Inferior Goods

Yu Xing carried the corpse from the cashier's counter to the kitchen, attracting plenty of attention.

That didn't include the customers, who were focused on the food in front of them. The mouths on the pig, sheep, and cow faces opened and closed as they chewed the roasted meat.

The ones watching Yu Xing were the group of deducers at one table, along with the other animal-faced employees.

Yu Xing felt gazes charged with all kinds of emotions land on his back. He lowered his head slightly, using the corpse to hide his face, and hurried along.

Just as he was about to step into the corridor, he brushed past Yu Er, who was coming out of the restroom. Only the stiff corpse stood between them.

A fresh, clean scent wafted over from Yu Er, while the unpleasant smell of blood clinging to Yu Xing drifted away. In perfect unspoken agreement, they stared straight ahead without sparing each other so much as a glance.

But Yu Xing heard Yu Er let out a strange little laugh.

Yu Xing's gaze darkened. He quickened his pace toward the kitchen, passed through the winding corridor, which was clearly too long, and pushed open a half-closed door.

The sound of knives striking cutting boards reached him, and an overpowering stench of blood rushed into his nostrils, mixed with the smell of seasonings like cumin and chili.

Yu Xing heard someone say, "The order for table sixteen. Take it out, and don't sneak a bite. If I catch you stealing food, ha!"

The short laugh at the end was full of scorn.

After a quiet acknowledgment, two employees tasked with serving dishes hurried past Yu Xing carrying plates. One of them was the man missing half his face.

The man didn't raise his head as