The two sheriffs exchanged a glance and were just about to make a move when Wang Er suddenly laughed.
It wasn't a nervous laugh. It was the kind of pity...
A higher-dimensional being might feel for one from a lower dimension.
"If you're here to inspect our hygiene, then by all means. But to save time, I suggest we start with the kitchen."
Wang Er made a welcoming gesture and actually took the group straight into the kitchen.
Luo Bu sneered inwardly. They were walking right into a trap!
My dad said kitchens like this are cockroach nests!
All we need is to find one rat, and you're finished!
But when the kitchen doors swung open, Luo Bu was stunned.
There was no grease covering every surface, no flies buzzing around.
Instead, he saw rows of stainless-steel kitchen equipment gleaming coldly under the lights. It was cleaner than an operating room.
"How... how is this possible?"
Luo Bu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
"Look over there."
Wang Er pointed toward the dishwashing area.
An employee stood solemnly in front of the sink, holding a plate. His gaze was so focused, he looked as if he were carving a priceless treasure.
Rinse, wipe, disinfect, then rinse again...
Every movement was as precise as a clockwork machine.
"What's this supposed to be? A performance?"
Luo Bu asked through clenched teeth.
Wang Er smiled faintly, his voice brimming with pride.
"This is the Seven-Wash Seven-Clean Standard set by Su Boss."
"Every plate has to go through seven cleaning steps. Skip one scrub, and you're fired! Cut a second off the rinse, and you're fired! If even a single fingerprint is left on a plate, the whole store gets its performance bonuses docked!"
As he spoke, Wang Er casually picked up a freshly washed plate and held it in front of Luo Bu.
The plate was so spotless it gleamed, and Luo Bu's frightened, distorted face was reflected clearly in its surface.
Wang Er ran a finger firmly across the plate.
Squeak—
A crisp friction sound rang out. Only a perfectly clean surface could make a sound like that.
"That's the spirit of craftsmanship," Wang Er said calmly.
Luo Bu's mouth twitched twice.
It was just a plate! Why were they acting like their lives depended on it? Was all this really necessary?!
"Hmph! Just for show!"
Luo Bu scrambled to save face. His eyes darted around before he pointed at the restroom in the distance.
"What good is a clean plate? That's just for people to see! The restroom is where filth builds up! Who knows how dirty the water in there is! I don't believe you keep the restrooms this clean too!"
"The restroom?"
Wang Er's smile deepened, and a playful glint appeared in his eyes.
"Since Young Master Luo still isn't satisfied and insists on seeking inner beauty in its purest form, this way, please."
Led by Wang Er, the group headed for the restroom.
Luo Bu steeled himself.
You might wash a plate eight times, but there's no way you scrub a toilet eight times too! Find one dirty spot, and you're finished!
But when the restroom door opened...
There was no stench. Instead, a faint, luxurious lemon scent drifted toward them.
The white tiles had been scrubbed until they shone like mirrors. Each one looked brand-new, and the toilet was so white it seemed to glow, like a work of art.
"Putting on airs!"
Luo Bu was already close to breaking down. He pointed at the toilet, his voice verging on hysteria.
"What good is a spotless surface? You can't see the filth inside the toilet with the naked eye! Who knows how dirty that water is! Are you seriously going to claim it's clean?!"
"Dirty?" Wang Er raised an eyebrow, an odd smile crossing his face.
As Luo Bu and the sheriffs watched in horror, the store manager suddenly bent down, pulled a crystal-clear stemmed glass from his clothes, and plunged it into the toilet.
Splash—
The sound of clear water rang out, jarringly loud in the silent restroom.
Wang Er scooped up a full glass of toilet water and held it beneath the lights, swirling it gently.
Looking at the pure liquid, he seemed to radiate a fervent devotion, as though he held not toilet water but a heavenly elixir reserved for the Heavenly Dou Royal Family.
"Clear, transparent, free of suspended particles," Wang Er murmured.
The next second...
He tilted his head back and, with the elegance of a man at a high-society banquet, downed the glass of toilet water in one go!
Gulp.
His Adam's apple bobbed. Not a drop remained.
The whole room fell silent.
Even the two well-traveled sheriffs gaped, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.
"Ha—"
Wang Er set down the glass and wiped his mouth. He even smacked his lips, as if savoring the taste. Then he gave Luo Bu, who was still in shock, a standard eight-tooth smile.
"Sweet aftertaste, smooth mouthfeel. Young Master Luo, how about a glass yourself? It was just flushed, so it's fresh."
"Ugh—!!!"
Luo Bu turned deathly pale. His stomach lurched, and he clapped a hand over his mouth, retching uncontrollably.
Madmen!
These people were absolutely insane!
What kind of person would do something like that?!
Wang Er stepped forward, closing in on Luo Bu. His gaze was so resolute that even the sheriffs couldn't help backing away.
"This is the ultimate SOP set by Su Boss!"
"Su Boss said: Running a restaurant is about having a conscience! If you don't even dare to drink the water in your own toilet, what right do you have to claim your kitchen is clean? What right do you have to serve food to your customers?"
Wang Er's voice echoed through the restroom with a chillingly sacred quality.
"This is the Nezha Spirit! This is Su's Standard!"
"Tell me, Young Master Luo: would the people at your Flavor Gathering Pavilion dare to drink it?"
Luo Bu leaned against the wall, retching until he was nearly bringing up bile.
At that moment, there was only one thought in his mind:
Dad was right! A Soul Douluo had to be behind this!
Only a powerful expert standing above the clouds could have such a deranged obsession with cleanliness!
He hadn't just ruined our business—he'd turned the employees into toilet-water-drinking lunatics!
How terrifying...
I want to go home...
The two sheriffs, who had been stern-faced until now, looked at Wang Er differently.
It wasn't just admiration. They looked at him like a martyr who had given himself for the cause of food safety.
The customers nearby, who had still been hesitating, erupted.
"Oh my heavens! He even dares to drink toilet water! What kind of miraculous restaurant is this?!"
An auntie was so moved that tears welled in her eyes. She waved the hamburger in her hand.
"This isn't just running a business—it's doing good deeds! If anyone ever says this place isn't clean again, I'll beat them with the sole of my shoe!"
Another man made up his mind on the spot. "Boss! Give me five more hamburgers! After that glass of toilet water, I'll eat here for the rest of my life!"
"Exactly! The bun shop next door is the real trash! They don't have a shred of service spirit!"
In the crowd, a burly man with a stubbly face waved his fists in outrage, looking as if he'd suffered a terrible injustice.
"Last time I went to inspect their kitchen, I made just one little request: I wanted to taste the proprietress's bathwater to check their hygiene standards. And what did they do? They chased me out with a rolling pin!"