I feed on gods

"Based on the current situation, if you identify all the ingredients in this porridge, you can leave alive!"

Lin Baici looked at the others.

The more than ninety tourists in Xiangji Kitchen were not physically harmed. Even if they felt uncomfortable, they were still scared and supported.

"Nonsense, even a fool can see it!"

The uncle retorted: "The point is, this porridge is so messy. Who knows what ingredients were used except the chef?"

"Anyone who can taste it must be the God of Cookery!"

Sitting opposite Jin Yingzhen was a little girl of three or four years old. She added in a sweet voice. She was wearing a small skirt and was very cute.

The uncle rolled his eyes and had bad thoughts again. He lowered his voice, as if he was revealing a big secret that he didn't want others to know: "Actually, it can be kept secret!"

When the little girl heard this, she looked at Jin Yingzhen and started to shake her head.

"Yes, aren't there just those kinds of ingredients for rice-treasure porridge?"

Brother Gu's eyes lit up.

"hehe!"

Lin Baici looked at the uncle, full of mockery.

"What...what? Did I say something wrong?"

The uncle feels guilty.

"Bai Ci, what's wrong?"

Sima Mu was more straightforward and didn't understand why Lin Baici had such an attitude.

"If so, how many times will it take to get it right?"

Lin Baici looked at the kitchen: "I don't think the cook will tolerate a diner being kept in the dark until he's right!"

"Too!"

Brother Gu originally thought he had found a way out, but it didn't work and he was very disappointed.

"I've been mistaken. I won't be killed, right? At most, I'll just be trapped here?"

Hua Yueyu looked up, but fortunately, he didn't see the body.

"I'll have to ask this old man now!"

Lin Baici sneered.

"Ask...ask me for what?"

The uncle’s eyes were wandering.

"You asked us to hide the ingredients, didn't you just want to take advantage of us and eliminate some wrong options!"

Hua Yueyu was very smart and thought of this possibility.

"What?"

Sima Mu was shocked and angry, and stared at the old man opposite.

"What are you talking nonsense about?"

The old man was told something that was on his mind and became angry, but he still argued hard: "I was just worried that there was a limit on the number of people who could survive, so I told you secretly to avoid being heard by others. I didn't expect that you guys don't know good people and still wronged me! "

"Are you a liar?"

Hua Yueyu spit out the fragrance: "There are so many people here, I don't believe no one has tried to fool the formula!"

"Well……"

The uncle's face froze.

Isn't this couple's minds turning too fast?

There is no way to cheat!

In fact, someone was deceived and had his head chopped off by the cook after failing three times.

"I originally set my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch!"

The uncle is a shameless person and doesn’t feel embarrassed at all.

"Looks like I have to sneak into the kitchen and look for the rice vat!"

The old aunt gave me advice.

"Who's going?"

Sima Mu glanced at everyone.

Obviously, the ingredients used in fragrant porridge must be in the kitchen, but the question is, who will take the risk?

Everyone was silent.

The cook looked like a murderer, making people fearful from the bottom of their hearts.

"I'll go!"

Jin Yingzhen took a deep breath.

You can't always rely on Oppa Lin, you have to show your worth and become a woman who can be his teammate.

"Xiao Gu, the golden beauty is very courageous. Why don't you accompany her?"

Sima Mu stimulated the general.

"Why don't you go?"

Brother Gu wipes the Canon camera, he doesn't want to take risks!

"I have one hand, what should I do?"

Sima Mu shook his bandaged left hand: "I'm afraid I'll mess it up and let everyone lose their only chance to peek into the kitchen!"

"I can help you hold off the cook!"

The uncle suddenly interrupted: "But after you get the information, you have to share it with me!"

"Don't believe him, this bad old man is very bad!"

Hua Yueyu found out that this old man was always peeking at her, which made her very unhappy.

"Stop talking, just listen in vain!"

The old aunt said to herself, Lin Baici has the final say here!

The cook came out.

The entire dining hall fell silent instantly, and no one dared to speak. They lowered their heads for fear of being noticed by the cook.

The cook looked around, walked up to a young man wearing a plaid shirt, and asked with a smile: "Dear guest, do you know the ingredients used in this bowl of porridge?"

"This is a rare opportunity, hurry up and go to the kitchen!"

The uncle urged: "I will definitely help you hold off the cook!"

He was in a hurry because he had already drank two bowls of porridge and the cook might come to his door at any time.

"I go!"

Jin Yingzhen crouched and was about to leave the stool when she was held down by Lin Baici.

"Sister, don't move!"

The little girl who had been leaning in her mother's arms suddenly shouted anxiously: "Just now, a big brother left the stool and was immediately approached by that scary monster cook!"

"Later, he didn't answer the cook's question and his head was chopped off!"

The little girl saw with her own eyes that the elder brother wanted to beat the cook to death, but in the end, he just chopped off his head with a knife, like chopping a tomato.

The blood spurted out so high, like a fountain.

When Jin Yingzhen heard this, her face turned pale and she quickly lowered her head. Then she glanced at Lin Baici gratefully.

"Oppa, thank you!"

If Lin Bai hadn't resigned quickly, he would have left the stool by now.

When the uncle saw Jin Yingzhen retreating, he was so angry that he vomited blood. He glared at the little girl fiercely and cursed in his heart.

"Damn girl, I want you to talk too much!"

"Thank you, little sister!"

Jin Yingzhen thanked him.

"You're welcome!"

The little girl smiled sweetly.

"Actually, if she didn't say anything, I wouldn't let you go!"

Lin Baici looked at the people at the same table: "With so many people, I don't believe that no one thought about going to the kitchen, so why didn't everyone go?"

"Why?"

The old aunt blurted out.

"Because of danger!"

What made Lin Baici unhappy was that the people at the same table knew this, but didn't say it, just hoping that someone else would try it.

It's none of their business if the person who goes there dies. If it happens, everyone will have a better chance of getting out of this restaurant alive.

"Gan, why didn't I think of that?"

Brother Gu slapped his head hard. He was still blaming himself and annoyed for his timidity. He didn't expect that Lin Baici knew from the beginning that this plan was not feasible.

"What should we do?"

The old aunt was uneasy: "You can't really rely on me, right?"

“You can also pray that among the next wave of tourists attracted by the fragrance, there will be five-star chefs!”

Sima Mu had no choice.

"Not even a chef, you have to be a god of cooking!"

The little girl's eyes were bright. If she was a god of food, she would definitely be able to taste all the ingredients used in this bowl of porridge after one sip, and even the spring water from which place was used!

That's how it's played on TV.

While Hua Yueyu was thinking of a solution, she looked at Lin Baici and found that he was sizing up the cook with a calm expression.

This posture is like a diner enjoying afternoon tea leisurely, not a poor guy who will die under the pollution of the rules in the next moment.

Hua Yueyu turned to observe. Everyone in the room was nervous, fearful, and frightened. They lowered their heads, afraid of meeting the cook's eyes.

Only Lin Baici,

Very calm.

What a big heart is this!

Are you too calm to be surprised?

It's a pity that the mobile phone can't be used, otherwise she really wanted to take a picture of Lin Baici at this moment.

The cook listened to the young man in the plaid shirt talking about the ingredients and shook her head in disappointment.

"wrong!"

"Let me think again!"

The young man in the plaid shirt racked his brains, but had already used up three opportunities.

The cook drew her knife.

Uh-huh!

The sharp kitchen knife slashed across the neck of the young man in plaid shirt with a trace of silver.

Boom!

His head fell off, and red blood rose to the sky.

There was a sudden commotion in Xiangji Kitchen.

After the cook finished killing the man, she rubbed the kitchen knife on the clothes of the corpse, wiped off the blood, then inserted it into the back of the waist, then picked up the young man's head with one hand, picked up his body with the other, and walked towards the kitchen.

In less than ten seconds, the cook came out with another bucket and a rag to wipe the blood off the floor.

After doing all this, the cook raised her hand, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then walked to the kitchen.

When she passed a young woman, she was so nervous that she accidentally knocked over the bowl.

Some porridge spilled.

The cook's face immediately turned sullen.

"What a waste!"

"I'm not intentional……"

Before the young woman could finish speaking, her head was chopped off with a kitchen knife.

Boom!

The head fell on the table and rolled a bit.

hiss!

The whole place gasped, and everyone lowered their heads lower, almost stuffing them into their crotches.

Fear!

The old aunt trembled and subconsciously grabbed Lin Baici's arm.

Jin Yingzhen turned around and saw that Lin Baici did not panic.

This reassured her a lot.

The cook squatted down and started to wipe the floor: "You have been drinking porridge for a long time. When I finish my work, I will start asking questions. Anyone who can't answer can be used as firewood for me to make porridge!"

Everyone's hearts suddenly tightened.

The old man sitting diagonally across from Lin Baici became angrier as he thought about it. Didn't he just come to burn incense and wish for a long life and a fortune?

How come this kind of bad thing happened?

If I had known this earlier, wouldn't it be nice to pinch my feet?

The cook stood up, looked around, and walked towards Lin Baici.

Several tourists on the table became numb instantly and began to pray to gods and Buddhas, praying that they would not be found by the cook.

"Okay...it seems to be coming for us!"

The old aunt was so frightened that she cried.

The uncle lowered his head, pretending to drink porridge, and peeked at the cook, but his eyes still met, which made him tremble.

"It's over!"

At this moment, the uncle was full of courage and suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked the leg of the stool where the little girl was sitting next to him.

oops!

The little girl fell down and squatted.

"What are you doing?"

Hua Yueyu had a strong sense of justice and scolded him when he saw this.

The uncle pretended not to have heard.

The cook stopped in front of the little girl.

"Little distinguished guest, let me ask you, do you know what kind of beans are in the porridge?"

The cook knelt down and stroked the little girl's head.

"me……"

The little girl panicked and looked at her mother.

"Please, save her!"

The little girl's mother was desperate and kept praying to everyone.

There was nothing anyone could do.

Lin Baici held the pine torch tightly in his right hand.

He stared at the cook, picked up the porridge with his left hand, and took a sip.

Sweet, soft and glutinous rice, full of aroma.

It is indeed good porridge.

Jin Yingzhen and Hua Yueyu noticed Lin Baici's movements at the same time, feeling both fear and admiration.

"Oppa, let's chop it down together!"

Jin Yingzhen's moral standards did not allow her to watch a little girl die in front of her and remain indifferent.

"Fight!"

Hua Yueyu grabbed the edge of the table with both hands and prepared to lift the table.

"Brother Lin, be steady!"

Sima Mu persuaded.

When Little Sister Li heard this, she looked down upon this guy.

In the dining hall, the atmosphere was depressing.

Just when everyone thought that the little girl was going to die, they suddenly saw the big boy at the little girl's table picking up the bowl and taking a sip of porridge.

“Good porridge!”

The big boy cheered, put the big bowl on the table with a loud bang, and then shouted to the murderous cook...

"one more bowl!"