Edward looked at the list in front of him, and had the feeling that his IQ was pressed to the ground and rubbed.

Is the 'feeling of heartache' just a list?

What about the signature dish?

Can you eat this?

Give me something to eat!

FXXK!

Whew, swoop.

Edward held back the words that were about to burst out of his chest again, and glared at the waiter as he placed the glass of water in front of the pastry chef with a smile on his face.

"Ma'am, your 'lover's tears'."

The female pastry chef looked at the smiling messenger in a daze, and took a sip stupidly.

Then, exclaimed—

"It's spicy!"

"There's mustard in it!"

As she spoke, the female pastry chef couldn't help but shed tears.

The waiter smiled unchangeably.

He took a few steps back and stood in the doorway.

"Have a nice meal."

After saying that, he retreated, and the door of the private room was tightly closed.

Edward, who couldn't hold back any longer, roared.

"Black shop!"

"Bad review!"

"I want to complain!"

Voices echoed through the room.

But the good sound insulation did not let any scolding go out.

You can't hear the water outside, and you can't hear the roar outside.

After three minutes of cursing, Edward stopped and began to gasp for air.

The female pastry chef looked at the expressionless Jason, and then at the panting Edward, who thought she should liven up the atmosphere.

"Hmm...... Nice set-up, you can see that the owner here is very experienced. ”

The female pastry chef whispered.

Crunch.

The spoon in Jason's hand was bent.

Edward's eyes were red and he stood up and walked out.

He wanted an explanation.

He opened the door, but the waiter stood at the door.

"I'll bring you a meal."

After speaking, he turned sideways and let go of the three waiters with plates behind him.

This time, instead of being covered by a silver cover, Edward could clearly see the three steaks, soup, and bread.

Edward frowned and moved out of the way.

The price of three steaks is different from 66 pieces, but it's better than a glass of water, right?

So, this is the main meal?

Just a joke?

Edward thought and began to comfort himself.

Back at the table, Edward looked at Jason with an embarrassed but not rude smile on his face.

"Surprise, right?"

Jason didn't answer, just frowned and looked at the food in front of him.

The smell of decay and mixed fragrance became more and more intense.

Floating from the food in front of you.

The female pastry chef suddenly remembered something.

"Is there a 20% service charge for private rooms at Amida Restaurant?"

The female pastry chef asked the waiter.

"Yes."

The waiter smiled and nodded.

Sweet smile and perfect etiquette.

The smile that Edward had worked so hard to maintain was gone again.

66+66x0，2=79.2！

For the charge of 4-5 pieces for a regular steak, it can be said to be extremely expensive.

Edward, who felt a little comforted just now, felt that the owner of Amida's restaurant was a complete profiteer, and such a person should be executed.

Grief and anger turn to appetite.

Edward had just picked up the fork and was about to reach for the steak when Jason suddenly spoke.

"Wait."

Edward looked at Jason, who picked up the plate and sniffed it carefully.

"What's wrong?"

Edward asked.

"I smelled X hemp and XX shells inside, mixed with something I couldn't confirm."

"If you don't want anything abnormal in your body, I suggest you don't eat it."

Jason finally remembered the familiar tastes.

Under the old man's hands, there were a few guys who were very keen on these things.

Jason thanked Bumin.

Each time, it will be dodged in advance.

But the residual smell was still hard for him to accept.

"What?"

Edward stood up.

After confirming that Jason was not joking, the face suddenly became serious.

Directly showed the police officer ID to the waiter.

"I want to see your chef and boss."

Looking at Edward's police ID, the waiter's smile could no longer be maintained.

"The chef is in the chef's lounge."

"The boss left in the morning and didn't come back for a while."

"I'll call you the chef."

After saying that, the waiter walked out.

Edward immediately followed smartly, and made a gesture to Jason to call the police.

As for why not hint to the female pastry chef?

I guess I instinctively think Jason is more reliable.

Edward followed the waiter towards the chef's lounge, while Jason looked at the female pastry chef.

"Go to the police."

There is a telephone in the Amida restaurant.

The female pastry chef ran over and dialed the phone directly—

"Hey, hello, I'm ......"

"You're you again?"

The operator lady instantly recognized the voice of the female pastry chef.

"Something happened at 15 Pea Point Road again?"

The operator asked.

"No, it's not Pea Corner."

"It's the Grilled Sausage Street Amida Restaurant."

"Mr. Edward told me to call the police."

The female pastry chef said.

"Director Edward?"

"Okay."

"I see."

The female operator's voice immediately became serious.

After hanging up the phone, the female pastry chef stood there with a little disappointment.

She thought there was food that could bring happiness.

Originally......

Just used that illegal drug.

The thought of the food tainted by the illegal drug suddenly made the female pastry chef feel angry again.

"Those who waste food will be punished......"

"Ahhhh

Before the thoughts in my heart could fully emerge, a scream suddenly sounded.

This scream was not blocked by the room, and there was no restraint, directly overpowering the melodious music in the restaurant.

The diners put down their utensils one after another, and subconsciously looked towards the place where the screams came from.

The same goes for female pastry chefs.

Scarlet!

In the main kitchen room on one side of the hall, blood was everywhere.

A man in a chef's uniform fell in a pool of blood.

The female pastry chef saw it.

Naturally, others saw it too.

Moreover, without the 'experience' of the female pastry chef in the morning, these people would not have been able to cover their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.

Therefore –

"Ahhh

"Ahhh

Screams came and went.

Some of the guests even stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't move!"

"I'm a cop!"

"Everybody's back in place."

Edward yelled with his gun and police badge aloft.

There was silence in the hall, and the panicked guests sat down again.

Jason was present in the main kitchen room at the first scream, the body crawling face down on the floor, neatly dressed, with a cut on the back of his head, which was a fatal wound.

There was some messiness in the room, but there was no clear murder weapon.

The corpse was still warm to the touch, and there were no corpse spots or zombies.

The windows of the room were closed, as was the door when entered.

Jason instinctively searched for information.

And at this time, a voice of doubt suddenly came-

"What's going on?"