Weirdness is coming: Chen Mu Nugui started with trillions of ghost coins

Hearing what the chef said, Chen Mu's hand, which was about to take out the pre-prepared dish, suddenly paused.

The final right of interpretation lies with the chef? So overbearing?

You know, the taste of the food depends mainly on the judges' experience.

If a ghost is both a contestant and a judge, as long as it is stubborn enough and refuses to eat any of Chen Mu's pre-prepared dishes, even Chen Mu will be unable to do anything to it.

After all, Midnight Hotel is a restaurant and the food they cook is not to the point where you would want to die if you don't eat it.

It's obvious that this weird chef is very concerned about his reputation, so it's completely possible for him to resist eating.

No, we have to try another method.

Chen Mu thought for a moment and came up with a solution.

I wanted to compete with you in cooking skills (even though it wasn't me who cooked it), but you didn't give me the chance. So don't blame me for really showing off my skills.

Faced with the chef's demanding selection requirements, Chen Mu did not argue, but nodded calmly and said:

"Okay, you're the chef, and you have the final say on whether it tastes good or not. As long as you can resist the urge to move your chopsticks, even if I'm not as good as you and my skills are not as good as yours, I'll accept it.

But let me be frank with you, if you don’t eat the food I cook, I will take it away and put it away.”

The chef nodded. "Of course, go ahead. If you lose, hehe, I can tell you're a human. I'll treat you well with your meat."

I will slice your thighs into pieces of meat and cut your heart into flowers..."

The threat was obvious from the chef's tone.

Seeing a human who was not afraid of death, even though his identity was exposed, he dared to compete with the weird chef in cooking skills. The human diners who were eating hot pot around stood up and looked over here.

Everyone wants to see how Chen Mu commits suicide.

The waiter couldn't help but sigh. He accepted 2 paper money for the dead, but ended up not doing a good job. Not only did he fail to protect Chen Mu, but he also watched Chen Mu offend the chef.

The waiter felt somewhat guilty for taking the money but not doing anything good.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Chen Mu remained calm. He picked up an empty plate and muttered to himself:

“For hotpot, besides the soup base, what matters most is the freshness and quality of the ingredients.

Comparing our cooking skills is nothing more than competing our ingredients.

I admit that your ingredients are very fresh. They are freshly cut from human bodies and are even still beating.

To be honest, my ingredients are not as good as yours. They are all pre-prepared dishes, and they have been stored for who knows how many years.

but……"

At this point, Chen Mu raised a mysterious smile.

He casually took out something from the ring and waved his hand over the plate, and the first dish was placed on the plate.

"This is my first dish! Spicy gold bars!"

I saw five golden gold bars neatly stacked on the plate!

Each one weighs kilograms, and is worth tens of millions of ghost money!

Chen Mu picked up the seasoning bottle on the table and sprinkled some chili pepper on it, and a simple spicy gold bar was ready.

"Everyone knows that Guijin is precious, but few people know that Guijin can also be used to make hot pot. High-end ingredients often only require simple seasoning to be enjoyed."

Chen Mu said this and picked up another empty plate.

Five strange gold bars were placed in front of him. The golden color mixed with dark blood color almost blinded the chef's eyes.

The chef had imagined many situations. He thought he was knowledgeable and had tasted all kinds of rare ingredients.

There were ingredients that cost thousands of paper money for a single plate, and it had secretly eaten a lot of them in the kitchen, so it could be said that it had eaten them all.

No matter how powerful this human is, what delicious delicacies can he come up with?

It's strange that I'm a chef, and I've been a chef for hundreds of years. Is it possible that I don't even have this little self-control?

But...it never expected that this guy would not play by the rules.

Take five pieces of strange gold and place them on a plate to make the first dish.

I have been a chef for a hundred years, but this is the first time I have seen this method of cooking.

Is this reasonable?

But if you really want to find fault with it, there is nothing wrong with it.

The golden and dark red strange gold in front of it instantly made it unable to take its eyes away.

My monthly salary is very high, over 12 yuan, which is only 100 yuan a year. Even if I don't eat, drink or spend for 1000 years, I can save about million yuan.

But this plate of strange gold in front of him is already worth tens of millions of underworld coins!

My hundred years of hard work is not as valuable as someone else's dish?

At this moment, the chef fell into deep thought.

What have I been working so hard for for a hundred years?

Before it could figure it out, Chen Mu had already prepared the second dish.

"This is my second dish, the Qing Sha Gua Da Cui Fei." Chen Mu pointed at the three emerald green watches on the plate and said:

"Hotpot always has hard dishes, which can cause indigestion. At this time, you need green vegetables and a combination of meat and vegetables.

These pieces of strange jadeite are emerald green all over. When they are put into hot pot and boiled for a while, they can emit the fragrance of money. They can be used to decorate food and are also pleasing to the eye. "

The chef was shocked again. Each of these watches was very valuable, starting at at least five million ghost coins!

Just take any piece and it will be enough for you to work hard for fifty years!

Suddenly, the chef's heart, which had stopped beating, began to pound with excitement.

The onlookers all stared with eyes wide open, looking at the scene in disbelief.

Then, Chen Mu took out a stack of paper money and put it into the napkin box next to him. "It's easy for oil to splash when eating hot pot. If you don't accidentally spill it on your hands, you can wipe it with a tissue."

A stack of paper money for the dead would cost at least 50,000 yuan!

The waiter was breathing hard, using paper money to wipe his hands? He had never been so bold in his dreams.

The chef's eyes widened as he thought about how he had to work more than twenty hours a day, all year round, like a machine in the kitchen, just to earn a little money.

And what is in front of me is enough to save me two hundred years of struggle!

This is the next two hundred years. I can be free and unrestrained. I don’t have to be trapped in the small space of the kitchen, surrounded by oil smoke all day long.

This is not two dishes, this is a door to freedom and liberation!

Now they are quietly lying in front of you, allowing you to use them as you please.

You just need to reach out and make them yours.

Anyone who can resist taking it must be a god.

There were countless eyes nearby, all staring at him intently.

The chef could imagine how many onlookers would want to rush over if he didn't take it.

At this time, Chen Mu smiled mysteriously again, and he pretended to be regretful and said:

"These excellent ingredients cannot be wasted. It seems that this chef is not impressed by me. In this case, in order not to waste the ingredients, I can only share them with his colleagues.

Other chefs and waiters in the kitchen, if your chef doesn't want it, you can come and get it at will."