Moving the Capital's Cheese

The two Sheriffs exchanged a glance, just about to make a move, when Wang Er suddenly laughed.

That laugh wasn't nervous—it was something else... the pity of a higher-dimensional being looking down at a lower one.

"Since you want to inspect the hygiene, be my guest. But for efficiency's sake, I suggest we start with the kitchen."

Wang Er made a gesture of invitation and actually took the lead, guiding the group toward the restricted kitchen area.

Luo Bu sneered inwardly. Walking right into the trap!

My dad said places like this have kitchens that are cockroach nests!

If I catch even one rat, you're finished!

But the moment the kitchen door swung open, Luo Bu was dumbfounded.

No oil-slicked floors as he'd imagined. No flies buzzing around.

What met his eyes were rows of uniform stainless-steel cookware, gleaming with a cold light under the lamps—cleaner than a hospital operating room.

"Th-this... how is this possible?"

Luo Bu rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"Look over there."

Wang Er pointed at the dishwashing area.

There, an employee stood solemnly before the sink, holding a plate, his gaze focused like he was carving a priceless treasure.

Rinse, wipe, sanitize, rinse again...

Every movement was as precise as a machine wound by a spring.

"What's this? A show?"

Luo Bu gritted his teeth and asked.

Wang Er smiled faintly, his tone brimming with pride:

"This is our Su Boss's Seven-Wash Seven-Clean Standard."

"Every plate must go through seven steps of washing. Miss one scrub—fired! Miss one second of rinsing—fired! If a single fingerprint is left on the plate, the whole store loses performance bonuses!"

As he spoke, Wang Er casually picked up a freshly washed plate and held it up to Luo Bu.

On the spotless, mirror-like surface, Luo Bu's terrified, twisted fat face was clearly reflected.

Wang Er extended a finger and scraped it hard across the plate.

Squeak—

A crisp friction sound rang out—the kind only an absolutely clean surface could produce.

"This is the spirit of craftsmanship."

Wang Er said calmly.

Luo Bu's mouth twitched twice.

It's just washing a plate—why are you treating it like life or death?! Is this really necessary?!

"Hmph! All show!"

Luo Bu forced himself to save face, his eyes darting as he pointed at the restroom in the distance.

"What good are clean plates? That's for show! The toilet is where filth hides! The water in there must be filthy! I don't believe you keep the restroom this clean too!"

"The restroom?"

The smile on Wang Er's lips deepened, a glint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

"Since Young Master Luo won't give up and insists on pursuing the ultimate inner beauty, this way, please."

Led by Wang Er, the group moved to the restroom.

Luo Bu hardened his resolve. You can wash a plate eight times, but I don't believe you scrub a toilet eight times too! If I find even one dirty spot, you're dead!

But the restroom door opened.

Still no stench as he'd imagined—instead, a faint, upscale lemon fragrance wafted over.

The white tiles were polished to mirror-like clarity, every single one looking fresh out of the factory. The toilet itself gleamed white, like a work of art.

"Putting on airs!"

Luo Bu was already on the verge of breaking down. He pointed at the toilet, his voice hysterical.

"What's the use of a shiny surface? The filth inside the toilet bowl is invisible to the naked eye! The water in there must be disgusting! Do you dare say that water is clean?!"

"Dirty?" Wang Er raised an eyebrow slightly, a strange smile spreading across his face.

Under the horrified gazes of Luo Bu and the Sheriffs, the store manager suddenly bent down, pulled a crystal-clear wine glass from his pocket, and plunged it directly into the toilet bowl.

Splash—

The clear sound of water trickling was especially jarring in the dead-silent restroom.

Wang Er scooped up a full cup of toilet water, raised it under the light, and swirled it around.

Staring at that pure liquid, a flicker of fanatical devotion actually showed in his eyes, as if what he held wasn't toilet water, but the Heavenly Dou Royal Family's exclusive ambrosia.

"Crystal clear, transparent, no suspended solids."

Wang Er murmured under his breath.

The next second.

He tilted his head back, his movements as elegant as if attending a high-society banquet, and downed that cup of toilet water in one gulp!

Gulp.

His Adam's apple bobbed. Not a drop remained.

The entire place fell dead silent.

Even the two seasoned Sheriffs gaped, their jaws nearly hitting the floor.

"Ha—"

Wang Er set down the cup, wiped the corner of his mouth, and even smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction. Facing the dumbstruck Luo Bu, he flashed a standard eight-tooth smile.

"Sweet aftertaste, soft texture. Young Master Luo, care for a cup? Just flushed, nice and fresh."

"Blegh—!!!"

Luo Bu's face instantly turned pale. His stomach churned violently as he covered his mouth and dry-heaved like crazy.

Madmen!

These people were absolutely madmen!

How the hell could a human do something like this?!

Wang Er stepped forward, closing in on Luo Bu, his gaze so resolute that even the Sheriffs couldn't help but back away.

"This is the ultimate SOP set by our Su Boss!"

"Su Boss says: Running a restaurant means running a conscience! If you don't even dare to drink toilet water, what right do you have to claim your kitchen is clean? What right do you have to serve food to customers?"

Wang Er's voice echoed through the restroom, carrying a chilling sense of sanctity.

"This is the Nezha Spirit! This is Su's Standard!"

"May I ask, Young Master Luo, at your Flavor Gathering Pavilion... do you dare to drink?"

Luo Bu leaned against the wall, vomiting until even bile was coming up.

At that moment, only one thought filled his mind:

My dad was right! A Soul Douluo must be behind this!

Only a powerhouse standing at the peak would have such a twisted obsession with cleanliness!

He didn't just ruin our business—he turned his employees into these toilet-water-drinking freaks!

This is terrifying...

I want to go home...

The two Sheriffs, who had been all business before, now looked at Wang Er with changed eyes.

It wasn't just admiration anymore; it was like they were looking at a martyr sacrificing himself for the cause of food safety.

And the diners around, who had been hesitating, now completely erupted.

"Heavens! He even dares to drink toilet water! What kind of divine shop is this?!"

An auntie was so moved her eyes brimmed with tears as she waved the burger in her hand.

"This isn't just doing business—this is earning merit! From now on, if anyone says this place isn't clean, I'll slap them with my shoe!"

Another big brother made an on-the-spot decision: "Boss! Give me five more burgers! For that cup of toilet water, I'm eating here for life!"

"Exactly! That bun shop next door is total garbage! No service spirit at all!"

In the crowd, a burly man with a stubbly face waved his fist excitedly, his indignation as if he'd suffered a great injustice:

"Last time I went to inspect their kitchen, I only made one small request—to taste a sip of the boss lady's bathwater to test their hygiene standards—and they chased me out with a rolling pin!"