Menu and Ingredients

"... Are you that surprised?"

Seeing Bai Zhi's reaction beside her, Fireworks of Romance's lips twitched slightly, and she began to speak.

"Because the dish I made last night didn't satisfy it, it said it would come to my room again tonight. You know how annoying that thing is, I still haven't recovered from the taste of the dish I made yesterday... So I thought I'd go to your place to hide tonight."

"What was that thing that came looking for you yesterday?"

Bai Zhi turned his head and glanced at the other person, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"An Assembled Anomaly Toy Model."

As if recalling some unpleasant memories, Fireworks of Romance's expression darkened slightly.

"It's roughly like attaching the Figurine of Hatsune Miku figure to the head of a Black Tiger Afo Figurine, and replacing the limbs with insect-like segmented limbs. Just its appearance alone is full of absurdity... In short, it's quite bizarre."

"A model kit... what dish does it make you cook?"

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Bai Zhi asked Fireworks of Romance beside him.

"There's no menu requirement for Midnight Snack Time; it's all up to the individual. However, some Diner choose to bring their own ingredients, which can be quite troublesome... Last night, Dawn Lord encountered this situation."

Fireworks of Romance shook her head, and began to speak, seemingly with a lot of resentment.

"Because that customer said they wanted something light, I made Tomato Scrambled Tomatoes last night. But you'd never guess what happened—I got bitten by one of the tomatoes! None of the ingredients in the kitchen are normal... Anyway, because of the rules, I can't even attack them, let alone kill them. So tonight I was thinking of going to your place to take refuge. It's such a small matter... how about it?"

Fireworks of Romance was slightly taken aback when she saw the Number Plate that Bai Zhi handed her.

"The Customer is God, how can you have such thoughts towards Customer?"

Bai Zhi shoved the Number Plate in his hand into the other person's hand, his face full of righteous indignation.

"Alright then, I'll stake my name 128th Generation Successor of Chūka Ichiban! on this Customer tonight."

Fireworks of Romance: "..."

In the short time they were talking, they had already walked out of that long corridor and stepped into a completely new place.

From the outside, this new place looks a bit like a hotel Back Kitchen, but it is significantly larger in size.

In terms of area alone, this place is at least ten times larger, and it has all kinds of kitchen utensils... plus a lot of other strange and unusual things.

On the right side of this Back Kitchen, ten Dish-Out Window are arranged from left to right, and next to each window is something that looks like a mailbox.

However, it's worth noting that this is still Closed Loop.

"This is the kitchen?"

After glancing around briefly, Bai Zhi asked Fireworks of Romance with great interest.

"Was this where you were cooking last night?"

Like the previous corridor, this was another enclosed room, with no windows offering a view of the outside except for the typical range hood found in the kitchen.

"Hehe... that's right, this is where we'll be working for the next three days..."

As if he had heard his question, she put her hands in the pockets of her white coat Positive and Negative turned around.

"I'm now the Head Chef in this kitchen. Please feel free to ask me any questions you have, and I will answer them all. So please be quick and don't waste any time."

"Excuse me, where is the food preparation area? It's not inside this kitchen, is it?"

Raising an eyebrow slightly, Bai Zhi wasn't surprised that the other person was the head Head Chef, and asked him about it.

"Besides that, how many dishes do we need to prepare for breakfast?"

"The food preparation area is here, and the Ingredient Area is over there. When fresh ingredients arrive here, we need to process them and send them to the Ingredient Area or to the pot. Fresh ingredients need to be preserved as soon as possible."

He glanced at Bai Zhi Positive and Negative pointed to a small door in the corner of the right wall.

"The number of customers will never be small, because this restaurant is very popular. But there are many Low-level Restaurant like ours, so don't worry about being overwhelmed. Menus are sent over via mail after being selected, and all we have to do is complete the menus that are sent over... See these ten windows over there?"

Seemingly in a rather cheerful mood, the Young Girl walked over to the windows.

"This is the Dish-Out Window. Remember, it's best not to stand here unless absolutely necessary. Otherwise, hungry customers might drag you through this narrow window. Quite a few Chef have died here before... Of course, breakfast hasn't started yet, so standing here is fine for now."

The Young Girl tilted her head slightly and gave them a strange smile.

"Now, do you have any questions?"

Taking advantage of the time before breakfast officially started, Bai Zhi went to the stove to familiarize himself with the tools. Apart from some necessary kitchen utensils, there were also some strange-looking things here.

Each stove occupies a considerable area and is separated from the adjacent stove by partitions. There are ten such partitioned stoves in this Back Kitchen, arranged opposite each other.

"Speaking of which, why would you use Chainsaw for cooking?"

Looking at the Logging Hand-Crank Chainsaw on the stove, Earthly Homeland's expression was slightly strange.

"Because some ingredients need to be sawed with Chainsaw, Kitchen Knife can't cut those Eerie Thing..."

Sitting in a chair, August Desolation, located diagonally opposite the Earthly Homeland, answered somewhat listlessly.

"As Chef, it's quite normal to have ten or eight Chainsaw in the kitchen, right?"

"And what about this Ink Stick?"

The Earthly Homeland has raised an Ink Stick.

"Hmm... maybe there are ghosts or Zombie among the ingredients we need to process here. Is Ink Stick used to deal with those ghosts?"

After thinking for a moment, August Desolation answered with some uncertainty.

"Didn't we already see that during the assessment? Those ingredients can't be killed by conventional methods; processing them might require the help of the kitchen staff..."

Before he could finish his sentence, with a soft thud, a menu quietly floated out of the mailbox next to the Serving Hatch.