I'm a chef in Infinity Thriller

Chapter 3
After a while, the cook gave a long sigh and replied sadly: "I don't know why, but this kind of thing always happens."

She shook her head, as if shaking off unhappy memories: "Remembering these terrible things is not good for us, do you think so? Dear Qiuli." Then she stared at Qiuli without blinking.

Qiuli felt a chill from the soles of her feet to the top of her head. At this moment, she almost thought that even the cook had awakened.

She pretended to be calm and replied: "Isn't it? It's better to remember more good things. Horrible things will only slow down my cooking speed!"

Hearing her joke, the cook regained a smile on her weird face, and whispered to Qiuli again: "Dear Qiuli, have you heard? A customer died of a heart attack. It's terrible."

Qiu Li was stunned, looking at the cook who seemed to have been restarted in front of her, feeling a little scared in her heart.

"Don't tell me about this kind of thing in the future, I just want to cook a good meal." Qiuli distanced herself from her again, and put the brewed coffee on the dining car.

The cook nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, it's too scary, so don't discuss it."

Seeing the figure of the cook pushing the dining car out, Qiuli took her own breakfast in her hand and ate it in big mouthfuls.The aroma of coffee wafted in the room, and after taking a sip, the mellow bitter taste reverberated in the mouth.

This eased her anxiety somewhat.

No one can understand her sorrow.

Her toned lines are just data, these hateful but beautiful illusions.

After eating breakfast and drinking coffee, she felt much relieved. She suddenly thought of a key question. Who else knows that she and the hostess are best friends?Tracy had to climb the window to see herself.It seems that Tracy's family status is not high.

Seeing that the cook who went out to deliver food was about to come back, she hurried out, she didn't want to deal with this data person yet.

The cook and the guard are a couple, but they don't have any memory of what the guard looks like, so it's better to walk a hundred steps after dinner and go to the guard's room to touch it.

With a turn of footsteps, the road to the hall turned to the small door on the side of the corridor.

This is a trail leading to the outdoors. After about 10 minutes, it came to the end. Two opposite black iron gates stood at the towering wall, which looked a bit dignified.

The guard room is on the right side of the iron gate, connected to the wall.

The door of the guard room was closed, and she looked in through the window. The layout inside was similar to the school's reception room, with a table, a chair, and a registration booklet on the table.

There is another door on the inside, which should be the resting place for the cook and the guard.

In such a huge castle, the cook usually does all the miscellaneous work in the castle, and the guards are not only responsible for guarding the gate, but also responsible for the greening inside the wall.

Looking around for no one, she stretched her arms and took the registration booklet on the table into her hand.

This book records the list of visitors for half a year, and the registration is very neat. It seems that the guard is very responsible.

Flipping through the pages, he was a little surprised. He looked at the last remarks of these lists, especially the few pages in the middle.

On March 3, CMB arrived at the castle with seven guests...

Zhang Xiaofeng, remarks: died of a heart attack on March 3;

Mike, Remarks: Died by hanging himself on March 3;
Huang Sanlang, Remarks: Died of drowning on March 3;
……

Li Xiaojing, Remarks: On March 3th, I left the castle by minibus.

Exactly seven days, in the first three days, one person died every day, on the fourth day the state of beginninglessness began, and on the seventh day only one person escaped.The visit records of other dates are similar, but there are also players who all escaped.Most of the players are in groups of seven or eight.

Guests come here once a month, that is to say, after this group of guests leave, she will have a lot of free time.

The seven people at the beginning of March are somewhat like a standard template. The result of death should be fixed. She wrote down the order.

Turning to the latest page of the registration manual, she was about to read it carefully when a whistling wind came from behind her ears. She turned her head quickly, but she didn't completely avoid it. Her head hurt so badly that she fell to the ground...

When he woke up again, he saw the cook's chubby face as soon as he opened his eyes.The brain, which was still a little fuzzy, became a little more awake in an instant.

The cook said softly, "My dear Qiuli, you have finally woken up."

"What are you doing in the guard's room so early in the morning?" she asked in a delicate tone without blinking her eyes.

Her hairs stood up, and she touched the back of her head which was still hurting a little. She sat up and quickly glanced at the surrounding furnishings. This place looks very strange, but the door is the same style as the door from the previous window. It should be here. It's the guard's bedroom.

She put down her hands with a dazed expression on her face: "I went for a walk here and saw that there was no one in the guard room. I dropped a notebook at the door, so I picked it up and looked at it. What happened? Why does my head hurt so much!"

The cook almost had no doubts, a sweet smile appeared on her face again, and her eyes were squeezed into two slits: "I see, I just came back to get something, and saw you fell on the ground, is it your body?" Is there any hidden disease?"

She put her fat hands over and covered Qiuli's right hand: "My dear Qiuli, you have to check your body carefully."

Qiuli got out of bed in a hurry, put the shoes on her feet indiscriminately, stood up straight and replied, "I'm in good health." She snorted angrily.

When she walked out of the guard room, she turned her head to look at the cook who came out, feeling a little embarrassed, her attitude just now was not like that of a person who took care of herself.

She thanked her in a low voice, and asked casually, "Why haven't you seen the doorman?"

The cook covered her mouth with her hands, and accepted her thanks with a happy face. She curled her lips when she heard the next sentence: "Where can he go, let's make a trap in the woods behind." Her fat index finger pointed The forest near the wall behind the castle.

"Why do you make a trap? You won't hurt the guests by mistake, right?" Qiuli asked quickly.

"We have to protect ourselves." The cook's face became serious.

As soon as she finished speaking, she quickly walked a few steps and reached out to hold Qiuli's arm: "Oh, I'm going to have lunch, go back quickly, the guests are anxious to wait."

"Then I'll go back first, don't worry if you follow slowly, I'm in the kitchen!" Qiuli hurriedly drew out her right hand and ran forward, the cook's happy laughter came from behind her.

Cantonese cuisine was cooked at noon, and she also stewed a pot of Tianma chicken soup. She wanted to make up for her dizzy head, and made fish head jelly pot, watercress soup, steamed salted fish meat pie, and preserved meat claypot rice ...

The ingredients in the kitchen are amazing, and she can find everything she wants.

It would be even better if you can wear it back, and train your cooking skills well here.She remembered that when she was competing for a job in the main star hotel, she was obviously better than the other male chef, but she still missed the noble position of the kitchen supervisor by one point.

In the next few years, she simply resigned and opened a private restaurant by herself, which can be regarded as a lot of things.I don't know if the private restaurant will close after I cross it.

Rubbing the back of her head, which was still aching, she brought her thoughts back. This weird world is not useless, at least the kitchen is still YYDS.

She put several dishes with good color, fragrance and taste on separate plates, and waited for the cook to come and pick them up.

Leaning against the counter, she poured herself a bowl of soup first. The delicious smell of chicken soup and the smell of Chinese medicine of Gastrodia elata mixed together, making her return to the time in the main star in a trance.

After taking a sip, she grinned her teeth hotly, but felt the beauty of the food, let's live on, she doesn't want to die tragically once a month like her original body.

As the awakening time lengthened, she vaguely felt that if she could keep alive in every game session, there might be some unexpected benefits...

(End of this chapter)