After hesitating for a while at the door of this restaurant called [Poisoned Food], Liao Liang still mustered up his courage and decided to face the reality calmly.

"Is anyone there? I'm here to apply for a delivery person. ”

Pushing open the door, affected by the name of poison food and the exterior decoration, Liao Liang preconceived that there would be empty beams inside, and the decoration would be like a haunted house.

But I didn't expect that after entering the door, the inside was brightly lit and unexpectedly clean and tidy.

There are very few places that can make Liao Liang say that they are clean, but this restaurant called [Poisoned Food] definitely meets this standard.

The tables and chairs are meticulously arranged, and no matter which angle you look at, they are neat and tidy, without a millimeter of error.

The wallpaper is pasted without omission, no more, no less paste, perfect full coverage.

Looking at the tableware on the table, the knives and forks are polished to shine, and the chopsticks are also placed like works of art participating in the exhibition, with a different kind of brilliance.

Liao Liang felt that the owner of this restaurant was very tasty, and unconsciously had a trace of anticipation.

But it's strange that it's the peak time for lunch, so why wouldn't a restaurant with such a perfect style even have a single customer?

"Hmm, are you here to apply for a job as a delivery person for our store?"

Just as Liao Liang was looking at the restaurant, he heard Liao Liang's voice, and a young man who looked about his age came out of the side kitchen.

The young man, dressed in a white chef's suit and carrying a silver plate in his hand, walked with grace and grace that attracted attention.

However, what attracted Liao Liang the most about this young man was not his temperament, but his white hair like snow, which was exactly the same as his hair.

"Spiritual power rushing?" asked Liao Liang by pointing to the white-haired youth's hair.

The white-haired young man was stunned when he heard this, glanced at Liao Liang's also snow-white hair, and suddenly understood, and said with an embarrassed expression, "What's that...... I dyed it myself. ”

Liao Liang: "......"

Dude, you win.

Liao Liang's sense of distance from the white-haired youth is +1000

After a period of embarrassment, it was the white-haired young man who broke the dull atmosphere first, stretched out his hand to Liao Liang, and introduced himself, "Hello, I am the owner, chef and partner of this [Poison Food] Mo Mo, you can call me Mo Chef." ”

Liao Liang also stretched out his hand to shake him, and reported the name "Tho Xin Liang." ”

"Well, huh?" Mo Mo was stunned again, what is the situation with this brother? Why is it suddenly cold.

Seeing Mo Mo's stunned expression, Liao Liang was already accustomed to it, and added an explanation, "My surname is Tho, my name is Liang, you can call me Ah Liang." ”

"Ah...... Ah Liang!" Mo Mo tugged at the corners of his mouth and said reluctantly.

After reporting each other's names, Liao Liang did not procrastinate, and went directly to the point.

"Chef Mo, I heard that you are recruiting exclusive delivery personnel, do you think I can do it. ”

Hearing this, Mo Mo didn't think about it, and stretched out three fingers towards Liao Liang and said, "Okay, as long as you can complete my three conditions, you will be admitted." ”

"Speak, please. When Liao Liang heard this, he was very excited.

"First of all, eat the dish I just made. ”

With that, Mo Mo turned around and walked into the kitchen, and walked out three seconds later, with a freshly baked dish on the silver plate in his hand.

"This is my specialty, the Exotic Crystal Chicken. The ingredients are six-winged anchovy chicken, marinated with my exclusive ingredients, steamed in the water of Jinghu Lake, and seasoned with a special dipping sauce, wrapping your tongue to experience a different delicious feast. ”

Mo Mo put the "Strange Crystal Chicken" on the dining table on the side, and after explaining confidently, he handed the chopsticks to Liao Liang's hand.

"Gollum!"

Staring at the delicate dishes in front of him, the pieces of chicken that were as clear as crystal, Liao Liang swallowed his saliva uncontrollably, took the chopsticks with a trembling right hand, and wanted to pick up a piece to taste.

But at this time, he suddenly remembered something, and the outstretched chopsticks paused in the air, and then retracted them.

"This chicken is not poisonous, right?" asked Liao Liang, turning his head towards Mo Mo.

Thinking of the name of this shop, combined with the fact that the meal was empty, an ominous premonition emerged in his heart.

This chicken can be poisonous.

"Ah Liang, what do you say? This chicken is a six-winged phoenix-tailed chicken, that's a great supplement!"

Mo Mo and Liao Liang's eyes collided in the air, looking at his sincere appearance, Liao Liang's mentality was also slightly relaxed, and he felt that the chicken should be really fine.

"The dipping sauce should be fine!"

Cautiously pointing to the black sauce in the small dish on the side, Liao Liang asked again.

"Ah Liang, this dipping sauce is a good thing, it is made of three rare herbs, and it is very replenished. Mo Mo replied with a calm expression and a clear heart.

Seeing that Mo Mo didn't look like a fake, Liao Liang was also hungry and panicked when he didn't eat lunch at this time, and this crystal chicken was indeed tempting. Reason was gradually suppressed by his appetite, and he raised the chopsticks in his hand again.

Sandwiched a piece of chicken and dipped it in the sauce and put it in his mouth, biting down his teeth, Liao Liang first felt the smoothness of the chicken skin, followed by the tenderness of the chicken. The teeth easily tear the chicken in half, and an innocent chicken smell is transmitted to the tip of the tongue through the bone and meat, and it lingers for a long time.

The ultimate indulgence, an unparalleled feast for the tongue. On the tip of Liao Liang's tongue, the six-winged phoenix-tailed chicken is like a phoenix nirvana, spreading its wings and singing for nine days.

"Delicious!"

There was no other appreciation, because all the adjectives were overshadowed by the deliciousness of the dish, and thousands of words were finally reduced to one sentence.

Delicious, well-deservedly delicious!

"It's almost time, and it's about to change. ”

Just when Liao Liang was feasting and getting carried away, Mo Mo, who was standing next to him, whispered a word in his mouth, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

The whispers of demons are sometimes like the voices of angels. While tasting the food, Liao Liang accidentally fell into the trap of Momo's language.

Indeed, Mo Mo had not told a lie before.

Whether it's a six-winged anchovy or a dipping sauce, it's really a great tonic.

But what he missed was that when these two great tonic things are fused with each other, they produce a kind of poison.

Mo Mo is actually a perfect patient with a deeper depth than Liao Liang in his bones, and what he pursues is the ultimate deliciousness.

He believes that poison is the perfect seasoning, and that those ways to destroy or reduce poison are an insult to food.

If you want to eat delicious food, you have to pay some price, even if it is the life of the eater.

Therefore, Momo never eats the food she makes, and uses it to trap others.