Star Chef God

Chapter 2

... it's so scary, "Xie Yunqi sat up from the bed, still trembling with fear. He touched the heart of the good employee who was still working diligently and not relaxing for a moment - the left chest, wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and sniffled:" So it's a ghost pressing on the bed! Part of the brain's central nervous system has awakened, while the other part that controls the muscles has not fully awakened, so when facing the raging flames, he cannot move his body. This is a situation that can be explained by science. But it's also too scary. Knowing it's a dream but unable to wake up, the feeling of losing control of the body in an instant is really terrifying, and the suffocation caused by the flames hitting his nose at that moment. Is the feeling a bit too realistic? Ah, it's all because of Xiao Ai. I told her to tell less ghost stories and keep telling them, which made me lose all my dignity as a restaurant owner

(Xiao Ai, far away in the Blue Star: Little boss, I won't take the blame for this.)

Well, to put it bluntly, there's nothing scary about horror stories. The reason why people feel scared about horror stories is precisely because in the process of constructing these stories, the author focuses on creating a sense of reality and mystery, allowing people to unconsciously immerse themselves in the scene. For example, 'a girl in white is staring at Xiao Ming', which sounds very fake and lacks any sense of immersion, but if some modifying words are added, it can be changed to... 'This guy, who is even braver than a rabbit, dared not continue speaking here, and was only scared half to death by the scene he constructed in his mind.

(Disorderly Xiao Ai: Hehe, our boss has a mind that surpasses the sky~)

After giving himself a scientific explanation, Xie Yunqi breathed a sigh of relief when he was startled by the dim light above his eyelids. He fell heavily backwards, trembling and trying to hide under the blanket, but was almost bitten off by the hard jade pillow behind his head||

It hurts so much!!! "Xie Yunqi, who was constantly gasping from being knocked, touched the large bag that quickly bulged on the back of his head, wanting to cry but unable to." It's really a bad year for me. I had a nightmare just now that I was burned to death, and now I'm almost on the verge of a concussion from being knocked on by a pillow. It seems that I should go to the temple tomorrow to offer incense and go to bad luck

Xie Yunqi sniffled and tears were about to come out.

After all this turmoil, even if he usually sleeps like a dead pig when he touches the pillow, and only wakes up when the sky falls, he can no longer continue to sleep peacefully.

Sigh, "Xie Yunqi sighed as she lay cautiously on the bed, avoiding a second impact injury to her poor back of the head. Feeling a bit cold, she reached out and hooked up the blanket that had just been lifted to the ground when she suddenly got up, covering herself. After completing this difficult action, she muttered to herself:

... I remember wearing an eye mask, maybe I was sleeping soundly, I'm mistaken... Sigh, if Uncle and his team knew I hit my head tonight, they would definitely applaud. Oh, no, this word means bad people have received retribution. I'm not a bad person, and I donate a portion of my income to a stray animal rescue station every year. Well, they will definitely celebrate and regret that I didn't hit it more seriously, or that I was directly hit as an idiot

Speaking of which, he sneered and said, "As people, why is the difference so big? Uncle's methods are much more clever than theirs, and they emphasize attacking the heart. When he heard about me being hit on the head, even if Uncle was so excited that he wanted to extend two wings and fly into the sky, he would definitely show extreme heartache on the surface, earnestly teaching and tirelessly destroying people

Xie Yunqi took a deep breath and vividly imitated the words that the hypocritical and hypocritical guy usually said: "Is Yunqi okay? We can't be so reckless next time. You have inherited your grandfather's restaurant now, and your physical condition is no longer your own business. This is a major matter related to the work of the employees in your restaurant. Alas, you are not young anymore. You should learn to be responsible for yourself. Don't always make us, who are blood thick with you, worry. I can't write two Li characters in one stroke. Uncle, although I don't have the surname Li, we are also family. I know that you are affected by your childhood experiences. I am very wary of the people around me, but they are outsiders. But we are family, Xiao Qi

The boy gave a sly smile and said, "Haha~Uncle always thinks he's the smartest person in the world, but he doesn't know that there's a saying in this world that goes' cleverness is mistaken for cleverness'. He thinks he has no last resort and that as long as he slowly wins my heart, he can get what he wants. But he didn't know that Grandpa had already warned me to be on guard against him! I memorized that recipe thoroughly in my mind, dripped my blood according to Grandpa's instructions, and then burned it. The ashes that were burned were thrown into the wind, and from then on, there were no traces of anything that once existed in heaven or earth

His tone became increasingly smug. At this moment, the boy looked like a little mouse that had just stolen oil, but this kind of smugness only made people feel that the boy was cute and couldn't help but curl their lips, without any sense of annoyance. The reason was nothing but two words - Yan Haoyu (~Д~) ┍

Cough, "the young man cleared his throat and pursed his lips as he sat up from the bed." No, I can't sleep yet. I haven't checked if the doors and windows are locked yet today. I always forget to close them at night after opening the windows for ventilation in the morning. Fortunately, they haven't planned to tear my face off yet, otherwise I might not have slept safely in bed, but rather been tied up by them and forced to inquire about the whereabouts of the recipe. Actually, it's just a very ordinary recipe book. If it's special, the only thing that makes it special is that it's really bad... But why do they all want to steal that tattered recipe book? Never mind, let's see if the window is closed properly first

He tried hard to widen his glasses, wanting to see if the window in his bedroom had been hooked with a small hook, and if the windowsill was filled with fairy balls bought at the flower market. However, it was pitch black at night and he couldn't see anything, except for a slight light on his head for some unknown reason.

The night was spent tossing and turning, either burned or smashed by a pillow (innocent lying on a g*n pillow: smashed?! I'm sorry! It's you who smashed me, okay?), so tired that he couldn't think much more. The boy rubbed his eyes and yawned, "Forget it, they came here a few days ago and even broke my window. They probably won't come back today, right? It's really urgent. Rabbits can bite people, especially since I'm such a living person. Let's go to sleep first. The sky and earth are big, and sleeping is the biggest. Ah, sleeping, the most beautiful moment of the day has finally arrived

As he spoke, he lay back heavily before suddenly sitting up and gasping for breath, "Pain, pain, pain, it hurts me so much! Who is so despicable? Even if you can't rummage through things in the room, you still owe me a pillow?! I don't want such a hard and broken pillow for me! It's really nice of them to bully me, damn it! Don't be met by me, don't let me beat them to death when I meet them

The boy's face was full of tears as he touched his clever (?) head, which had suffered a lot of t*****e tonight. He hid in the bed and extended a finger, shaking it in front of him, afraid that he would really smash his head and look like two or even more. However, it seemed that nothing could be seen in this pitch black bed where he couldn't see his fingers. He disappointedly put down his arm that had been raised for a long time and began to speak out the clear names of the dishes.

Grandpa always comforted Xie Yunqi when he was a child, saying that this was the basic skill of a chef. To make good dishes, one must first learn to name them. Xie Yunqi, who was not smooth tongued, gritted his teeth and persisted in order to make good dishes. In the end, he bit through his tongue for the 99th time. But after Xie Yunqi grew up, he realized that it wasn't really like that. He was played by his grandfather!

Naming dishes is indeed a basic skill, but it is not closely related to the profession of being a chef. This is the basic skill of cross-talk and storytelling. (○д) Xie Yunqi suspected that his grandfather did not want him to be a chef, but wanted him to do cross-talk when he grew up! This matter has also become one of the countless mysteries in the relationship between the two of them due to the unfortunate death of their grandfather.

"There are steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, braised chicken, braised goose, braised pig Red-Stewed Duck, pickled chicken bacon, loose belly..." The young people's crisp voice stagnated, replaced by a shallow grunt.

The night is extremely quiet. The dark clouds dispersed, and a crescent moon peeked out from the cloud curtain. Its water like radiance scattered across the earth, casting a silver white glow on all things in the world. The scattered stars shimmer like tiny diamonds, adorning the night sky. The vast expanse of the stars inadvertently reveals the vastness and vastness of heaven and earth.

Every earth shattering sound, accompanied by fine dust particles flying in the air, was accompanied by the shaking sound of "bang bang bang bang". The door of the room was knocked on, and the gentle whispers of a woman could be heard outside. The two sounds, one strong and one soft, intertwined and blended together, contradictory and piercing, like the soothing sound of a piano mixed with the "bang bang bang bang bang" of a large drum. It was truly a terrible torment on the nerves of the ears.

Has there been an earthquake? "Xie Yunqi fell asleep groggily, turned over, skillfully hooked up the blanket that had been kicked to the ground with her toes, and covered herself with it. Her brain automatically operated to receive the sound coming from outside the door.