It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Liu Zheng didn't know which was more cruel, being brutally killed or being turned into food, and he didn't want to know.

He is just an ordinary person struggling to survive in the metropolis, and in his attempt to stay alive he is becoming increasingly inhuman.

All he could do was to make a note of it and, if he had the chance, tear off the thing he had sold to Britain and stuff it into his own fart swallow.

"You will pay for your rudeness later."

The white-feathered chicken said coldly.

The kitchen is the most important department in the Bloody Restaurant, and the chef's authority is absolute, even to employees in other departments.

"Don't be offended, Master Chef. You know, I'm not in a very good mental state. I'm sick again."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Why don't you try the soup I made first to calm your temper."

"Soup? Are you qualified to make soup?"

The white-feathered chicken looked disdainful.

As the chef of a bloody restaurant, it can to some extent tell the level of other people's cooking skills.

In its eyes, Liu Zheng’s cooking skills are not as good as those of the calico cat.

"How will you know if you don't try?"

He took the soup pot out of the takeout box.

"I don't even need to try to know that what you cooked up is a pot of piss. Huh?"

The white-feathered chicken flapped its wings slightly, separating the aroma of the soup from the complex smells of the kitchen.

"This pot of urine, no, this pot of soup, did you really make it?"

It took a deep breath, a look of disbelief on its face.

Chapter 175 Napoleon: Let You Have a Taste of Britain

“I can’t say that I did it all, but I did play an irreplaceable role.”

Liu Zheng said modestly.

"Huh, I think you're just an ingredient."

As the chef of the Bloody Restaurant, Napoleon saw through the truth at a glance.

"That's understandable. How does it taste?"

"Hmph, you won't know until you try it."

Napoleon said.

"Then please taste it."

Liu Zheng made a gesture of invitation.

"Salmon, get my spoon."

Napoleon shouted.

"Oh."

The calico cat dropped the vegetable leaves in his hand, picked up a soup spoon and trotted over.

"Wow, what a delicious soup, can I have some?"

It sniffed and asked.

"You'll have to ask him. This is his soup."

Napoleon took the spoon and said.

"Liu Zheng, can I have your soup?"

The calico cat looked at Liu Zheng expectantly.

"Uh sure."

Looking at Napoleon's half-smile, he had no choice but to speak.

"You are so nice. I will get you some dried fish later."

The calico cat said happily.

Napoleon scooped a spoonful from the soup pot and put it into his beak.

There are no clothes popping, no glowing lights, and no colorful special effects.

Napoleon just smiled slightly, then his face turned stern.

"The cooking time is good and the seasoning is reasonable, but the soup is too light and the base flavor is too thin to be considered elegant."

It commented.

"I will pass your comments on to the cook of this soup, but she may have a different opinion."

Liu Zheng said.

"Humph, my evaluation is final, who dares to have an opinion?"

Napoleon said proudly.

"I can't say anything else, but when it comes to cooking soup, that cook not only has opinions, but they are also very opinionated. In fact, this pot of soup is her declaration of war against you."

"War letter?"

Napoleon's eyes were sharp and full of disdain.

"Based on this pot of soup, she doesn't deserve it."

“What if we add this soup pot?”

he asked.

"Ok?"

"That chef's name is Guokou Tangzi, and she's the leader of the Extreme Flavor Group. She asked me to challenge you to a soup-cooking competition, and the stakes are half of this soup pot."

Liu Zheng said.

"I've heard of the Extreme Flavor Group. It turns out they also had a brand in the Metropolitan catering industry, but they were caught using banned seasonings in the Metropolitan Food Contest, were disqualified from the competition, had their brand removed, and then disappeared. It turns out they're still alive."

Napoleon recalled and said.

"The Metropolitan Food Contest?"

"That's right. It's a semi-official competition. The winners can get rewards such as priority purchasing of ingredients. The top three can also get the right to purchase some regulated ingredients. The champion can even get the opportunity to purchase ingredients outside the border."

"But the schedule is not fixed. Sometimes it's held once a year, and sometimes it's not held for ten years. The last Metropolitan Food Contest seems to have been five years ago."

Napoleon said.

"With the abundance of resources in the metropolis, do we still need to go outside the border to purchase food?"

He couldn't help but complain.

"There are always some ingredients that are not available in the metropolis. Scarcity makes things valuable. No matter how valuable these ingredients are outside, they are more expensive than gold in the metropolis."

"Also, the water and soil in the metropolis are different from those outside. The same food grown in the metropolis will be different from that grown outside."

Napoleon explained.

“I don’t feel any difference.”

"Nonsense, you've never eaten imported ingredients."

Napoleon looked at him with contempt.

Liu Zheng didn't say anything, but he despised the white-feathered chicken in his heart.

He had never eaten ingredients imported from outside the border, but he had eaten ingredients from another world, and he ate them every day.

Why is a chicken in a well who can only stay in the kitchen so proud?

"So how many championships has our Bloody Restaurant won?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"You are still a human, but you ask such an idiotic question."

Napoleon looked at him with even more contempt.

???

"Our Bloody Restaurant still needs to participate in the competition, of course we are going to be the judge."

Napoleon said as a matter of course.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng nodded perfunctorily.

Okay, you have managed to pretend to be awesome.

"This Guokou Tangzi probably wants to defeat the Bloody Restaurant to revive the reputation of the Extreme Flavor Group. It's a good plan."

Napoleon sneered.

"Then you want to compete?"

"Compete, why not. The cooking skills of the Extreme Flavor Group are not up to par, but this soup pot is indeed a good thing. It's a pity to leave it in their hands. But I can't go out, so let her come in for the competition."

Napoleon said.

As the head chef, you can still let outsiders in as long as there is a legitimate reason.

Winning the soup pot and improving the restaurant's soup quality is a legitimate reason.

Of course, whether the soup can still come out of the pot after the competition is another matter.

"No, you each cook your own soup, and I'll pass it to the other person to taste. As for the result of the competition, Guokou Tangzi said that she believes in your level and integrity as a top chef."

Liu Zheng said.

"As for moral integrity, she would flatter me. But it's not impossible."

Napoleon said.

It certainly won't cheat, but if it loses to the soup in the pot, that's actually no big deal.

The culinary skills of the Bloody Restaurant must be the best in the metropolis, but there is no requirement to be the best in every category.

Otherwise, Si Xue wouldn't have to do anything else every day but interview new chefs.

As for the soup in the pot being dishonest, there is no need to worry about it.

Napoleon couldn't leave, but that doesn't mean he couldn't influence the outside world.

They are just a group of extremely delicious dishes whose signature dishes have been removed. If they dare to cheat, I will make them the chef’s recommended dishes tomorrow.

"Then I'll contact her to confirm the time and content of the game?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"Okay, but tell her that I want the whole soup pot. If she wins, I can give her a flower basket."

Napoleon said.

"What flower basket?"

"Chef Napoleon of Bloody Restaurant, congratulations to the Extreme Flavor Group for reopening. I hope they can get their brand back soon and reach new heights."

"Just this one flower basket is more effective than her sending 10 million to the city hall."

Napoleon held his head high and looked very domineering.

"Great, great. Huh?"

Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.

Since it is a competition, and there are no judges, why not.

"Master Chef, can I invite Captain Dragonfly to be the referee?"

Liu Zheng asked.