale with fright, and exclaimed one after another, and several of them wanted to rush towards Shihu, but were stopped by other chefs, and then a group of chefs ran out of the kitchen one after another.

"Why can't it be cut! Why can't it be cut!"

Shi Hu seemed to have slapped an annoying fly to death, without paying any attention at all. At this moment, Shi Hu slashed out again. When he saw that there was still no change, Shi Hu collapsed, threw the knife away, and stuck his hands into his hair. Zhong scratched his head vigorously.

"What's this place? Huh? My fingers hurt a little."

A voice sounded, which made Shi Hu, who was limp on the ground, startled for a moment. He hurriedly got up and looked towards the chopping board.

(End of this chapter)