Leaving the roommates outside the cafeteria, Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan walked in alone. Before the meal time, there was no one in the cafeteria, not even an NPC in sight.
The two looked around. There were many long tables and long stools in the room. Although the windows were not clean, they didn't make people feel dirty.
On the other side of the cooking window, there are not shallow rectangular containers like those used in general cafeterias, but black crock pots with lids on them, so it is impossible to see what is inside.
"What do you think it is?" Mo Xiaoyao poked his head over to take a look, but didn't dare to act rashly.
"What else can it be, human flesh? Regarding cafeterias, kitchens, etc., don't they all eat human flesh?" Jiang Yan didn't go over, and turned to look around, "According to the news I got, the seven incredible kitchens are I want to go into the back kitchen to find out—do you know how to get to the back kitchen?"
Mo Xiaoyao turned his gaze back from the rows of black crock pots, and looked at Curly Jiang Yan: "A great leader once said: Questions that will cost you your life are often good questions. .”
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "...Which leader?"
Mo Xiaoyao was serious: "The former leader of the tribe, Chief Wojin—oh, I forgot, you are the president who manages everything every day, and you don't play World of Warcraft."
Jiang Yan: "...All right, I'll find it myself."
In fact, the back kitchen is located on the side of the food window, as long as you open the door and look to the side, you can find clues.
"Is it useful to go in now?" Mo Xiaoyao recalled the description mentioned in the book, "Don't you say that you have to enter at 2:22 in the morning to see the master cook... Also, don't wait for Leyin to come together ?"
Jiang Yan pushed open the unlocked door and turned his head in the direction of the inside: "Come in first. I suspect that from the moment we entered the cafeteria, we have already entered a special space."
It doesn't make sense that only the two of them wanted to come to the cafeteria to have a look, and the others ran far away, so from the moment they walked in, they might have already started the task.
Mo Xiaoyao also thought of this, but he still went to the door to verify it first. After getting the system's "task in progress, you can't leave until it's finished", he turned around and followed Jiang Yan into the side door.
They had to take their graduation photos and leave here at 5:00 pm, so the task was given to "explore the supernatural event for the last time", and they didn't have to find out the truth. In theory, as long as they arrived and got out alive, they could be completed.
Well, in theory...
Pushing open the small door, the two of them entered the real back kitchen, and a cool feeling came out immediately, as if something was attached to them, slowly climbing up from the tailbone along the entire spine.
The light in the back kitchen is not good, but it is not so dark that you can't see anything clearly, but the overall tone is dark, which makes people feel a sense of depression.
Facing the door, there was a row of wooden shelves against the wall, on which were stacked many transparent glass jars, inside which were soaked some strange plant roots, insect corpses, and some unidentifiable meat. Block, abruptly shaped the back kitchen into the feeling of a potion classroom.
On the right side of the wooden shelf is a cooking table with pots and stoves, knives and shovels, chopping boards, and a vegetable sink... Of course, the chef standing behind the stove is indispensable.
In fact, from the moment Jiang Yan and Mo Xiaoyao entered the door, they smelled a vague fragrance and hummed a little tune intermittently, which seemed to indicate that the person who is cooking now is in a still mood. good.
The person was blocked behind the half-hanging cloth curtain, so he couldn't see clearly, but judging from the stove and the exposed waistline, he was undoubtedly a fat man. He was wearing a greasy and dirty apron, and his belly protruded more obviously than a woman who was pregnant in October.
When Jiang Yan and Mo Xiaoyao came in, they didn't deliberately walk lightly, and with the sound of the door opening, unless the people in the room were deaf, there was no reason why they couldn't hear them. But he is still humming his ditties, cooking his dishes, and has no intention of greeting the guests at all.
According to the content written in the book, when students enter the back kitchen of the school cafeteria at 2:22 in the morning, they have a chance to meet a mysterious chef who has never appeared before. As long as they complete his test, they can get a mysterious chef. Soup.
It is rumored that the bowl of soup has a very magical effect, but what it is, the paragraph describing the effect has been blotted out with black ink, and it is impossible to see it at all. Likewise, the description of the chef, and his trials, have also been blotted out.
At that time, Mo Xiaoyao held the book up to the light and confirmed that there were words on the previous page, but he couldn't tell what it was. It is estimated that I don't want people to take advantage of this loophole and take advantage of it.
In this situation, Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan didn't dare to act rashly. They looked at each other, walked to the front of the cooking counter, and stood there quietly, waiting for the chef to take care of them.
Patience is a good thing, but apparently the chef doesn't have it. But tens of seconds later, he held the horse ladle in one hand and pulled back the curtain with the other, revealing the legendary mysterious face.
It was indeed a fat man, and he was wearing a chef's hat and smiling: "Welcome to my cafeteria, two students, would you like something to eat?"
Mo Xiaoyao didn't feel any threat from this fat chef. He was like a master chef in a school cafeteria, greeting every student who came to cook.
"Is there any soup?" Jiang Yan asked, looked around, took the initiative to move two chairs over to the other side, one for Mo Xiaoyao and one for himself, and sat on the opposite side of the cooking table, "That's the kind Your best soup."
"You guys came just in time." The cook took out 5 bowls of different colors from under the cooking table and lined them up on the front table, "I just prepared some ingredients for soup, you can wait."
Afterwards, without waiting for Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan's answer, the chef put down the curtain that he had opened before, and retracted his body. The weird tune he heard before sounded again, and he began to prepare special dishes for the two customers in front of him. bisque.
Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan exchanged glances quickly, neither of them said a word in tacit understanding, just sat obediently on the chair and waited for the soup.
To be honest, the unbelievable incident in the cafeteria is the one they think is the safest one after consideration, the most, is to drink human broth, but as long as the seasoning is not their own, just go out and induce vomiting...
Compared with the hands in the toilet, the bloody footprints on the stairs, the dissection model in the biology laboratory, and the swing under the old locust tree, it is much safer.
Moreover, it may not necessarily be human broth.
Sitting down, Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan could see every step of the cook making soup through the gap between the curtain and the cooking table.
The cook's movements were fast, and his knife skills were also good. A potato as big as a child's head was quickly cut into even shreds under his hands.
After finishing all the dishes, the cook lowered his head and took out a large piece of meat from under the cooking table, changed to a sharper knife, and continued humming while cutting the meat.
Judging from the shape and color of the meat, Mo Xiaoyao can only tell that it is the meat of mammals, because the color tends to be reddish, while the meat of poultry, fish, and shellfish is usually white.
That is the difference between red meat and white meat as the saying goes.
As for humans, since they are mammals... naturally they can secrete a substance called myoglobin.
Looking at the small pieces of meat on the table, if they were all put into a pot to cook for a while, Mo Xiaoyao felt that there was no need to choose later, and he just closed his eyes and just picked a bowl, since they were all the same piece anyway. Meat, what else do you dislike
Fortunately, the cook didn't do this. He didn't care about the steaming pot on the big stove. Instead, he did a trick and took out 5 more pots of breakfast from under the cooking table, which were specially used for cooking. Wontons and small pots for cooking instant noodles are placed on the small stove here in turn.
After igniting the fire and boiling the water, the chef threw the ingredients into five small pots one by one according to the order of his recipe. The speed was so fast that even though Mo Xiaoyao and Jiang Yan were staring at him almost unblinkingly, there was no way to see it. clear.
It's like two rookies watching someone else's master fight. Before they can see the moves clearly, they have already finished fighting. If the chef's speed does not have a systematic bonus, it means that he has done this set of movements too many times, and has already reached the realm of a peak master, and ordinary people should not take a peek.
"In another 5 minutes, the soup will be ready, and after being put into a bowl, it will be cold in 10 minutes."
The cook wiped his hands with the dirty apron he wore, and spoke in a tone that was just right for his ears.
"As soon as the soup cools down, not only will it have no effect, but it will also become very unpalatable, so I have to pour it out. Once the soup is poured out, it is a waste of my time and energy, and it also ruins my craftsmanship. It would be very angry. And when I was angry, I would want to add fresh ingredients to the refrigerator."
Speaking of this, the chef showed a malicious smile for the first time, and looked at Jiang Yan and Mo Xiaoyao unscrupulously, as if they were not two people, but cabbages and tomatoes lying on the stalls in the vegetable market. Customers who come to buy vegetables pick and choose at will.
"Of course, out of 5 bowls of soup, only 1 bowl has magic power, and 1 bowl is ordinary soup, and the last 3 bowls are your kind."
The chef wiped his hands clean, picked up the knife again, and continued to wipe the knife with his apron.
"No matter which bowl you choose for a while, you must drink it up. And as long as you drink it up, I will let you go, no matter what you drink-I say that, do you understand?"
Jiang Yan and Mo Xiaoyao nodded, there is nothing they don't understand, it doesn't matter what ingredients are added in it, as long as they are all drunk, it will be fine. This was almost the same as the worst outcome they had imagined before. Looking at each other, they both saw a kind of regret called "it's a pity that Leyin is not here" in each other's eyes.
Sure enough, he shouldn't have left that single cell to investigate the situation ahead of time. But having said that, who would know that from the moment he entered the cafeteria, he would be considered to have entered the small enchantment
"Then how should we choose?" Mo Xiaoyao sat up straight, and put both elbows on the table, but he didn't dislike the possible oil stains on it, "You can't rely on luck, can you?"
If it is possible, in fact, she wants to rely on luck, but the lucky MAX person is not there, but the two people who are there are almost lucky E.
Hearing Mo Xiaoyao's question, the cook showed a mysterious smile. With the way he was holding a sharp knife, he finally felt like a dungeon boss.
"How to choose soup? Of course - answer the question."