It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 44: Never Air Force
A strong fishy smell entered Liu Zheng's nostrils.

In a trance, he seemed to see a huge salmon pouncing towards him.

Liu Zheng subconsciously raised his tentacles to block, but saw a harpoon in his hand.

"Fork it."

A voice reminded.

He took a deep breath and aimed at the salmon's head.

Grayish-white blood flowed out.

"ah!"

The salmon wiggled its tail in pain and made baby-like sounds.

"Warning, rationality value is decreasing."

Liu Zheng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, but only grabbed a ball of cat hair.

"Why are you arresting me, meow?"

The calico cat turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

"nothing."

He smiled and wiped his hands.

The system prompt appears again.

"The player gains the 'Never Air Force' status, which lasts for one instance."

“Never Miss a Thing: Greatly increase the success rate of fishing and enhance the resistance of fish to rational pollution.”

Wow, the fisherman is ecstatic.

Although he lost his rationality, Liu Zheng felt it was a good deal.

Although there is no opportunity to fish at the moment, it does not mean there won’t be any later.

Moreover, there are many fish dishes in the takeout.

With this status, he doesn't have to worry about losing san anymore.

After washing a few more baskets of vegetables, the white-feathered chicken called Liu Zheng.

"Come and try the food."

It scooped a spoonful of soup and handed it to Liu Zheng.

The soup is slightly yellow in color and thick in texture. Several thin black lines are swimming around in the soup, with a head and a tail.

"My sense of taste is impaired. My boss knows about this."

he said quickly.

"That's true."

Niuma nodded.

"Don't pretend, your sense of taste has improved."

The white-feathered chicken exposed his lie.

Thanks to his good physique and "rebirth of flesh and blood", Liu Zheng's sense of taste was restored this morning.

“But I don’t know how to taste food.”

He tried to struggle again.

Although there was no system prompt, one could tell just by looking at the soup that it was not something serious.

"The guest is a human being. I am not sure."

The white-feathered chicken said frankly.

"That would allow."

Liu Zheng looked around and exchanged glances with a group of evil spirits.

"Ugh."

He resigned himself to taking the spoon and stuffing it into his mouth.

"What is the taste?"

The white-feathered chicken asked.

"hot."

Liu Zheng grinned.

"Well, what else?"

Baiyuji took out a small notebook and wrote it down.

"acid."

The saliva flowed out uncontrollably, forming threads that fell to the ground.

"anything else?"

"numb."

He spoke with his tongue slurred, feeling his head buzzing.

"anything else?"

The white-feathered chicken continued to ask.

"It's a bit salty, and has an indescribable fishy smell."

"William, add two sprigs of rosemary and a handful of bay leaves. Throw two salt leeches in to absorb the salt. Three seconds is enough."

The white-feathered chicken turned around and shouted.

The duck named William made an OK gesture, took out two fat leech-like creatures from the petri dish next to him, and threw them into the soup.

"Uh"

Liu Zheng's eyes twitched as he watched.

"now what?"

The white-feathered chicken asked again.

“It’s tasteless.”

He smacked his lips, then his expression changed.

"I felt something crawling down my throat."

"This is normal, don't be nervous."

As the white-feathered chicken spoke, he took out a gas mask.

"Then why do you wear a gas mask?"

Liu Zhengxu said with his eyes fixed.

"This is also normal operation, don't be nervous. Are you ready?"

The white-feathered chicken asked loudly.

"Ready."

The responses came one after another.

He looked around and saw that all the kitchen staff were wearing gas masks.

Except for him and the cattle and horses. "Okay, you can let them go."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"Put what?"

As soon as Liu Zheng asked, his stomach began to rumble violently.

He glared angrily, and his gluteus maximus contracted and relaxed, and a stream of foul air immediately spurted out.

"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug!"

The sound of heavy machine gun bursts of fire continued, and Liu Zheng's pants were blown up.

The suffocating stench quickly spread in the air, and he couldn't open his eyes because of the stinging.

"Turn on the fresh air! Full power!"

The white-feathered chicken ordered.

A kitchen staff immediately turned on the fresh air, and a loud motor noise was heard.

After a full half minute, Liu Zheng finally stopped exhaling.

The moment he saw his trouser legs disappear, he actually felt like bursting into tears.

Fortunately, these guys are not human, otherwise he would have no chance of living as a human being.

"You were careless. You forgot that you are not completely human."

The white-feathered chicken took off his gas mask and looked serious.

"No, won't the other guests have any objections if he eats this?"

Liu Zheng questioned.

"That's a VIP guest with his own box."

The white-feathered chicken explained.

"It must be uncomfortable for him to smell it."

"Who knows? I only cook. Customer experience is the service department's responsibility."

The white-feathered chicken shrugged and walked away.

He curled his lips and was about to continue washing the vegetables, but he saw cows and horses rushing towards him with ferocious faces.

"not good!"

Liu Zheng was shocked.

The cows and horses didn’t have gas masks just now.

He immediately dropped the basket and hid on the other side of the operating table.

"Come here, I promise not to beat you to death."

Niuma leaned on the table and said while panting.

There were still traces of tears in the corners of its eyes, obviously it had been badly smoked.

"Take me as a fool."

Liu Zheng scoffed at its promises.

"Besides, I didn't mean to fart. Go find Napoleon if you want to find someone who is responsible for every wrong he has done."

"The fart comes out of your asshole, who else should I look for if not you?"

Niuma said with his eyes wide open.

"You were the one who brought me into the kitchen. How could I have farted if you hadn't brought me in?"

He retorted.

"You kid, I think you deserve a beating."

The cows and horses were furious and took two steps back, ready to jump over.

"Okay, why are you arguing about such a small matter?"

The white-feathered chicken came over to smooth things over.

"How dare you say that? Why don't you give me a gas mask?"

The cattle and horses shifted their target.

"Why should I give it to you? I haven't settled the score for that bottle of Vlad III yet."

The white-feathered chicken became angry, and its comb turned blood red.

"Why don't we try some more?"

Its claws dug into the ground, leaving plow marks on the stainless steel floor.

"Hey, it's all in the past, why do you keep bringing it up?"

Niuma said with a wry smile.

"Humph. You don't want to fight, right? If you don't want to fight, then go out and get the goods."

"Smuggled goods?"

The cow and horse frowned.

"That's right. I admit the loss of the last batch of goods that failed to pass the inspection. But with so many people lost, I can't just say nothing."

"It just so happens that you are not from the kitchen, so help me vent this anger."

The white-feathered chicken nodded heavily.

"That gang is not easy to deal with. What good can I do for them?"

Niuma asked.

"The matter of Vlad III is even. As for your men, I can give him a glass of golden mead."

The white-feathered chicken glanced at Liu Zheng and said.

“So generous?”

The cattle and horses also looked at Liu Zheng.

"Are you going or not? Let me make it clear first. If a fight really breaks out, I may not be able to take care of you."

It said.

"What is golden mead?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You've gone crazy once, haven't you?"

The white-feathered chicken asked back.

"Yes."

He said frankly.

Nowadays, it is not shameful to be sick, but if you are not sick, you are not a human being.

"If you go crazy again, you'll hear the gospel again."

The white-feathered chicken said quietly.

(End of this chapter)