I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

[It's over! That pervert is here! Run away if you listen to my advice!]

[What's wrong? The pervert is talking about the chef? Isn't he good-looking?]

[Wow! This is foie gras, it looks delicious!]

[Hehe, I just smiled and didn't say anything.]

[Ugh! I can't take it anymore. When I see this man, the scene just now is automatically replayed in my mind.]

[The owner of the villa is so beautiful~ Be my wife!]

[It should be said that everyone in this dungeon is very good-looking, except for the fat guy.]

[This chef is of Chinese descent, could he be the anchor? No one has guessed who it is yet.]

[The previous one must not have watched the chef's perspective, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a stupid guess.]

[Is it necessary to make personal attacks? Did watching the chef's perspective give you a sense of superiority? ]

[It should be said that people who have seen it must have a higher resistance than those who have not seen it (smirk)]

[I went! I was usually very excited to see other prisoners fighting, and this chef didn't kill anyone, but just watching him handle the ingredients made me break out in a cold sweat, and I didn't dare to look at him for more than a second! ]

[What's going on? What are they talking about, I'm so curious. ]

[Be good, don't think too much, they are discussing food. ]

[Didn't anyone notice that the chef's name is the same as the villa's name? Could it be that he has some secret relationship with the villa owner? (squinting)]

As soon as the chef appeared, the bullet comments above everyone's head were like a waterfall, one after another, some flattering, some analyzing the situation, and some escaping from the chef's perspective to other perspectives but ultimately not escaping...

After listening to the chef's introduction, the villa owner started eating first.

She tasted carefully, with a satisfied look on her face.

"Kanibari, it seems that your cooking skills have improved again."

Hearing the compliment from the host, Kanibari smiled slightly, put one hand on his chest, and gave Mrs. Custer an elegant gentleman's salute.

"It is an honor for Kanibari to satisfy the host."

Seeing that the host had already started eating, the people sitting at the long table also picked up their knives and forks and started eating.

There was only a small piece of foie gras on the plate, which was only a few bites for a lady. One of the chubby white old men who looked like a wealthy businessman finished it in one bite, smacking his lips and feeling that he didn't taste anything.

The man with glasses, the black Brussels, and the rich second-generation Phil all moved neither fast nor slow, and behaved properly, not like people who had not eaten for several days.

There was also the blonde woman, the female captain, and another black youth who were not as dignified as the previous few people. Although they tried to maintain their posture, hunger made them only care about feasting on the food in front of them.

The most conspicuous one was the black-haired woman who claimed to be a novelist. She just picked up a small piece of goose liver and smelled it, then put it back with a bitter face and only picked the fruit on the plate to eat.

Mrs. Custer noticed her behavior, took the handkerchief handed by the housekeeper to wipe her mouth, and asked softly: "Miss, is the meal not to your taste? I see you didn't touch the goose liver."

"Ah, I'm really sorry!"

The woman replied hurriedly, fearing that the other party would misunderstand.

"It's not that the food is bad, but I'm actually a vegetarian, and I can't eat this goose liver..."

"What's the situation, and vegetarians, California people are just hypocritical..."

Before the black-haired woman finished speaking, she heard someone muttering beside her.

Everyone looked over and found that it was the fat businessman. He was originally wearing a well-fitting suit, but now it was clinging to his body like pickled mustard greens, which made his obesity more prominent in the funny way.

He seemed to be unsatisfied. After he finished talking to the woman, he quickly turned to the chef and asked, "What else is there? How can such a small piece of foie gras fill you up?"

Kanibari kept smiling and did not answer him. Instead, he turned to look at Mrs. Custer.

Mrs. Custer was not upset by the rudeness of the rich businessman. Instead, she said happily, "I didn't expect the guests to be so satisfied with my food. Of course, I can't let them down. Canibari, continue serving the dishes. Ah, and this lady, since you can't eat meat, can bread and fruit be okay?"

"Sure, thank you for your trouble."

After receiving a signal from Mrs. Custer, Canibari nodded and smiled, pulled the trailer back to the kitchen, and prepared the next dish.

In the interval between serving dishes, the man with glasses asked: "Dear Mrs. Custer, it is an honor to be invited to your villa, but you can also see that our group of people fled here because of disaster. Please tell us how to leave this island?"

After hearing him speak first, others followed suit.

Phil also brushed his hair and combed the wet white hair behind his head with his hands: "This island is so desolate,You have foie gras wine here, there should be ships coming here regularly to deliver things, right? "

His words seemed out of tune, but they hit the nail on the head.

They didn't see any people along the way, and there was no farm near the villa, which means that these things were not raised and grown by them, so they must have been shipped in from outside.

If they want to leave, they can follow the cargo ship.

Mrs. Custer took a sip of red wine, and her rosy lips were stained with wine stains: "I understand that all guests are anxious to leave, but the cargo ship just left yesterday, and the next cargo ship will arrive in seven days. No one will come here during this period."

"What? Another seven days? I have a game in three days!"

Brussels knocked on the table hard, and the tableware on the table was shaken by him.

"Why are you panicking? It's good to have a chance to leave, why worry about the game at this time? Sorry, Mrs. Custer, don't be offended, he was just excited for a while, not against you. "

The man with glasses first stopped Brussels from talking without thinking, then turned around and bowed to Mrs. Custer with apology.

Brussels also realized that he was impulsive. How could anyone who lived in such a weird place be normal? They were now living under someone else's roof, so they couldn't offend the owner.

"It's my fault, ma'am. I said the wrong thing in a hurry."

At this time, Chef Canibari had returned to the crowd. Mrs. Custer still had an unchanged expression. After saying that she didn't mind, she asked them to try this dish first.

Canibari put a plate of pan-fried lamb in front of everyone. Every time he put a plate, he would say to the guests in the seats, "Enjoy it slowly." When he got to the black-haired woman, he leaned over, stared at the woman with a pair of dark eyes, and said in a low, violin-like voice:

"Miss, this is the salad I prepared specifically for you. There is no meat in it. I hope you will be satisfied."