Chapter 112: A Wicked Woman Eats Malatang. (7)
The kitchen was a horrific sight.
The floor was covered in red liquid, with mangled flesh, chopped bones, and various soft and hard objects scattered about.
The stench was so terrible that everyone reflexively covered their mouths and noses.
Someone with a weak stomach made a faint retching sound.
And the culprit of this disaster shouted while holding a sharp knife:
“It wasn’t me! I, I couldn’t have done this!”
Qing looked at the scene and thought:
Why waste all this perfectly good food?
Malatang oil was all over the floor, with pitiful meat, vegetables, tofu, and noodles floating in it.
Qing snapped in an annoyed voice:
“Hey, what do you mean it wasn’t you? Aren’t you that so-called Greatest Chef Under Heaven?”
“Yes, I am Bai Changzi, the Greatest Chef Under Heaven. And these are all trash. Why? Why doesn’t it taste right? It shouldn’t taste like this. What’s wrong with it? Is it the stock? No, that’s fine. Has the Ma spice changed? No. The tender meat? It’s not that either.”