Chapter 11: Retribution?

Edward looked at the list in front of him, and there was a feeling of IQ being rubbed against the ground.
"The feeling of heartache" is a list?
What about the famous signature dishes?
Can this be eaten?
You eat it for me!
FXXK!
Huh, Huh.
Edward Qiang endured the squirting words in his chest again, staring at the waiter with a smile and putting the glass of water in front of the female pastry chef.
"Madam, your lover's tears."
The female pastry chef stared blankly at the smiling messenger and took a sip innocently.
Then, exclaimed—
"so spicy!"
"There is mustard in it!"
Between words, the female pastry chef couldn't help but shed tears.
The waiter smiled unchanged.
A few steps back and stood at the door.
"I wish the three of you a happy meal."
After finishing talking, he pulled out and closed the door of the private room tightly.
Edward couldn't help but growl.
"Black Shop!"
"Negative Ratings!"
"I want to complain!"
The voice echoed in the room.
But good sound insulation did not let any screams pass out.
You can't hear the sound of the water flowing outside here. Similarly, you can't hear the roar here.
After three minutes of scolding, Edward stopped and began to pant heavily.
The female pastry chef looked at the expressionless Jason, then at the gasping Edward. She thought she should be alive.
"Well ... good layout, the boss here is very experienced."
The pastry chef said softly.
Crunch.
The spoon in Jason's hand was bent.
Edward's eyes rose red, and he walked out.
He wants to discuss.
The door was pulled open, but the waiter stood at the door.
"I'll serve you a meal."
After finishing speaking, he turned sideways to let out the three waiters with trays behind him.
This time no longer covered with a silver cover, Edward could clearly see three steaks, soup and bread.
Edward frowned and gave way.
There is a gap between the price of three steaks and 66 pieces, but is it better than a glass of water?
So this is the dinner?
Was it just a joke?
Edward thought, and began to comfort himself.
It was put back on the table again, and Edward looked at Jason with an awkward and impolite smile.
"Surprise, right?"
Jason didn't answer, just frowned at the food in front of him.
The smell of decay, mixed with fragrance, became stronger and stronger.
Just came from the food in front of me.
The female pastry chef suddenly remembered something.
"Do you have to charge a 20% service charge for the private dining room of Emmet?"
The female pastry chef asked the waiter.
"Yes."
The waiter smiled and nodded.
The smile is sweet and the etiquette is perfect.
The smile that Edward struggled to maintain disappeared again.
66 + 66x0, 2 = 79.2!
For the charge of 4-5 pieces of ordinary steak, it can be said that it is extremely expensive.
Edward, who just felt a little comforted at the moment, felt that the owner of the Emmet restaurant was an outright profiteer. Such a person should be judged.
Sorrow and anger turned into appetite.
When Edward had just picked up the fork and was about to reach the steak, Jason suddenly spoke.
"and many more."
Edward looked puzzled at Jason who picked up the plate and sniffed carefully.
"what happened?"
Edward asked.
"I smell the sesame and XX shells in it, and there are some things I can't confirm."
"If you don't want to have any physical abnormalities, I suggest you don't eat them."
Jason finally remembered these familiar flavors.
Under the old man's hand, a few guys are very keen on these things.
Jason is grateful.
Every time, it will avoid in advance.
But the residual taste still made him unacceptable.
"what?"
Edward stood up.
After confirming that Jason was not kidding, the face suddenly became serious.
The police officer's card was shown directly to the waiter.
"I want to see your chef and boss."
Looking at Edward's police card, the waiter's smile could no longer be maintained.
"The chef is in the chef's lounge."
"The boss left in the morning and did not return for the time being."
"I'll call you the chef."
After talking, the waiter walked out.
Edward immediately followed up alertly, and gestured to Jason to call the police.
As for why not hint to the female pastry chef?
It is estimated that instinct feels that Jason is more reliable.
Edward followed the waiter to the chef's lounge, and Jason looked at the female pastry chef.
"Go to the police."
There is a phone in the Emmet restaurant.
The female pastry chef ran over and dialed the phone directly
"Hello, hello, this is ..."
"you again?"
The operator miss instantly recognized the voice of the female pastry chef.
"What happened again at 15 Peajiao Road?"
The lady operator asked.
"No, it's not the pea corner."
"It's Emerald Restaurant at Baked Sausage Street."
"Mr. Edward asked me to call the police."
Said the female pastry chef.
"Secretary Edward?"
"it is good."
"I know."
The female operator's voice became serious immediately.
Hanging up the phone, the female pastry chef stood there slightly disappointed.
She thinks that there is really food that can bring happiness.
original……
I just used that illegal drug.
The female pastry chef suddenly felt angry again at the thought of food contaminated by illegal drugs.
"A guy who wastes food must be retaliated ..."
"Ahhhhhh!"
The thoughts in my heart haven't completely emerged yet, and a scream suddenly sounded.
This scream did not block the room, and did not have any convergence, which directly overwhelmed the melodious music in the restaurant.
The diners put down the cutlery one after another and looked subconsciously towards the place where the scream came.
The same goes for the female pastry chef.
scarlet!
In the main kitchen room on the side of the hall, blood was everywhere.
A man in a chef's suit fell in a pool of blood.
The female pastry chef saw it.
Others naturally saw it.
Moreover, there is no such thing as a female pastry chef ’s morning ‘experience’, these people ca n’t even cover their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.
therefore--
"Ahhhh!"
"Ahhhh!"
The screams were one after another.
Some guests stood up to leave.
"Don't move!"
"I am a policeman!"
"Everyone went back to their original position ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Edward screamed with his gun and police card held high.
The lobby was quiet, and the panicked guests sat down again.
Jason appeared in the main kitchen room the first time he screamed. The body crawled face down on the ground. The clothes were neat and there was a mouth on the back of the head, which was fatal.
The room was a bit messy, but there was no clear weapon.
The corpse was still warm to touch, and there were no plaques or zombies.
The window of the room was tightly closed, and the door was tightly closed when entering.
Jason instinctively searched for information.
And at this time, a voice of doubt suddenly came-
"What happened?"