The three diners are in competition.

Seeing this situation, it seems that she should not be kind enough to congratulate herself.

However, the two of them had a bit of a dish, and even if she got a brief lead, and by the way, she also got the lighter box that the witch wanted, and she still had a feeling of victory.

Milk Candy sighed in the sea of knowledge.

"Alas, if I had known that it was so troublesome here, I should have opened a shield for the master to prevent him from discovering you."

"It's difficult, I wasn't caught, I crossed the line."

Lan Shuying finished correcting it, and thought again, the soldier is the protagonist of the lighter box plot, he hasn't met the princess yet, there shouldn't be an accident in the royal city, right?

Not right either.

The aura of the soldier's protagonist, it seems that the most restrained are witches and princes, and those people almost die when they touch him.

This is because, during the period when the story was created, the middle and lower class people liked to hear the story of this kind of poor boy counterattacking and marrying Bai Fumei, and the rotten upper class aristocrats were the objects of disgust.

But when the soldier is faced with poverty and characters of the same class, the protagonist's aura is not so big - as long as he can't summon those three dogs, he is a scumbag.

The lighter box has been taken away by her, and the protagonist has lost his golden finger, so the plot line should be changed......

Lan Shuying was thinking about it when she heard someone snap her fingers.

The conveyor belt transporting the food reappeared, slamming two basins of ice water onto the wounded's face. After waking up the severed hand duo, the mad chef loudly announced:

"The second round of the game is about to begin!"

Two half-asleep men sat up suddenly.

The two of them looked at the crazy chef as if they had seen the devil, and rubbed back with white faces, just wanting to stay away from the mad chef.

They moved too much, and another stream of blood rushed out of their wrists.

"Aren't you all hurting......" Lan Shuying said quietly.

The gray vest and the soldier subconsciously looked at their wrists and shook their heads with a blank expression.

#我好像被砍了手...... Wait, why should I use "as if"? #

The mad chef drew their attention back with two weird laughs.

"Don't be nervous, my dear guests, the requirements for this level are just as simple."

This time, three tongues appeared behind their backs at the same time.

The one behind Lan Shuying was the most dishonest, and he actually smacked her on the back shoulder!

Slimy, disgusting.

She endured without a struggle and listened quietly to the rules of the game.

"You will be sent to a separate operation room, remember, you must be attentive to appreciate the hard work of the chef, the ingredients are precious, do not waste them!"

In the next second, Lan Shuying suddenly lost weight and was dragged into the back kitchen.

Boom!

A wooden door was slammed shut in front of her.

This is the so-called operation room, which is not very large, except for the large desk in the middle, there are only two aisles, one of which faces the only door, which is directly capped, and there are no windows.

She patted her head.

It's that she's thinking too much.

It's impossible to get out in such a place, and there's no need to consider the chances of a successful escape room.

The mad chef's sneer came straight to her ears.

"What are you thinking? Escape? ”

Lan Shuying grimaced, and said seriously: "I'm just researching if there is any invisible storage space here." ”

"Storage...... Space? ”

"Otherwise, are you asking us to operate the air?"

There was a pause.

Then, the ceiling suddenly cracked, and something tied up fell onto the desk.

The crack quickly closed.

For a few seconds, Lan Shuying saw that the upper layer of the ceiling was a dense mist, like a dangerous area near the space-time vortex.

Her instinct told her that if she had tried to escape through the crack just now, the effect would be to refer to herself jumping into the meat grinder.

Eyes move to the desk.

The eyes are facing each other.

She blinked, "Hello?" ”

The other party replied to her in the exact same voice and tone: "Hello? ”

This is also a rabbit with gray fur.

Suit, jeans, martin boots, exactly the same as what she was wearing.

Of course, the body doesn't make a difference.

Milk Candy was surprised: "It's like looking in the mirror!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not tied up as a dumpling."

Lan Shuying wrinkled her nose and found that the other party had also made this action.

But there will be a three-second gap between them.

It's like a programmed artificial retardation.

She recalled the mad chef's confession: "Ingredients are precious, don't waste them." ”

So, this rabbit is actually the ingredient she was assigned to?

Mad Chef's words confirmed her idea.

"Distinguished guests, welcome to our role-play time! Each and every one of you is a chef at our restaurant, so use your imagination as much as you can and carefully handle the 'ingredients' in front of you so that they are eligible to be served to my table! ”

Behind the two walls on the left and right, there were two exclamations in unison.

Lan Shuying couldn't help but feel sympathy.

She's a copy of Milo, the gray rabbit, and she's slaughtering a rabbit when she turns the sky upside down.

And in the two operating rooms next door......

On the left, the gray vest and "himself" stare face to face;

On the right, the soldier clutches "himself" by the collar, and both faces are annoyed.

The mad chef let out a wild laugh: "Why don't you start yet?" Friends, get moving, just like you usually do with turkey, and the game begins! ”

All three operating rooms were silent.

Lan Shuying lifted the tied gray rabbit: "Hey......"

"What's the matter?" The mad chef replied.

"Tools, tools! Not a single knife is provided, do you want us to bite with our mouths? Lan Shuying was speechless.

“…… Oh! It was my negligence. ”

The mad chef snapped his fingers again.

"Well, now whatever tool you need, just come up with what it looks like and it'll be at your fingertips."

"Thank you so much."

Lan Shuying grimaced, and simply twisted the gray rabbit's neck.

Reach out, the first one is a peeling knife.

She cut the rope and stripped the gray rabbit of his obstructive suit and shoes, quickly unraveling a barely damaged rabbit skin.

Next, she made up for a small scalpel.

Yes, the desk had been used by her as an operating table, and it wasn't long before the large rabbit was dissected.

Through this dissection, she has a better understanding of the body she is using, and she is a step closer than the ghost pupil's internal vision.

The mad chef watched back and forth in three rooms.

The middle one he couldn't understand the most, what the hell was this rabbit doing?!

But can he say that she spoiled the ingredients? It doesn't seem to be ......

Plate after plate, pieces of meat, blood vessels, bones, offal......

The classification was accurate, even the rabbit blood was received into the bottle, and not a drop was wasted.

Lan Shuying put down the knife, and after a series of operations, she didn't feel tired: "Is this okay?" ”

Mad Chef: "......"

"How dare you lie to me! You say you don't cook! ”

But this sword skill?!

Lan Shuying blinked innocently: "I mean I don't know how to cook." ”

She didn't say she couldn't even cut a rabbit.

"You've practiced so many times!!" The mad chef was even angrier.

"No, you're mistaken." "You don't know anything about medicine. ”