Chapter 11 Retribution?

Edward looked at the list in front of him, and had a feeling that his IQ was being rubbed on the ground.

'Heartache' is a list?

What about the signature dish?

Is this edible?

You show me something to eat!

FXXK!

Whoosh, whoosh.

Edward resisted the words that were gushing out again in his chest, stared at the waiter with a smile and put the glass of water in front of the female pastry chef.

"Ma'am, your 'lover's tears'."

The female pastry chef stared blankly at the smiling messenger and took a sip.

Then, exclaimed—

"so spicy!"

"It's got mustard in it!"

Between the words, the female pastry chef couldn't help shedding tears.

The waiter kept smiling.

He took a few steps back and stood at the door.

"I wish the three of you a happy meal."

After speaking, he retreated and the private room door was tightly closed.

Edward, who couldn't bear it any longer, roared.

"Black shop!"

"Bad review!"

"I want to complain!"

The sound echoed in the room.

But good sound insulation did not let any scolding come out.

You can't hear the sound of water flowing outside here, and similarly, you can't hear the roaring sound here.

After scolding for three minutes,

Edward stopped and began to gasp heavily.

The female pastry chef looked at Jason, who was expressionless, and then at Edward, who was panting. She thought she should liven up the atmosphere.

"Well... a good arrangement, I can see that the boss here is very experienced."

The female pastry chef said softly.

crunch.

The spoon in Jason's hand was bent.

Edward stood up with red eyes and walked out.

He wants an explanation.

As soon as the door was opened, the waiter was standing at the door.

"I'll bring you a meal."

After finishing speaking, he turned sideways to let the three waiters with dinner plates behind him.

This time, without the silver hood, Edward could clearly see the three steaks, soup, and bread.

Edward frowned and moved out of the way.

There is a gap between the price of three steaks and 66 yuan, but it is better than a glass of water, right?

So, this is dinner?

Was it just a joke?

Edward thought, and began to console himself.

Putting it back on the dining table, Edward looked at Jason with an embarrassed and rude smile on his face.

"Surprise, right?"

Jason didn't answer, just frowned at the food in front of him.

The smell that was full of decay and mixed fragrance became more and more intense.

from the food in front of him.

The female pastry chef suddenly remembered something.

"Is there a 20% service charge for private rooms at Ameda Restaurant?"

The female pastry chef asked the waiter.

"Yes."

The waiter smiled and nodded.

Sweet smile and perfect etiquette.

The smile Edward tried so hard to keep disappeared again.

66+66x0, 2=79.2!

For an ordinary steak of 4-5 pieces, it can be said to be extremely expensive.

Edward, who was a little comforted just now, now feels that the owner of the Amelida Restaurant is a complete profiteer, and such a person should be shot.

Grief turns into appetite.

Just as Edward picked up his fork and was about to reach for the steak, Jason suddenly spoke up.

"and many more."

Edward looked puzzled at Jason who picked up the plate and sniffed carefully.

"What's wrong?"

Edward asked.

"I smelled X hemp, XX shell, and something I couldn't confirm."

"If you don't want any abnormality in your body, I suggest you don't eat it."

Jason finally remembered these familiar flavors.

Under the old man's hands, there are a few guys who are very keen on these things.

Jason thank you for not being sensitive.

Every time, it will be avoided in advance.

But the residual taste still made him unacceptable.

"what?"

Edward stood up.

After confirming that Jason was not joking, the face suddenly became serious.

The police officer card was shown directly to the waiter.

"I want to see your chef and boss."

Looking at Edward's police card, the waiter's smile could no longer be maintained.

"The chef is in the chef's lounge."

"The boss left in the morning and hasn't come back for a while."

"I'll call the chef for you."

After speaking, the waiter walked out.

Edward immediately followed quickly, and made a gesture to Jason to call the police.

As for why not hint to the female pastry chef?

It is estimated that the instinct feels that Jason is more reliable.

Edward followed the waiter towards the chef's lounge, while Jason looked at the female pastry chef.

"Go to the police."

There is a phone in the Amida restaurant.

The female pastry chef ran over and dialed the phone directly—

"Hello, I'm..."

"you again?"

The operator lady instantly recognized the voice of the female pastry chef.

"What happened to No. 15 Wandoujiao Road?"

asked the lady operator.

"No, not Pea Corner Road."

"It's the Amida Restaurant on Sausage Street."

"Mr. Edward asked me to call the police."

said the pastry chef.

"Chief Edward?"

"it is good."

"I see."

The female operator's voice immediately became serious.

After hanging up the phone, the female pastry chef stood there slightly disappointed.

She thinks that there is really food that can bring happiness to people.

turn out to be……

Just using that illicit drug.

The thought of food tainted with illicit drugs made the pastry chef suddenly feel angry again.

"The guy who wastes food will be punished..."

"Ahhhh!"

Before the thoughts in my heart could fully emerge, a scream suddenly sounded.

This scream was not blocked by the room, let alone any restraint, and directly overwhelmed the melodious music in the restaurant.

The diners put down the tableware one after another, and subconsciously looked towards the place where the screams came from.

The same goes for female pastry chefs.

scarlet!

In the main kitchen room on the side of the hall, blood was everywhere.

A man in a chef's suit fell in a pool of blood.

The lady pastry chef saw it.

Others naturally saw it too.

Moreover, without the "experience" of the female pastry chef in the morning, these people simply cannot cover their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.

therefore--

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

Screams came and went.

Some guests even stood up to leave.

"Don't move!"

"I'm a policeman!"

"Everyone is back to where they were."

Edward shouted, holding his gun and police badge aloft.

There was silence in the hall, and the panicked guests sat down again.

Jason appeared in the main kitchen room when he screamed for the first time. The body was crawling on the ground face down, his clothes were neat, and there was a hole in the back of his head, which was fatally wounded.

The room was a bit messy, but no murder weapon was identified.

The corpse was still warm to the touch, and there were no corpses or corpses.

The windows of the room were closed, and the door was also closed when entering.

Jason instinctively searched for information.

At this time, a suspicious voice suddenly came——

"What happened?"