White Chef, the chef of the White Cat Office.

Humans, aged 35, have been subjected to severe stimulation that caused their brains to collapse, so their intelligence is somewhat low, and to put it mildly, they are mentally retarded.

But he is very talented in cooking, and he worked as a chef before becoming mentally retarded, and these skills have not been forgotten.

The homeless man who was picked up by Thirteen seven years ago is currently the only human in the office other than the prince.

The White Chef was picked up by Thirteen seven years ago, when Thirteen stumbled upon him at the junkyard.

At that time, the white chef was wearing a stinking body, wearing a black cook's apron, and was pulling the garbage heap to find something to eat.

He babbled gibberish, and threw things in certain directions from time to time, which seemed to others to be a madman's nerves, but Thirteen could see a different scene.

Two imps are floating in the air playing tricks on the cook, who is throwing useless garbage at them to chase them away.

While eating the leftovers from the garbage heap that had just been stuffed in his mouth, he drove away the two ghosts.

Being a madman, but being able to see things that ordinary people can't, successfully attracts Thirteen's attention.

He grabbed the two imps and asked them about the cook, but they didn't know anything, but said that it was just fun to catch the fat man.

Later, Thirteen took the cook back, cleaned him up from head to toe, and used his connections to check the cook's information on the public security network.

In the end, the result came out, the cook was originally the owner of a small restaurant, but some time ago his wife died in a car accident, along with his three-year-old daughter.

The perpetrator escaped, and due to the remote location, the police have not caught him so far.

And since he saw his wife's body in the hospital morgue, he has been crazy.

Even the small restaurant was deceived by his relatives at this time, and he himself became a wandering madman.

The white chef's original name was Shinan, but Thirteen was not interested in the name.

At that time, he looked at the cook, and his tone was serious and calm:

"Do you want to see Wang Fen again?"

Wang Fen is the dead wife of the white cook.

With the appearance of this name, the figure of the white chef trembled obviously.

He looked at Thirteen with numb eyes, a little strange, but nodded subconsciously.

"Drink it and you'll see her. ”

Thirteen took out a small medicine bottle that had been prepared long ago, which contained a black liquid, and the cook took it and drank it without a trace of hesitation.

Then he fell asleep, and in his dreams he saw his wife, and beside him a delicate little girl who was calling him Daddy.

Mother and daughter told him a lot in their dreams, most of them comforting words.

"As long as you can live well, my daughter and I can be reincarnated with confidence......

The wife in the dream stroked the cook's face and left with such a sentence.

Later, when the cook woke up, his face was already full of tears, and he was lying on a bed that he had never been before.

He exited the room and found what appeared to be a basement.

"Are you awake?"

Thirteen walked down the stairs and came to the white cook.

"Ah...... See...... Ah......h

The white chef said vaguely, gesturing randomly, but he was very happy, this was very obvious.

It's a pity, though, that his intellectual disability doesn't seem to be recoverable, but that's fine, for Thirteen, this kind of role tends to be more reassuring to him.

"Are you willing to follow me? I will provide you with food, clothing, shelter and transportation from now on!"

Thirteen invited the cook, and the white chef nodded with a demented expression, but that was enough.

"This is the White Cat Office, from now on, you will be called White ...... Cook it.

Chef Bai, come here, I have a gift for you. ”

Thirteen took the White Chef to Gluttony, and when he first saw Gluttony, the White Chef was almost too frightened to move his feet, but that was not Thirteen's purpose.

The bone veterinarian dragged a living man to the white cook, the man's mouth was gagged with a rag, and his face was frightened, he didn't know what he had experienced before, but fortunately he didn't miss an arm or leg.

It was a man in his thirties, somewhat stout, and the white chef recognized this man, although he had become mentally retarded.

This person is a gangster in society, the subordinate of the former black boss in the south of the city, who often comes to his restaurant to make trouble, and often collects protection money or something, in short, it is not something that the white chef can afford.

As soon as he first saw this person, Chef Bai couldn't help but shrink behind Thirteen, but his size was too big, and it didn't make any sense at all.

The white chef didn't dare to look at this gangster, and Thirteen said at this time:

"He's the murderer who killed your wife and daughter, what's the matter, do you want me to let him go?"

As soon as these words came out, Chef Bai's face changed significantly, his body began to tremble violently, and then he walked out from behind Thirteen.

The timidity faded, and a flame of anger gradually burned in his eyes.

For some reason, he was always quick to convince Thirteen of his words.

"Pick one, whatever you want with him. ”

Thirteen took out two tools, a fruit knife in his left hand and a sledgehammer in his right hand, the head of which was about the size of a fist and nearly twenty centimeters long.

At first, Chef Bai wanted to hold a fruit knife, but the moment he took it in his hand and raised his head, he was staring at Thirteen or Fourteen.

He saw Thirteen's slightly disappointed eyes.

I don't know when he began to care about the man who picked him up.

Among them, including his attitude, but also his requirements.

Although Thirteen looked only thirteen or fourteen years old at that time, the two were more like father and son, except that the father was thirteen and the son was himself.

As if his body had reacted on its own, Chef Bai put the fruit knife back, and then picked up the sledgehammer under the expectant gaze of Thirteen.

The veterinarian also took off the rag from the gangster's mouth at this time, and was not interested in staying longer, so he walked towards his laboratory.

And the white chef was the old man who wheeled the hammer, and in the frightened screams of the gangsters, he smashed it down with a bang and no strength left.

"Bang !!!"

The bones shattered, mixed with the scene of the brain being smashed into a mess of liquid everywhere.

Then, the white chef was still angry, and smashed frantically many times until he was out of breath and had no extra strength.

"Let's go, White Kitchen!"

Thirteen walked in the direction of the ground, and the white chef took a few sharp breaths, and then followed.

When he went up the stairs, he peeked at the gluttony, only to see that the other party was chewing on the gangster's corpse with relish.

Something seemed to be looming about to emerge from the corpse, but it was swallowed by gluttony.

At that time, Chef Bai didn't know that it was the soul of the gangster who had not yet fully formed, but now that the soul was gone, there was no chance to form again.

For some reason, Chef Bai suddenly felt that gluttony didn't seem so terrible, but it seemed to be a little pleasing to the eye now.

Maybe it's because of his mental defects, and his simple mind.

Therefore, it is easy to accept new things, and there will be no strong denial of doubts.

In short, I will be busy in the future, but as long as I can live to the fullest.

[White Chef: End]