The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 340 - 319: You Don’t Want Liu Zheng to Sleep with Someone Else First, Right?

Chapter 340: Chapter 319: You Don’t Want Liu Zheng to Sleep with Someone Else First, Right?

"Chef, I’m back, meow~"

San Huamao greeted as it expertly found its way to its cat bed and flopped down.

"You’re back so soon, is the procurement task complete?"

Napoleon rarely showed a smile.

"Pretty much all done, and I even scored some local specialties."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"You, a human, actually didn’t die out there, seems like the outside borders are still too safe."

Napoleon’s smile disappeared in an instant.

"That, I wouldn’t know, maybe I’m just lucky. Besides, if I didn’t come back, where would you get your ingredients for cooking, big boss chef?"

He replied with ease.

"Hmph. Niu Ma sure is either lucky or very unlucky to have recruited a minion like you."

Seeing that Liu Zheng’s responses were impeccable, Napoleon could only jab a remark at him.

To be honest, Napoleon truly thought Liu Zheng wouldn’t come back.

Not because it was too dangerous outside, but because it was too safe.

Especially for someone like Liu Zheng who always stirred up trouble, returning to Metropolis was almost like courting death.

And the opportunity notified by City Hall was obviously fought for by either Niu Ma or Liu Zheng himself.

If Liu Zheng didn’t come back, City Hall would surely dispatch someone to investigate.

Even if it didn’t involve Niu Ma, it would still lead to a fuss.

So, when Napoleon said Niu Ma was lucky, he meant it was rare to find such a minion.

But Niu Ma’s misfortune also lay there because it didn’t need to take this kind of risk originally.

"Hand over the slaughter knife and the portable cold storage."

Napoleon suddenly seemed a bit angry, speaking with a cold face.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng didn’t know what had gotten into him, but he obediently handed over the items.

"Wait here."

Napoleon placed the slaughter knife back in its rack and then took the portable cold storage into the cold storage.

"No worries, I’m not in a rush."

He shrugged his shoulders.

He was still waiting for Napoleon to pay him an additional remuneration, and besides, he could also pet the cat here.

During his time in Yate, San Huamao was mostly hiding in the shadows, and Liu Zheng hardly got to pet it.

"Hehehe, fixing kitties."

Taking advantage of San Huamao being asleep, he crazily squeezed its cheeks.

As a small female cat, San Huamao surprisingly developed cheeks that were incredibly good to touch.

Liu Zheng enjoyed the petting so much that he even failed to notice Napoleon’s return.

"Stay away from my subordinate, I don’t want people thinking the delivery department and the kitchen are on good terms."

Napoleon flicked him aside with a wing.

The face that had been glaring at him for a long time now wore a satisfied smile.

"You’re boss, your call."

Liu Zheng shrugged his shoulders.

White Feather Chicken was simply pretending to cover its ears while stealing a bell.

Did the relationship between the delivery department and the kitchen need him to prove it?

Even if others were blind, they weren’t fools.

The Bloody Restaurant had just three major departments; if the delivery and kitchen didn’t get along, were they supposed to be in better terms with the customer service?

That would mean Britain had turned the restaurant into its harem, throwing imparty daily.

"The stuff is pretty good, but what’s with all those eyeballs?"

White Feather Chicken complained.

"Maybe the people from that place just love growing eyeballs on their body?"

Liu Zheng said earnestly.

"Heh."

White Feather Chicken had an "I’d believe it when I see it" expression.

But it also knew this guy was as slippery as a ghost and wouldn’t let slip anything substantial.

"Take it."

It walked over to the knife rack, took down the Slaughter Knife, and threw it to Liu Zheng.

"Thanks, boss chef."

He chuckled.

A weapon of fine quality was naturally a great thing, and in terms of lethality, the Slaughter Knife was stronger than the boning knife.

Although the side effects weren’t small, next instance’s issues could be left for the next instance.

"Anything else?"

Liu Zheng asked with anticipation.

With so many good items, surely you couldn’t just fob him off with a single knife.

For a big client like Mr. Li, wouldn’t he burst Gold Coins out when he saw all these eyeballs?

It couldn’t possibly be that he simply liked eating Black Mountain Goat Cub’s eyeballs, right? Being picky was not okay.

"What else do you want?"

White Feather Chicken asked.

"I need at least a few bottles of good wine and a few dishes to accompany them."

Liu Zheng brazenly said.

"Should I get you a few Succubus for company then?"

White Feather Chicken chuckled.

"No need for that, my boss has been impotent recently, can’t stand those, just convert it into wine."

He chuckled again.

"You wish. Go stand in the corner and face the wall. Seeing you is annoying!"

White Feather Chicken raised its wings, the edges of its feathers sharp as knives.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng quickly turned to face the wall.

After a while, he heard the sounds of firing up and stir-frying.

After a bit more time, the sounds stopped.

"Take it and beat it."

White Feather Chicken shouted impatiently.

Liu Zheng turned around, and White Feather Chicken had already gone to check the soup; on the counter were four dishes.

One plate of Crazy Dry Beef, one plate of Dry-Sautéed Eyeballs, one plate of Raw Mixed Bone Ash, one plate of Paste-Coated Fish Scales.

"All tough dishes."

He raised an eyebrow.

Thankfully, these were all things Niu Ma needed.

Next to the small dishes, there was a bucket of draft beer and two bottles of boxed-up high-end liquor.

"Thanks, boss chef, I’m off now, and please don’t escort me to the door."

Liu Zheng jokingly said.

He knew those two bottles of high-end liquor were prepared for French Plane Tree.

"If you bother me here again, I might just toss you into the furnace."

White Feather Chicken said without even turning its head.

"Hahaha, goodbye."

Liu Zheng grabbed the drinks and dishes and ran out of the kitchen.

White Feather Chicken was one to do as it said; he definitely didn’t want to experience being cooked like an old furnace-kissed mutton.

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"Xiao Mei, stop playing with Sasha and come give me a massage."

Doctor Nile stretched and said.

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