It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 175 Napoleon: Let You Have a Taste of Britain
“I can’t say that I did it all, but I did play an irreplaceable role.”

Liu Zheng said modestly.

"Huh, I think you're just an ingredient."

As the chef of the Bloody Restaurant, Napoleon saw through the truth at a glance.

"That's understandable. How does it taste?"

"Hmph, you won't know until you try it."

Napoleon said.

"Then please taste it."

Liu Zheng made a gesture of invitation.

"Salmon, get my spoon."

Napoleon shouted.

"Oh."

The calico cat dropped the vegetable leaves in his hand, picked up a soup spoon and trotted over.

"Wow, what a delicious soup, can I have some?"

It sniffed and asked.

"You'll have to ask him. This is his soup."

Napoleon took the spoon and said.

"Liu Zheng, can I have your soup?"

The calico cat looked at Liu Zheng expectantly.

"Uh sure."

Looking at Napoleon's half-smile, he had no choice but to speak.

"You are so nice. I will get you some dried fish later."

The calico cat said happily.

Napoleon scooped a spoonful from the soup pot and put it into his beak.

There are no clothes popping, no glowing lights, and no colorful special effects.

Napoleon just smiled slightly, then his face turned stern.

"The cooking time is good and the seasoning is reasonable, but the soup is too light and the base flavor is too thin to be considered elegant."

It commented.

"I will pass your comments on to the cook of this soup, but she may have a different opinion."

Liu Zheng said.

"Humph, my evaluation is final, who dares to have an opinion?"

Napoleon said proudly.

"I can't say anything else, but when it comes to cooking soup, that cook not only has opinions, but they are also very opinionated. In fact, this pot of soup is her declaration of war against you."

"War letter?"

Napoleon's eyes were sharp and full of disdain.

"Based on this pot of soup, she doesn't deserve it."

“What if we add this soup pot?”

he asked.

"Ok?"

"That chef's name is Guokou Tangzi, and she's the leader of the Extreme Flavor Group. She asked me to challenge you to a soup-cooking competition, and the stakes are half of this soup pot."

Liu Zheng said.

"I've heard of the Extreme Flavor Group. It turns out they also had a brand in the Metropolitan catering industry, but they were caught using banned seasonings in the Metropolitan Food Contest, were disqualified from the competition, had their brand removed, and then disappeared. It turns out they're still alive."

Napoleon recalled and said.

"The Metropolitan Food Contest?"

"That's right. It's a semi-official competition. The winners can get rewards such as priority purchasing of ingredients. The top three can also get the right to purchase some regulated ingredients. The champion can even get the opportunity to purchase ingredients outside the border."

"But the schedule is not fixed. Sometimes it's held once a year, and sometimes it's not held for ten years. The last Metropolitan Food Contest seems to have been five years ago."

Napoleon said.

"With the abundance of resources in the metropolis, do we still need to go outside the border to purchase food?"

He couldn't help but complain.

"There are always some ingredients that are not available in the metropolis. Scarcity makes things valuable. No matter how valuable these ingredients are outside, they are more expensive than gold in the metropolis."

"Also, the water and soil in the metropolis are different from those outside. The same food grown in the metropolis will be different from that grown outside."

Napoleon explained.

“I don’t feel any difference.”

"Nonsense, you've never eaten imported ingredients."

Napoleon looked at him with contempt.

Liu Zheng didn't say anything, but he despised the white-feathered chicken in his heart.

He had never eaten ingredients imported from outside the border, but he had eaten ingredients from another world, and he ate them every day.

Why is a chicken in a well who can only stay in the kitchen so proud?
"So how many championships has our Bloody Restaurant won?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You are still a human, but you ask such an idiotic question."

Napoleon looked at him with even more contempt.

???

"Our Bloody Restaurant still needs to participate in the competition, of course we are going to be the judge."

Napoleon said as a matter of course.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng nodded perfunctorily.

Okay, you have managed to pretend to be awesome.

"This Guokou Tangzi probably wants to defeat the Bloody Restaurant to revive the reputation of the Extreme Flavor Group. It's a good plan."

Napoleon sneered.

"Then you want to compete?"

"Compete, why not. The cooking skills of the Extreme Flavor Group are not up to par, but this soup pot is indeed a good thing. It's a pity to leave it in their hands. But I can't go out, so let her come in for the competition."

Napoleon said.

As the head chef, you can still let outsiders in as long as there is a legitimate reason.

Winning the soup pot and improving the restaurant's soup quality is a legitimate reason.

Of course, whether the soup can still come out of the pot after the competition is another matter.

"No, you each cook your own soup, and I'll pass it to the other person to taste. As for the result of the competition, Guokou Tangzi said that she believes in your level and integrity as a top chef."

Liu Zheng said.

"As for moral integrity, she would flatter me. But it's not impossible."

Napoleon said.

It certainly won't cheat, but if it loses to the soup in the pot, that's actually no big deal.

The culinary skills of the Bloody Restaurant must be the best in the metropolis, but there is no requirement to be the best in every category.

Otherwise, Si Xue wouldn't have to do anything else every day but interview new chefs.

As for the soup in the pot being dishonest, there is no need to worry about it.

Napoleon couldn't leave, but that doesn't mean he couldn't influence the outside world.

They are just a group of extremely delicious dishes whose signature dishes have been removed. If they dare to cheat, I will make them the chef’s recommended dishes tomorrow.

"Then I'll contact her to confirm the time and content of the game?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Okay, but tell her that I want the soup pot intact. If she wins, I can give her a flower basket," said Napoleon.

"What flower basket?"

"Chef Napoleon of Bloody Restaurant, congratulations to the Extreme Flavor Group for reopening. I hope they can get their brand back soon and reach new heights."

"Just this one flower basket is more effective than her sending 10 million to the city hall."

Napoleon held his head high and looked very domineering.

"Great, great. Huh?"

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

Since it is a competition, and there are no judges, why not.
"Master Chef, can I invite Captain Dragonfly to be the referee?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Captain Dragonfly?"

This time Napoleon was stunned for a long time.

"I remember now. There seems to be this guy who serves as a referee everywhere, but he never shows up for regular matches. He's like a psychopath."

"Yes, that's it. It's a bit crazy, but it's fair as a referee. Last time I competed with the postman of 'Death Mail', it ruled that I won."

He briefly described the competition with the postman.

"I've given up the idea of ​​transferring you here. It's rare to encounter such a thing even when delivering takeout. If you come to the kitchen, you might cause a big mess."

Napoleon looked at him in silence.

"Ahem, accidents, all accidents. What do you think?"

"If that's the case, then that's fine. But if the judgement is unfair, I won't admit the result."

Napoleon said.

"no problem."

Liu Zheng nodded.

Captain Dragonfly is obviously bound by the rules and it is impossible for him to make an unfair judgment.

Even if it would violate the rules, it couldn't be for something as trivial as a soup-cooking competition.

"Are you finished?"

Napoleon asked.

"And one more thing."

"Why do you have so many things to say? Tell me now. If you still have something to say, I will skin you right here."

Napoleon said impatiently.

"Then there are two more things."

Liu Zheng changed his words.

"explain."

"First, I want to buy a whole insect feast. Second, I want to buy a few more bottles of good wine."

He said.

"The first one is available at Quanchong Banquet, but there is only one left in stock, so I can't sell it to you."

Napoleon said.

"One?"

"Yes, the name of this insect is Quanchong. It is a kind of insect purchased from outside the border. The number is very rare. After the first shipment several decades ago, there has been no supply since then."

Napoleon said.

"What if I ask someone to order takeout?"

Liu Zheng asked.

“You want to use your takeout container to make a copy of the meal?”

"Yes."

He nodded in acknowledgement.

The effectiveness of the legendary takeout box should be no secret within the restaurant community.

"Okay. But you have to find someone who can afford the price."

Napoleon said.

"The quality of the whole insect banquet is very high?"

"It's not that high, but I just said that any food that the metropolis doesn't have will become more valuable than gold, no matter how much it was originally worth. And there's only one left in stock."

"This whole insect feast takeaway is worth at least as much as a second-level dinner."

Napoleon said.

The first-level dinner corresponds to the galaxy-level box, and the second-level dinner corresponds to the planet-level box.

Thinking of the last time when the boy in pajamas ate his intestines, Liu Zheng shuddered.

"Can you be more specific about the price?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You should go back and ask the cow and horse. They should know better than me."

Napoleon shook his head.

"Okay, what about the second thing?"

"I won't sell it either. I've already repaid the favor I owe you."

Napoleon said maliciously.

"whispering sound."

He knew that the fat chicken still held a grudge.

But it doesn’t matter, just let the cattle and horses come to buy it, and just take the kickbacks.

If you don’t give up the kickbacks, you won’t be able to get the French plane tree.

"You talk too much and it affects my performance."

Napoleon suddenly flapped his wings, and a hidden cold light flashed by.

Liu Zheng only felt a chill in his mouth, and his tongue was already in Napoleon's hand.

"What a fast knife."

He was a little shocked.

The speed of the knife was secondary. The key point was how Napoleon cut off his tongue without hurting his mouth.

You know, Liu Zheng had his mouth shut just now.

Seeing the shock in his eyes, Napoleon smirked.

This human being fools around outside every day and thinks he is a real big shot.

It just wants him to understand that in the kitchen, whether it is a dragon or a tiger, it is just a dish in its pot.

"Walk."

Napoleon carried Liu Zheng directly to the slaughter room.

The slaughterhouse in the Bloody Restaurant looks very similar to the slaughterhouse in Oink, and it is unclear who copied whom.

It threw Liu Zheng onto the slaughter table, and the latter was immediately unable to move.

"Come on, weren't you quite talkative just now?"

Napoleon looked at Liu Zheng who was staring at it and said sarcastically.

"I've only heard of beef tongue being cooked, but I've never heard of lamb tongue being cooked."

Liu Zheng really said it, although his words were a little unclear.

Napoleon's face darkened, and he forgot that the boy had heard the gospel.

"Not only the tongue can be rinsed, but other parts of your body can be rinsed as well. You will soon find out."

It grabbed a knife as thin as a cicada's wing and inserted it between Liu Zheng's legs.

After taking a hot bath, my cold got worse. I will be late for the second chapter tomorrow.

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(End of this chapter)