Hell Chef: My ingredients are weird

Accompanied by a scream, a black shadow rushed out of the jade bottle.

Liu Feng looked at the young man who was staring at the bottle with great interest, with a serious expression.

Although I chose a wraith with the weakest attack power and the lowest level of imp, it was still very dangerous for ordinary people.

Even Li Xinxin who was lying on the ground managed to open his eyes and looked at Song Yu.

But Song Yu's behavior was beyond their expectations.

After Song Yu saw the black shadow, like pretending to be a rabbit, he swung his hands upwards, and the cloth bag successfully covered the black shadow, and then he closed his hands together and grabbed the mouth of the cloth bag.

Liu Feng stared at the cloth bag in Song Yu's hand in astonishment.

The surface of the cloth bag was uneven and undulating, but Song Yu easily held the mouth of the bag without any difficulty, and then wrapped the string tied to the side of the bag three times to bind the mouth of the bag.

There was obviously some flour left on it, and it was just a cloth bag no matter what, but why couldn't this resentful soul escape after being put in it?

Looking at this relaxed appearance, could it be a high-level magic weapon?

But is it something that a decent person can do by holding a high-level instrument to store flour?

Or is this kid pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Liu Feng was a little uncertain.

Anyway, on the surface, he didn't look like a master at all, and he didn't show any strange aura.

Not a ghost master, not even a demon master, nor the unique aura of a Confucian, Buddhist and Taoist cultivator.

Otherwise, the low-level ghosts fused in his body would not have any reaction.

"Captain Liu, wait, I'll get you fried sticks."

Song Yu said, and then entered the back kitchen.

Liu Feng wanted to follow in to have a look, but he held back.

He looked down at Li Xinxin who was lying on the ground and his breath was getting weaker and weaker.

The two sides looked at each other, and both saw the doubt and surprise in each other's eyes.

Meanwhile, Song Yu was in the kitchen, putting the cloth bag on the chopping board.

I bet right.

Even if you can't catch it, Liu Feng is still there, so it shouldn't hurt anyone.

But I also confirmed one thing, these kitchen utensils in the kitchen are indeed not ordinary.

Song Yu looked at the wooden cabinet by the wall that was as big as a refrigerator, and stepped forward to open it.

There are five floors in total, and on the middle floor there is a plate with three deep-fried dough sticks inside, still steaming, the same as the one I put in yesterday.

Song Yu returned to the counter, with a fried dough stick and two glasses of water on the plate in his hand.

Both Liu Feng's gazes looked at the deep-fried dough stick at the same time.

I saw it swelled and plump, golden and crispy on the outside, hot and wafting, exuding a rich aroma.

But... isn't this the same as regular fried dough sticks?

"Try it, there are only three fried dough sticks, but the water pipe is enough." Song Yu said.

Liu Feng hesitated for a moment, picked up the steaming fried dough sticks, and took a bite.

"Um?"

Two seconds later, he let out a voice of astonishment and stared at Song Yu.

"How is it?" Song Yu asked lightly, with an unfathomable expression on his face.

Liu Feng took a few more big mouthfuls, and he swallowed a deep-fried dough stick in the blink of an eye.

Then he closed his eyes and stood still.

After a while, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"team leader……"

Li Xinxin exclaimed in surprise.

Liu Feng licked his lips, as if he still couldn't get enough, "Can this fritters increase Yin power?"

He was shocked and stared at Song Yu.

Song Yu was also taken aback for a moment, secretly thinking that he didn't know the effect.

But the unfathomable expression seemed to be welded to his face, without any fluctuation.

He said slowly: "Now do you think this fritter is worth exchanging for a resentful soul?"

After Liu Feng was shocked, he made a judgment.

"There are quite a few things that can increase Yin energy. According to the amount added by this fritter, it's worth it."

Li Xinxin was very surprised when he heard this, because the captain couldn't possibly lie.

Liu Feng then said again: "Two fried dough sticks."

Song Yu said: "Don't worry, do you need a membership? Membership is half price."

"Okay, how much does it cost to set up a membership for me?"

Liu Feng immediately replied that money is not a problem for him, the problem is that things that can increase Yin energy are really hard to find.

Song Yu said, "Junior members have a monthly membership fee of 500 yuan, intermediate members 2,000 yuan, and senior members 10,000 yuan."

"What's the difference between them?"

Song Yu replied: "You can get the qualification to buy food of the corresponding level."

Liu Feng was surprised: "Then what kind of food is this deep-fried dough stick that members can buy?"

"Junior and above members are available."

"Give me a junior member first, can I upgrade later?"

Liu Feng didn't hesitate. It was only 500 yuan, regardless of other things, just getting the right to buy three fried dough sticks was enough.

"Of course." Song Yu said.

Song Yu turned on the computer.

Song Yu used to use the computer that came with the snack bar to check information about the world, watch dramas and play games.

But after the ghost broke in and killed it in the back kitchen the day before yesterday, the whole store was different, including this computer.

He quickly clicked on the software called "Membership System" with a vicious ghost as an icon, and registered Liu Feng as a member.

A few seconds later, a card was crafted from the black box under the counter.

Song Yu seemed to have known it a long time ago, so he was not surprised. He took out his membership card and said, "Hold it. Although membership registration is very simple, it is bound to you. If you lose it, you will need to pay an additional monthly fee for the replacement."

"Understood, how to use the membership card?" Liu Feng asked, then looked at the membership card in his hand.

The design of the membership card is very simple, the overall appearance is black, engraved with the head of a ferocious ghost, the white border, the card number 00001, and the font is white.

Song Yu arrived at the door and took out a small standing blackboard from the wall.

Liu Feng saw a few lines written on it.

The small blackboard is rectangular and has three columns of characters.

【Food provided today】

[Fried sticks: 5 points]

【Long-term acquisition】

[Resentful souls=spiritual monsters=10 points]

[Evil ghost=little demon=200 points]

[Ghost=big demon=5000 points]

[Red Clothed Specter=Spirit Demon=10 Bronze Coins]

...

[Our store member usage rules]

①In the store, regardless of race, private fighting is prohibited, and the consequences are at your own risk;

②Membership points can be used for dining and upgrading the membership level, and low-level members cannot purchase high-level food;

③1 bronze coin = 100,000 points, points cannot be exchanged for bronze coins;

④ 1 gold coin = 100 silver coins = 10000 bronze coins, the three cannot be reversed;

⑤ The final interpretation of all terms of this code belongs to our store.

After Liu Feng read the content on the small blackboard, he stared at the small blackboard in silence for a long time.

"So you charged me 10 points for a five-point fried dough stick?"

Song Yu spread his hands: "Five points are the membership price. You are the first customer. You are not allowed to try the food first, but you are directly asked to sign up for membership. Wouldn't that be considered crazy by you?"

Liu Feng didn't hesitate, and said, "I'll give you another resentful soul and two fried dough sticks."

"Okay, wait a moment."

There is business, Song Yu's service attitude is excellent, he brought a wide-mouth bottle from the kitchen, and put the resentful soul in it.

This time, I could see the resentful souls bumping around inside through the glass bottle. The image was not very friendly, but fortunately, it was shrunk. Song Yu looked it up and found that it was just a little ugly, not as hideous and terrifying as the one he met.

Liu Feng and the two were in shock and doubt.

If the noodle bag is a high-level magic weapon, so is this glass bottle?

It was a noodle bag before, so is this bottle for seasoning?

But the resentful soul couldn't even make a sound, and couldn't escape from the bottle. It seemed that the cap that was lightly placed on the mouth of the bottle had great magic power and completely sealed the bottle.

"There are two deep-fried dough sticks in total. Ten points will be deducted. You can see for yourself."

Song Yu asked Liu Feng to put the membership card on the card reader that appeared on the counter at an unknown time, pointed to the small screen facing the customer in front of the counter and said.

Liu Feng nodded, and saw that his account balance changed from 0 to 10, and then from 10 to 0.

He was very puzzled that such a small snack bar even had a small screen for the outside world.

And why did Song Yu go to such trouble, first giving 10 points and then deducting them, so he just gave the fritters to himself.

But Song Yu himself felt helpless in his heart.

Because if you do this by yourself, you won't be able to earn points.

Half of the points will be deducted by this membership system.

And the points he got... Song Yu still doesn't know what to use.

Anyway, saving is definitely right.

"Li Xinxin, eat these two fried dough sticks quickly, you can still be saved."

Liu Feng handed two fried dough sticks to Li Xinxin's mouth.

Li Xinxin froze for a moment, but did not refuse.

Song Yu stared at them.

He was also curious about what kind of injury this woman had suffered, and could fried dough sticks heal the injury?