Anti-Japanese War: Starting from Yaobai

Chapter 2805 brings shame to the Kujo Family!

The chefs looked at the dishes they had carefully prepared and breathed a sigh of relief, as if a huge stone in their hearts had finally fallen to the ground.

Their faces showed tired yet somewhat expectant expressions, expecting Kujo Miyakita who had been sitting in the chair with his eyes closed.

At this moment, Kujo Miyakita seemed to be still immersed in his own world, and seemed indifferent to everything around him.

But when his eyes swept over the dishes, a barely perceptible strange color flashed in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, walked to the dining table, and began to taste every dish.

He first picked up a piece of "steamed sea bass", put it in his mouth, chewed it carefully, and a look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

Then he tasted a piece of "Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs" and narrowed his eyes slightly, seeming to be very satisfied with the dish as well.

When he saw the exquisite fruit platter, a hint of amazement flashed in his eyes again. He picked up a piece of fruit and put it in his mouth, with a satisfied smile on his face.

He ate every dish and burped all the time. Finally, he picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and took a bite. The sweet taste made him nod again.

The chefs looked at Kujo Miyabi nervously, not daring to breathe, waiting for Kujo Miyabi to finish eating and give them a fair evaluation.

But unexpectedly, at this moment, Jiujo Gongbei's expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "What is this you made? It's simply rubbish! You are a bunch of trash, you all deserve to die."

At this point, Jiujo Miyakita slammed his chopsticks down, pointed at the "steamed sea bass" and shouted angrily: "This fish is overcooked, the fish meat is as tough as tree bark, how can it be fresh and tender? And this sauce is so salty and bitter, are you trying to choke me to death?"

Then, he pointed at the "Sweet and Sour Spare Ribs" with a look of disgust on his face: "These spare ribs are fried so much that they still have the smell of oil, and the sweet and sour sauce is not evenly coated. When I take a bite, it's sweet and sour, and there is no fusion of flavors at all. Are you kitchen apprentices?"

Looking at the exquisite fruit platter again, Jiujo Gongbei kicked over the fruit plate stand next to him, and the fruits fell to the ground: "The fruits are cut crookedly and the presentation is not aesthetically pleasing. This is not a platter, it's clearly a rice field! And this osmanthus cake is too sweet and has a rough texture. Did you make it with sandpaper?"

When the chefs heard this series of accusations, they turned pale with fear, their legs softened, and they fell to their knees, kowtowed, and begged for mercy: "Please spare us, Madam! Please spare us, Madam! We have really tried our best, please give us another chance!"

Jiujo Miyakita's eyes rolled, and a cruel and playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He slowly squatted down, patted the head chef's face, and said grimly:

"You bunch of rubbish, I wanted to chop you up and feed you to the dogs. However, we, the Imperial Japanese Army, have always been merciful. Since you still have some sincerity, I will give you a chance to live."

When the chefs heard this, a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes, and they quickly raised their heads and looked at Kujo Miyakita with anticipation.

Jiujo Miyakita stood up, folded his hands over his chest, and said coldly: "Among the chefs present, only three can survive. You decide for yourselves whether to fight each other or work together to find a chance to escape. However, don't blame me for not reminding you, there are sentries of the Imperial Army all around here. If you dare to play tricks, none of you will survive!"

After hearing what Kujo Miyakita said, the chefs were shocked at first, then turned to look at the Japanese soldiers around them who were armed with guns and had fierce eyes, and each of them was scared pale.

They knew in their hearts that they had no chance of winning under such heavy siege, and escaping was a pipe dream.

Kujo Miyakita looked at the chefs' desperate and frightened expressions, with the corners of his mouth curled up as if they were about to split to the back of his head. He crossed his arms across his chest, with an attitude of watching a good show, and sneered from time to time.

Finally, one of the chefs couldn't stand the pressure anymore. With a fierce look in his eyes, he rushed to his companion, grabbed his neck with both hands, and shouted frantically:

"It's all your fault. If the dishes you cooked hadn't been not to Madam Tai's liking, we wouldn't have ended up in this situation!" The chef who was knocked down by him struggled hard, waving his hands wildly, trying to break free, but his strength was gradually exhausted and his eyes began to roll back.

When the other chefs saw this scene, some were so scared that they stood there in shock, while others seemed to have the demons in their hearts ignited and joined in this crazy fight.

For a moment, the yard was in chaos, with shouting and fighting sounds coming one after another.

A tall chef, wielding a kitchen knife, randomly hacked at the people around him. Every time he hacked, he let out a beast-like roar:

"I don't want to die. I will kill anyone who stands in my way!"

A thin chef got his arm scratched by a kitchen knife and blood was flowing. He stepped back in horror but was kicked to the ground by the chef behind him. Then, several chefs rushed up and beat and kicked him.

Jiujo Miyakita looked at the bloody and crazy scene in front of him, the excitement in his eyes became more intense, he became more crazy and cruel, sometimes clapping and cheering, sometimes laughing crazily: "Fight, keep fighting, good fight! Let me see how cruel you can be!"

As time went on, the chefs' strength gradually ran out and the fighting gradually subsided.

Injured or dead chefs were lying on the ground, their blood had dyed the bluestone bricks in the yard red, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Kujo Miyakita looked at the three chefs who were lying on the ground with wounds all over their bodies. He walked over slowly, kicked one of them, and said with a sneer, "You are lucky to have survived for the time being. However, you must serve me well in the future! But you must remember, if you make any mistakes again, don't blame me for being rude."

At this point, Kujo Miyakita waved his hand, and the Japanese soldiers took the chef Sanming away.

It can be said that Kujo Miyakita likes all the dishes cooked by these chefs very much.

But the purpose of calling these chefs was not to eat, but to vent his anger and resentment.

He returned with a crushing defeat and heavy losses in this raid, and faced reprimands from the commanders of his headquarters. I'm afraid that even his father can't do anything this time.

And just yesterday, when he came back, he received a telegram from his father. His father scolded him, saying that he had brought shame to the Kujo family and asked him to pack up and go back to Japan immediately.

But he didn't want to leave because the Dragon Boat Festival had become his nightmare.

He wanted to kill the other person, no matter what the cost.

But his father became even angrier after hearing what he said. Because the imperial army had suffered heavy losses in several battles, even he could not continue to be so indulgent.

What's more, the whole of Japan does not belong to just his Kujo family, other families are also watching.

So this time, he needs to give an explanation to the emperor or other nobles no matter what!