The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

The head chef of the restaurant is a big and thick guy.

When Li Si first came in, he was burying his head in cutting a fat duck.

Seeing Li Si walk in, followed by the shop owner, the chef glanced twice and felt that he understood.

"I entrusted him to you, take good care of him." The middle-aged uncle gave the chef a wink.

The chef gave him a look back, which means you don't worry.

He is also an old man who has been in the kitchen for more than ten years. At this moment, one can tell at a glance that the boss has arranged relatives in the store again.

The middle-aged uncle walked away hesitantly, turning his head every step of the way.

The chef seemed to see his worry, and nodded to the middle-aged uncle with a smile.

The middle-aged uncle took a deep breath and decided to believe him.

The kitchen door slammed shut.

"What's your relationship with the boss?" The chef folded his arms and decided to touch Li Si's way first.

Li Si heard the words and replied honestly: "It doesn't matter."

Hearing this, the chef sneered, thinking that he had seen through Li Si's trick.

It doesn't matter, can the boss send you in personally?

It doesn't matter, can he specifically ask me to take care of you?

Too lazy to talk nonsense with Li Si, the chef took out a knife from the side kitchen rack and handed it to him.

"Will this thing work? Cut a few things for me to see."

Not long after, Li Si put on an apron and a white chef's hat on her head.

In front of him were four potatoes lined up neatly.

The chef stood by and watched coldly. Slicing potatoes is the best way to get started, and it's less prone to hurting your hands.

He was really afraid that Li Si would be a stunned young man who didn't know any cooking skills.

I met an idiot before, who obviously didn't know how to chop vegetables, so he had to pretend to use a knife. In the end, he cut his hand and the chef had to call an ambulance for him.

Li Si picked up the kitchen knife, looked at it carefully, and then washed it with clean water. This step alone made the chef nod secretly.

That's right, no matter what kind of food you cut in the kitchen, the first step is always to clean the kitchen utensils.

It's not just about keeping it clean.

More importantly, the kitchen knife that has cut things may be contaminated with the smell of other ingredients, which will greatly reduce the flavor of the final dish.

Holding the slippery potato with one hand, and holding the kitchen knife with the other, Li Si began to cut honestly.

The chef squinted his eyes, and he was surprised to find that this kid's knife skills could not be said to be very good, but he still looked good.

After a while, the potato cubes filled the basket. Li Si looked at the chef, quietly waiting for the next instruction.

Seeing Li Si's well-behaved appearance, the chef suddenly had the urge to cry.

After many years, the boss finally sent over a reliable one!

He held Li Si's hand without warning.

Li Si was taken aback, thinking she had encountered sexual harassment in the workplace. His eyes subconsciously aimed at the kitchen knife at the side, and he managed to hold back the desire to attack.

Little did Chef know that he had just brushed past danger.

He looked pleased: "Okay! Well done. As long as you are willing to learn, I will teach you all the dishes. Come on, let me have a look at fried eggs and rice."

Li Si felt inexplicable, and didn't know why this guy was so excited all of a sudden.

But after all, I work in other people's stores. Without saying a word, Li Si obediently beat eggs, chopped onions, and prepared the ingredients needed for egg fried rice.

The chef calls the shots.

"Well, it's a little overheated here."

"Scramble the eggs faster, don't grind them!"

When Li Si finally made the raw materials, the chef was very disappointed looking at the plate of fried rice with eggs.

"How dare you cook like this at your age? Don't you want to become a famous chef?"

Li Si hesitated to speak, and wanted to say that he came here to experience life.

But the chef couldn't listen to anything, he directly pulled Li Si to start from cutting onions, and taught him by hand.

As time passed by, Li Si's mood also changed from [excited] at the beginning, to [slightly boring], and finally to [life without love].

Picking up the spoon and tasting the crystal clear egg fried rice, the chef finally nodded with satisfaction.

"Okay, that's what it looks like, let's start the next dish."

Are you done yet?

Li Si laughed awkwardly, his brain was running fast, trying to find an excuse to slip away.

Just then, a little chef walked into the back kitchen.

"Chef! The pig has arrived!"

The chef was refreshed upon hearing this.

There will be a table of distinguished guests tomorrow, so they specially ordered a live black pig from the country.

Pork dishes are delicious only if they are slaughtered now.

Rolling up his sleeves, the chef walked towards the backyard. He stopped suddenly, thought for a while, and called Li Si to him.

"We're going to kill pigs later, so you should go and have a look too, and learn from it."

For chefs, killing pigs is also a must-have skill.

Of course Li Si has no objection. As long as he doesn't let him scramble eggs and fried rice, he can do anything.

The two walked towards the backyard one after the other. The black pig had already been tied up and was hanging upside down on a wooden pole.

Several young chefs were busy nearby, Li Si took a glance and found that they were all live broadcast equipment.

"Is killing pigs broadcast live too?"

"The live pigs are slaughtered on the spot, which means that the pork in our shop is fresh. It can be used for publicity." With a simple explanation, the chef took off his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and held a butcher's knife in his hand.

He spat into his palm: "Look out!"

The little chefs are also very cooperative.

The youngest chef stands in front of the camera:

"Family, what we killed today is an Iberian black pig. It weighs 370 catties, not an exaggeration, 370 catties. Anyone who wants to try something new must come tonight. There are discounts and a lot of promotions."

After a while, there were many netizens in the live broadcast room.

[If you don’t understand, ask, can this pig be released? 】

【Can I use it on sensitive skin? 】

[I feel that your background is fake. 】

The live broadcast room is full of happy air.

The chef wiped the butcher's knife brightly with a rag, let out a low cry, and slashed at the black pig's neck.

The chef thought that the knife was perfect, so he secretly looked at Li Si's expression, and found that he was really stunned.

hum.

He just wanted to boast a few words, but found that everyone was looking behind him in a daze.

He knew something was wrong, but before the chef turned his head, a huge force hit his back.

The fat chef groaned, fell face down to the ground, and took a mouthful of mud.

The live broadcast room also exploded instantly.

[Fuck the anchor! The second brother is out of trouble! 】

[The anchor runs, this black pig is not ordinary, be careful he sticks at you! 】

【The chef is forced (sorrowful)】

【Why there are homos everywhere (semi-annoyed)】

It turned out that the wound caused by the chef's knife was too shallow, and the rope was not tied so firmly. Under the severe pain, the black pig struggled desperately and managed to get out of trouble.

After wandering around the spot for a few times, the black pig's small red eyes aimed at the one who was the most bullied:

Li Si stood there bewildered.

Charge up a little bit, and then swish towards the opponent like a pinball.

In a hurry, Li Si could only pick up the butcher's knife, looking weak and powerless.

【Second Senior Brother Double Killed Hahahahaha】

【Handsome little brother also needs to be pushed hard】

[It's too miserable, this kind of pig should be used to running in the mountains, the boss should call more people. 】

[Is it a bit dangerous... Fuck! 】

After that, the live broadcast room quickly became a uniform [Fuck! 】.

I saw that handsome boy holding the knife, instead of running away, he rushed forward.

Everyone thought he was playing tricks with the mantis arm, but the guy slashed at the black pig's head. Another two stabs in a row pierced the black pig's chest.

The pig's blood was sprayed out like money, and it drenched his head and face.

Li Si wiped her face vigorously, not knowing that this action made herself look more scary: "Why does it taste sweet?"