A feeling of vomiting came over my stomach.

When I saw that it was a human leg, I immediately climbed to the side of the stove and leaned against the wall.

Picking at his throat with his fingers, he kept trying to spit out.

But I didn't feel anything after throwing up for a long time, and then I realized that I hadn't eaten at all tonight.

Originally, I was angry because I couldn't eat, but now I am suddenly relieved when I see this scene.

But the boss behind me was almost sitting on the ground.

The two eyes were straight, and they stood up and were ready to shout.

Seeing this scene, I quickly pulled the boss to the corner of the wall, patted the other party on the back and said: "Don't shout nonsense, if you alarm the people outside, this matter will spread out, and your hotel will basically go out of business, and there is another point, the people in the village are likely to have a huge panic!"

It's clear that there's a homicide in front of you, but it's better to let fewer people know about it.

When I thought of this, Wang Ruohan next to me also nodded.

I admire Wang Ruohan a lot.

The two old men in the kitchen were about to vomit, and Wang Ruohan was still very calm next to him.

I adjusted my mentality, and at this time the boss also nodded and said: "Thank you, young man, it doesn't matter if my restaurant is not open, if you really make a panic, this village will be chaotic!"

Put the human legs in the pot and cook them for everyone to eat.

Once someone knows the news, everyone present doesn't know what will happen.

It's a bit unorthodox, but it's for everyone's good.

Some truths are still not to be said.

Thinking of this, I slowly walked to the edge of the lid.

Then he strengthened his inner impulse and slowly opened the lid of the pot through a crack.

At this time, I found that there was a pot of soup boiling in this pot, and a leg was boiling in the soup.

The leg looked at least forty or fifty pounds in weight, and it was relatively fat.

There is also leg hair on the legs.

But I don't know what kind of spices are added to it, it looks disgusting, and if you don't know it, it smells very fragrant.

I immediately turned on all the pots on the stove.

It turned out that the rest of the care was basically empty, which meant that the murderer only boiled one of the other party's legs.

It's strange that even chopping off a person's leg alive like this will produce a huge shout or resistance.

The kitchen is just a wall away from where we eat in the yard.

Why didn't we hear that?

At this time, I walked to the kitchen window, and I saw that this window was very old, and it was in the form of nine palaces.

There is a hook inside the window that hooks the window around the room.

I turned around and asked the boss, "Boss, what is the origin of this chef?"

The boss said: "This cook's home is not here, this guy is a homeless man, he used to lose his gambling, and when he was brought to our village, I found out that he could cook, so I took him in, and there should be no family!"

I nodded and replied, "First of all, don't get me wrong, this matter has to be announced, but it is definitely not announced now, find a way to push this birthday party!"

When I thought of this, I poured out the whole pot of soup with the kitchen owner, and despite the aroma, it was hard to hide the urge to vomit.

When I poured it out, I found that my entire thigh had been boiled to a pulp.

In a village like ours, we don't know what evidence to leave or what to prove in the present.

I had already made a mess of the scene anyway, and then we shoved this thigh straight into the fire pit.

With the burning of the flame, the entire thigh disappeared completely, it was already boiled, and it would soon dissipate when it touched the flame.

After all this.

My boss and I walked out and ran into the yard to cry to everyone.

Let's just say that the chef recently stole the boss's money, and even an opportunity, and ran away.

I shouted obligedly next to me: "Folks, it's not easy to open a restaurant, but I didn't expect the chef raised by the boss to steal the boss's money, I heard that the chef is a homeless man, the boss was kind enough to take him in, but I didn't expect the chef to do this kind of thing, everyone is a folk, or help find it!"

The restaurant owner behind me can actually be an actor.

I don't know if what I said was too beautiful or if the boss's acting skills were too good, at this moment, a handful of snot and tears to the whole demonstration of the birthday party suddenly stopped.

My grandfather frowned and looked at me suspiciously, but the villagers around me were already impressed by the enthusiasm.

They rolled up their arms and sleeves, indicating that they wanted to contribute.

The whole scene was chaotic.

The boss walked up to everyone and said in moderation: "If the villagers can help me catch the thief, I am grateful, and I will treat you to this meal!"

I watched my grandfather stand up and say something, but the villagers around him were so happy that they were beating gongs and drums.

All of a sudden, the sound of shouting and the idea of trying came flooding the world, and finally stuffed my grandfather's words into my stomach.

Many young and vigorous young men had already come out, and they were obligated to shout at this head: "Like the most hated thief in our village, if you catch it, you must report it to the official!"

Someone shouted: "What kind of food are you going to eat when this kind of thing happens, let's hurry up and catch the thief, maybe they haven't gone far yet!"

The boss added at this time, whoever can catch it will have a heavy reward.

It was because of this sentence that the entire birthday party was completely dissolved.

My grandfather sighed, I don't know what this guy thinks, he didn't tell me to walk back alone, and the village chief naturally bore the brunt of the support.

Led most of the villagers to catch the thief everywhere at once, in fact, I think it will hell if I can catch it.

When we were gone, we were left to give first, and that's when I went back to the kitchen.

The boss was out of ideas.

I could only mumble behind us, "I swear there is absolutely no homicide in our hotel, then I didn't do it, and it shouldn't have been my waiter!"

As I walked to the kitchen, I said, "I know you didn't do it, because you've been calling us in the hall, but why are you sure it wasn't the waiter who did it?"

As a result, the boss told me with a smile that it was because the waiter had no reason to do it.