Chapter 1592 - A Customer Who Brings His Own Ingredient (2/2)

“When I ask you to cook it, you will do as I said… Don’t give me all that bullshit! If you failed to cook it well…you will all die with the fish!” the customer said, his head still bowed. As he was talking, rainwater dripped from his vest and fell on the floor, filling the air with an eerie sound.

“I… I…” Liu Mu’s head was blank. ‘What did this guy just say? If we fail to cook it well… we will all die with the fish? He must be joking, isn’t he?’

“Go now!” the man snapped, his voice seemingly capable of stunning one’s soul.

Liu Mu shuddered. With a splash, the fat carp flew into his hands. The slippery and cold touch made his face turn white with fear. He was in a dilemma now, not knowing whether he should take the fish or not.

“This fish… I’ll cook it.” The master chef put down his bowl and chopsticks and stood up, frowning. The restaurant finally had its first customer of the day, but it was one who came with his own ingredient… It seemed that the restaurant was really well on the way to closing down.

He came to Liu Mu’s side, reached out a hand, and caught the fish.

“Oh, this is a fat fish… How do you like me to cook it? Fish Head Tofu Soup?” The master chef smiled. There was a flash of surprise in his eyes as he pinched the carp. He had never seen a fish so fat, not to mention that it was still so lively after leaving the water for so long.

“You decide… Cook it well, and you’ll be rewarded. Otherwise, you will die with the fish.” The man’s head was still bowed.

Bu Fang picked up a slice of meat, ate it, then glanced at the customer.

The man seemed to sense the gaze. Slowly, he raised his head. Droplets of water fell from his wet, tangled hair. He had a pale, bloodless face, and his eyes seemed to glow with a ghostly green gleam.

Bu Fang looked at the man, then at the fat fish in the master chef’s hand. At the moment, the chef was walking toward the kitchen with the fish. He was very confident in his cooking. In fact, he itched to cook the fish as soon as he saw it.

Liu Mu was a little afraid when he saw the master chef enter the kitchen, so he shrank back to Bu Fang’s side. For some reason, he found that he felt safe when staying beside Bu Fang. He pulled out his smartphone, opened the browser, and started to search for something…

While he was searching, Bu Fang rose to his feet, turned, and stepped into the kitchen. He felt something strange in that fish.

“The strange event of the city of Jiangdong: The Luming Restaurant at Peace Road found all its chefs, including its master chef and apprentice chefs, dead!”

“The owner of Baiyu Restaurant at Tianxin Street is missing, while the chefs all died in a tragic yet bizarre way…”

“Bizarre events plaguing chefs? Strange fish scales were found in the restaurant where chefs died tragically…”

Liu Mu’s face turned pale. As he read the news, his heart began to beat faster and faster. He knew Luming Restaurant. It was a very popular restaurant on Peace Road. He was familiar with the Baiyu Restaurant as well… Although the latter’s business was not as good as the first one, it was not bad either.

However, the chefs in both restaurants were dead, and… many fish scales were found? Fish scales?

Liu Mu’s lips were shivering. He suddenly felt his hands slimy and disgusting, so he quickly wiped them on his clothes. He looked up, wanting to tell Bu Fang the news. Now, only Bu Fang with his unflinching face could make him feel safe.

But Bu Fang was nowhere to be found when he raised his head. The restaurant was very quiet. The only sound was the sound of his own breathing and the sound of rainwater dripping from the customer’s vest to the floor.

‘Dammit… How could you leave me alone here?!’ Liu Mu wanted to weep. Grabbing his phone, he was about to get up and run into the kitchen as fast as he could when a pale hand came resting on his shoulder.

Liu Mu stammered, “I…”

“Be quiet… You’re very noisy.”

A hoarse voice rang out. Shaking violently, Liu Mu jerked his head and looked to his side. He immediately saw a pale face, a pair of ghostly green eyes, and wet hair that tangled together, dripping with water. At this moment, the green eyes were staring at him from less than an inch away…

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In the kitchen, the master chef put the fish in a basket. He was good at cooking fish dishes. At first, he thought of making Fish Head Tofu Soup, but then he realized that the dish did not need the whole fish. Fearing that the customer would accuse him of wasting the fish, he changed his mind.

He decided to cook Boiled Fish, which was one of his best dishes.

Instead of processing the fish, he went ahead to prepare the other ingredients. From a large fridge, he took out cucumbers, bean sprouts, black fungus, and some other things. Then, he chopped them and set them aside on a plate for later use. After that, he began to prepare the Boiled Fish’s soup, which was the most crucial part of the dish.

When Bu Fang walked into the kitchen, the master chef had already begun to process the fish. Holding a sharp knife in one hand, he grabbed it out of the basket to remove its scales.

Bu Fang stood at the kitchen’s entrance and watched with an indifferent face.

The master chef was methodical in his movements. He scraped away the fish scales, which flew in all directions and made a faint noise as they fell to the floor. After the scales, he removed the bones, sliced the fish, and sent them into the wok for a hot oil bath.

Sizzle…

A spoonful of hot oil was poured into a stainless steel basin. The shredded cucumbers and black fungus could be vaguely seen in it, and after sprinkling in some chopped scallions, the Boiled Fish was ready to serve.

Carrying the basin, the master chef turned around and saw Bu Fang. That gave him pause.

“Hey, Bu Fang. Why are you here? I’ll bring this to the customer. Help me clean up the kitchen,” he said, smiling. After that, he walked past Bu Fang and left the kitchen.

Bu Fang turned his head and glanced at the Boiled Fish in the stainless steel basin. His eyebrow arched a little. Then, he walked up to the stove.

The floor was littered with fish scales, while fish bones scattered the stove.

Bu Fang took a deep breath, reached a hand into the basket, and… pulled out a lively fat fish. It was the same fat carp the strange customer had brought. At this moment, the fish was grinning at him.