Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

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Liu Zheng agreed and left the lounge to go to the kitchen.

Upon entering the kitchen, there were still only white-feathered chickens and a few employees on duty.

"Good evening, Head Chef. You're still up?"

He said hello.

"Asking knowingly."

The white-feathered chicken glanced at him sideways.

In a kitchen, the presence or absence of the head chef makes a world of difference.

Those who come to the restaurant at this hour must be either rich or powerful. If they are not satisfied, the staff who cook the food will certainly be in trouble, and the head chef will definitely not escape responsibility either.

So instead of going to rest in fear, it's better to stay here and watch over things with peace of mind.

Moreover, chickens only have light sleep, so they can just nap when there's no work to do and wake up when there is work to do, so it's not a big problem.

"Hehe, I'm here to deliver food."

Liu Zheng said.

"Hmm, the salmon is sleeping. Go find it yourself."

The white-feathered chicken said.

"In addition, my boss also asked me to bring it a bottle of wine."

he said again.

"Hmph, it certainly knows how to enjoy itself."

The white-feathered chicken snorted, strolled to the spice rack, took down a bottle, tore off the label, and handed it to Liu Zheng.

"Give this to it to drink."

it said.

"what is this?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You'll know if you just smell it."

The white-feathered pheasant said expressionlessly.

Can I not smell it?

he asked tentatively.

"Okay, but are you sure you want to give it to cattle and horses like this?"

"Ah, okay."

Liu Zheng sighed, resignedly pulled out the stopper, and took a sniff.

"Ok?"

Surprisingly, it was quite normal, with the flavor of the wine mixed with the taste of several spices and fruits.

He could only detect one of the scents as citrus; the others were completely unfamiliar.

"It doesn't seem to have any strange smell?"

"There wasn't any originally; this is cooking wine for seasoning."

The white-feathered rooster replied.

"Uh, is it really appropriate to try and fool my boss with cooking wine? He used to work in the kitchen, so he should be able to tell the difference."

Liu Zheng said.

"With its mediocre cooking skills, what right does it have to call itself a chef? As for wine tasting, it's even less capable. Everything tastes the same to it; the higher the alcohol content and the stronger the flavor, the better the wine. This bottle of cooking wine, specially made to remove the fishy smell from strongly flavored ingredients, is perfect for it."

"Do you want it or not? If not, I'll take it. You can forget about getting any other wine."

The white-feathered chicken pretended to take away the cooking wine.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's better to have something than nothing."

He quickly put it in his pocket.

It's unclear whether the relationship between white-feathered chickens and cattle/horses is good or bad.

To put it bluntly, these two non-human beings share everything and dare to entrust each other with their private matters; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them best friends.

They agree to this, but they're also secretly hoping to make the other party suffer a loss; letting the other party gain an advantage is more painful than losing everything themselves.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand.

Liu Zheng shook his head and went to the cat's nest.

The calico cat has discovered a new sleeping position: lying flat on its back with its paws in the air, but its head is drooping outside the cat bed, making it look like it has been dead for a while.

Although he knew that with its strength it could hang itself up to sleep without any problem, Liu Zheng still felt uncomfortable watching it, and carefully reached out his tentacles, wanting to help it adjust its sleeping position.

As soon as he reached out, his vision blurred, and when he looked again, the calico cat had already turned into a standing, arched position.

"Meow~"

The calico cat stretched out a long yawn.

"Liu Zheng, you're here again, meow? Are you bringing me something delicious, meow?"

It asked lazily.

"It's a drink, but whether it tastes good or not is another matter."

Liu Zheng took out the glass of water that had been sitting for two days and placed it in front of the calico cat.

"Hello, your takeaway has arrived."

He said this in a deliberately serious tone.

"Oh."

The calico cat stuck out its pink tongue and licked the cat, then disgustedly pushed it aside.

"Liu Zheng, this doesn't taste good, meow."

It complained.

This was to be expected, after all, the legendary delivery box has been filled with all sorts of random things, it's good enough if nothing strange grows out of it.

"I'll bring you something nice to drink next time."

Liu Zheng comforted him.

"By the way, you can drink milk and chocolate, right?"

Real-world cats can't drink alcohol, but calico cats, being a special species, should be fine.

"Okay, meow~ I love chocolate milk the most, meow~"

The calico cat said.

"Okay, then I'll bring you hot chocolate milk from Bad Luck Coffee next time."

Liu Zheng said.

"Great, meow~ Let me give you a massage, meow~"

The calico cat proactively extended its pink paws.

"Hehe, so soft and pink~"

He happily rubbed his paws a few times, then reluctantly put them down under the glare of his calico cat owner.

"By the way, what does the head chef like to drink?"

Liu Zheng asked about the white-feathered chicken.

"Iced Lemon Cola".

The white-feathered chicken glanced at him and replied.

"Okay, I got it."

Liu Zheng said with a strange expression.

White-feathered chicken and iced lemon cola are indeed a perfect match, and they would be even better if they were fried.

"Do you want to get bombed?"

The white-feathered rooster asked coldly.

With his many years of experience as a chef, how could he not know what Liu was thinking?

"No, no. Well, I'll be going now, you guys keep on with your work."

He quickly said goodbye and left.

If he stays any longer, he'll become the kitchen's midnight snack.

Back in the lounge, Niu Ma was reading a newspaper.

"Boss, I'm back."

Liu Zheng shouted.

"You're back, so what's all the fuss about? Where's my wine?"

The ox and horse asked without even looking up.

"Here it is."

He took the cooking wine out of his pocket.

"There's only wine, no food?"

"Not bad, I had to beg for ages before they gave me this bottle of wine."

Liu Zheng said.

"Look at you, so cowardly! Why don't you dare fight that chicken?"

The cattle and horses scoffed.

"He's a department head, and I'm just a regular employee. We're not on equal footing. Why don't you take me with you again, and I'll cheer you on?"

he suggested.

"Forget it, I'm afraid I'll trample it to death. What if the boss wants me to be the head chef? I'm fine with that, but you definitely can't manage a takeout department this big."

The ox and horse paused and said.

"That makes sense. No wonder he's a big shot. He's so farsighted and considerate of us underlings."

Liu Zheng said admiringly.

"Hmph, of course. Here are some dried fish of yours, give me a few pieces to have as a snack with your drinks."

"okay."

He placed the wine and dried fish in front of the cattle and horses.

There was no table; it was simply placed on the floor.

Anyway, since it's just the two of them using this lounge, a little dirt won't hurt.

"Why does this bottle look so familiar?"

Niu Ma picked up the wine bottle, glanced at it, and seemed to be deep in thought.

"Boss, what kind of alcohol haven't you drunk? It's normal to have seen the same bottle before."

Liu Zheng said.