Testing the Female Chef

The atmosphere in Class 4 was particularly strange when the school bell rang.

Zhao Yijiu and Qu Xuanqing entered the classroom just in time and took their seats. Judging from their demeanor, Zhao Mou breathed a sigh of relief.

The younger brother seems to be fine, and Qu Xuanqing doesn't seem to have been affected much either.

This is the best possible outcome.

The class was as boring and dull as ever, with a constant, oppressive silence weighing on everything in the class. The teacher on the podium seemed to be used to the situation in the class and was enjoying digging holes for the students. Yu Xing watched with his chin in his hand, Yu Xing with the result.

When he first arrived, he might have thought he could at least help even an NPC, but now he feels no pity for anyone in the class.

The student whose mouth was sewn shut had already cut the threads, but they were too thick, and pulling them out rashly might cause him excruciating pain. So he came to school with those threads still attached. His mouth had become incredibly ugly and bizarre, which, combined with the bullying and chaos in the class, was quite ironic.

At lunchtime, as usual, I went to the cafeteria.

The canteen was a mission point, and they still managed to grab a table at the front and buy some skewers of food. After they finished eating, Yu Xing gave Qu Xuanqing and Zhao Yijiu a wink.

The three of them stood up at the same time. Zhao Mou and Wen Qinghuai exchanged a glance, then sat back down and watched the red armband-wearing students patrolling around them. The latter deliberately spoke in a voice that the nearest red armband-wearing student could hear, "Derek, I don't know if I just saw it wrong, but I think I saw Elizabeth hiding a small piece of bloody flesh."

"What? You mean she broke the school rules?" Zhao Mou put on an act, his expression a mixture of surprise, fear, and worry.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that the student with the red armband had indeed turned his gaze directly to them, clearly having been drawn into their conversation.

"No, no, no, it's not that she broke school rules. I wouldn't dare to speculate about something like that. Didn't I say I wasn't sure? It's like I just saw... because it seems like after she put her hand in her pocket for a moment, a piece of meat was missing from the table."

Wen Qinghuai spoke softer and softer. The student with the red armband moved, seemingly inclined to stand up and walk towards them.

"Oh my god, stop talking. Tell me when we get back to the dorm. There are too many people here. Don't cause her any trouble." Zhao Mou pretended to cover Wen Qinghuai's mouth.

"Heh, I heard you. Who are you talking about?" The voice of the next student with the red armband came from beside them. It was a black-haired boy who didn't look like a third-grader; he looked younger.

Zhao Mou feigned ignorance. "What?"

Wen Qinghuai touched her nose guiltily, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly. "We were just talking about the morning's classes, you must have misheard me?"

"Elizabeth," the dark-haired student repeated, his gaze cold and aggressive. "Which one is Elizabeth? Tell me, or I'll tell the teacher you're protecting your classmate."

Wen Qinghuai trembled in embarrassment. Zhao Mou grabbed Wen Qinghuai's sleeve tightly from below, but was shaken off by Wen Qinghuai a few seconds later.

"Yes, it's that tall girl who was at our table just now." He bit his nails like someone with anxiety. "The bird shop is having a special unlimited drink promotion today, and she went to buy water... I'm telling you, don't tell the teacher I'm protecting her!"

Zhao Mou was so angry he almost cursed, "Winter, you really are!"

"Elizabeth." The black-haired boy with the red armband kept repeating the word, but his gaze shifted from Wen Qinghuai. He seemed to have thought of something, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips. "The thing is in her pocket, isn't it?"

Having said that, without waiting for their reply, he strode toward the window where the bird had fallen.

The commotion attracted the attention of other red armband-wearing students. The ordinary students dared not speak, but the red armband-wearing students, like vultures smelling carrion, all got up and followed the black-haired boy.

For them, catching violators is a credit and a reward.

Zhao Mou watched their retreating figures with a half-smile.

Yu Xing arrived at the window of the Fallen Bird shop. It was no longer the time for long queues; the food sold at the Fallen Bird shop had long been sold out. However, there was a special drink available today. It tasted a bit like pear juice. As experienced people, the strategists could tell from one sip that the drink did not contain any ghostly or human ingredients; it seemed to be something completely natural.

This is quite remarkable for St. Johnis Middle School.

So, after hearing the reviews from students who had tried it, several students would come over to buy the drinks from time to time.

Although there was no limit to the amount of drinks, the prices were very high, and most students had limited living expenses and couldn't afford them. Therefore, when Yu Xing arrived, several girls had just finished buying and leaving, so he naturally went first in line.

Would you like something to eat?

The female chef I'd seen on the first day was still standing at the window. She was scantily clad, and every move she made carried sexual innuendo that shouldn't be seen in a middle school. Her blood-red lips curved into a perfect, seductive smile, "We're out of food, but we have a special drink today. Would this student like to try it?"

"Yes, I will." Although Roy, the student played by Yu Xing, came from an ordinary family and didn't have enough living expenses, he never planned to live here for more than a month. Thinking about it this way, the money in his hand seemed to have become a huge sum of money.

He leaned against the window, grinning like a spoiled brat, and said, "Miss, could I have a drink?"

"Wait a moment." The female chef noticed his behavior, her smile becoming even more suggestive, her cleavage deepening. However, she didn't actually do anything more outrageous. Instead, she turned around, picked up a cup, scooped a drink from the large pot, and poured it into the cup.

"Miss, I have a question for you." Yu Xing took out her money to pay the bill, and then waved two extra large bills at the counter as if to suggest it.

The female chef didn't know whether or not she could accept tips; Yu Xing was just making a gesture.

"You can ask." She put down her drink and looked at Yu Xing.

"Miss, your lipstick is so pretty, it looks like blood. Was it applied with real blood?" Yu Xing tilted her head.

"If that's what you think, then perhaps it is." The female chef's eyelashes fluttered, she extended a finger to her lips, then pointed the pad of her finger at him.

Sure enough, bright red blood was smeared on the fingertip.

"So sexy," Yu Xing complimented, pushing the money through the window. "And the nail polish, this red color makes me want to eat it!"

"Thank you for the compliment." The female chef licked her lips and accepted the money, including the extra portion given by Yu Xing.

It was obvious that the female chef was much more lively than when Yu Xing first saw the chef; she was no longer lifeless like a doll.

After two days of observation, the researchers have determined that the more students buy food, the redder the female chef's lips will be, and the more agile her behavior will become.

It was as if the students bought food, while she bought a soul.

Just as Yu Xing took the drink and was about to leave, a scream suddenly came from the window next to the window where the bird had fallen.

Judging from the sound, it was coming from the chefs who looked and spoke exactly the same in every window.

The female chef in front of him changed her expression, and a smile of excitement appeared on her face, as if to say...

"Did something happen to her next to me? That's amazing."