The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 42 White Feather Chicken and San Huamao

Chapter 42: Chapter 42 White Feather Chicken and San Huamao

It wasn’t quite as Liu Zheng had imagined.

The kitchen of the Bloody Restaurant didn’t have a trace of blood to be seen, rather it was clean and bright.

It was even overly clean, appearing as if it was just renovated.

About a dozen chefs of different shapes and sizes were busy with their work, none of them speaking, communicating only with gestures and glances.

Rather than a kitchen, the place resembled the assembly line of a factory.

"Napoleon, we’re here,"

Niu Ma called out.

The White Feather Chicken, who was cooking soup, looked up and then passed the long-handled soup ladle to a horse-faced person beside him.

Dressed in a black Levite suit and wearing a chef’s hat, the White Feather Chicken hopped down from the high stool and strutted over to them.

"Is this the new guy?"

It looked toward Liu Zheng.

The voice was low and resonant, powerful.

"How about it, better than those guys you have under you, right?"

Niu Ma said proudly.

"There’s plenty of meat, but a shame it’s all fat."

The White Feather Chicken scrutinized Liu Zheng with a picky gaze.

"Can’t help it, after all, he’s just a human,"

Niu Ma shrugged.

"He won’t be for long."

The White Feather Chicken’s eyes seemed to see right through Liu Zheng’s soul.

"Perform well, human, and if you satisfy me, I might consider letting you into the kitchen,"

it stated arrogantly.

"Thank you, but I’m doing quite well delivering,"

Liu Zheng declined.

Having finally obtained two pieces of the Legendary delivery man set, he wasn’t about to stop delivering and work in the kitchen, unless he really lost his mind.

"Didn’t Niu Ma tell you? Black Mountain Goat Cubs don’t have citizen status,"

said the White Feather Chicken with a sneer.

"Huh?"

Liu Zheng looked at Niu Ma.

"Is that so?"

Niu Ma was even more surprised than he was.

"Like you, after the transformation, you’d become a drifter."

"City Hall might not necessarily send people to capture you, but anyone else attacking you wouldn’t be breaking any rules, and your restaurant staff status would be nullified,"

explained the White Feather Chicken.

"However, in the kitchen, it doesn’t matter who you are, I am the rule."

It spread its wings, surveying the kitchen like a rooster in a cockfight.

All the kitchen helpers whose eyes were touched by its gaze bowed their heads.

"Look at how impressive it is."

Liu Zheng nudged Niu Ma.

"Damn it, if I had that many underlings, I’d be more impressive than it,"

Niu Ma complained under his breath.

"Shh~"

He rolled his eyes.

The status in the kitchen was clearly higher than that of delivery; otherwise, why would they be helping in the kitchen?

"You wait, I’ll take care of you when we get back,"

Niu Ma didn’t argue with Liu Zheng in front of the White Feather Chicken, but the threat in his eyes could not be more clear.

"Enough, stop showing off this brotherly affection in front of me. Get to work. The service department has blown up my phone,"

the White Feather Chicken said with disdain.

"Who’s being brotherly? We’re clearly about filial piety here,"

Niu Ma retorted hotly.

"Exactly, I am..."

Under Niu Ma’s death glare, Liu Zheng swallowed the last three words.

"Standard practice, you do the pastries. And you, what can you do?"

the White Feather Chicken asked Liu Zheng.

"I can cook home-style dishes."

"Then you go wash the vegetables,"

the White Feather Chicken said disdainfully.

Their Bloody Restaurant had no home-style dishes.

"Alright then,"

Liu Zheng was actually quite happy.

He’d come to take it easy in the first place; was he really expected to go learn some skills?

Following the direction indicated by the tip of the White Feather Chicken’s wing, he arrived at a sink.

A calico cat wearing an apron was cleaning a bucket full of what seemed to be cauliflowers.

Watching its ears twitch slightly, Liu Zheng swallowed.

It looked very tempting to touch.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the calico cat turned around.

A pink nose, heterochromatic blue-green eyes, a round face.

No matter from a human’s or cat’s perspective, it could be described as having delicate features.

"Are you here to help?"

it asked.

"Yep,"

Liu Zheng nodded.

"What’s your name?"

the calico cat asked.

"I’m Liu Zheng, and you?"

He was somewhat surprised.

Since entering the instance, this was the first time someone had asked for his name.

"I’m called Salmon,"

the calico cat replied.

"Nice name."

"Thank you. That’s the name my master gave me."

San Huamao shook its whiskers, looking pleased.

"Your master must really like you."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Of course."

A voice suddenly interrupted.

San Huamao turned around, and the fur on its back twisted into a man’s face.

He looked at Liu Zheng expressionlessly, then spoke again.

"Don’t get any ideas about my cat, or I’ll kill you."

"Uh, don’t worry, I’m more of a dog person."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Tasteless fellow."

The man looked at him with disdain, then reverted back to fur.

"Hey, say that again if you dare."

Liu Zheng was exceptionally annoyed.

He had actually been looked down upon by a tuft of hair.

"Don’t be mad at my master, okay?"

"He was a nice person; his temper only got a bit worse after I ate him."

It said earnestly.

Looking at the innocent and cute San Huamao, Liu Zheng felt a chill crawling up from the soles of his feet.

"Why did you eat him?"

"Because that’s the only way I could be with my master forever."

San Huamao said matter-of-factly.

"Otherwise, he would start to stink, and I don’t like licking stinky fur. Is that wrong?"

It asked with a hint of grievance.

"You did the right thing."

What else could Liu Zheng say? He could only nod in agreement.

"Are you done with your work?"

A voice filled with a sense of oppression came over.

Both human and cat turned around to see White Feather Chicken gazing at them.

"The head chef is angry; let’s get back to work."

San Huamao guiltily licked its paw and continued washing the vegetables.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng prepared to scoop up some vegetables from the basket.

"You can’t wash these properly; go wash that basket over there."

San Huamao stopped him.

"Okay."

He looked at the basket that the cat’s paw pointed to, which was filled with a bunch of pink umbrella-capped mushrooms.

"Be careful, they’ll be ruined if you scrub them too hard."

San Huamao warned.

"Understood."

Liu Zheng picked up a mushroom with his tentacle and rinsed it under the faucet.

This is where tentacles had their advantage—they were softer than fingers.

The water washed the dirt off the surface, and he carefully wiped it with another tentacle.

Then he saw his own tentacle gradually turn blue.

"What the hell???"

He quickly put down the mushroom.

"Totally normal, that’s just ’seen by hand blue’."

San Huamao glanced over and said.

God damn ’seen by hand blue,’ seeing mushrooms turn hands blue, right?

"This isn’t poisonous, is it?"

Liu Zheng asked nervously.

The toxin in ’seen by hand blue’ seemed to be neurotoxic; it wasn’t clear whether "Blood and Flesh Rebirth" would be effective or not.

"Of course, it is, and the death is quite horrible."

San Huamao said, blinking its large eyes.

"..."

If it weren’t for your cute appearance, I’d shave all the fur on your head right now.

"It’s no big deal, this is easy to cure."

San Huamao took out an eraser from its apron pocket and handed it over to him.

"Just rub it off with this and you’ll be fine."

With an ’are you kidding me’ attitude, Liu Zheng rubbed the blue part of his tentacle.

Just as expected, the blue came right off.

"Heh."

Even though he knew this world was crazy, he didn’t expect it to be this crazy.

He shook his head and focused on the task at hand.

Before long, an entire basket of ’seen by hand blue’ was washed.

"All done, anything else I need to do?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Wow, you’re amazing."

San Huamao looked at him with admiration.

"Just average, I just have more tentacles to work with."

Liu Zheng said smugly to himself.

"Then go get the frozen meat out to thaw. Take the one on the top."

San Huamao pointed at the freezer.

"No problem."

He walked over to the freezer, opened the door,

and raised his tentacle to reach for the bag on the top shelf.

When he saw what was inside the bag, Liu Zheng’s expression gradually froze.