"Warm and healing?"

  When the young man heard these words, his mind was full of questions.

  This is the Horror World, where everything is iwined with horror. Where did you see these bizarre words?

  Qin Nuo g the time. "You're running out of time. If you miss your dining slot, I don't mind, but your superiors might not be so pleased."

  The young man checked the time, quickly picked up the menu, and without g whether the advice from those who've been here was true or not, thanked Qin Nuo a.

  The dishes were served quickly. Qin Nuo tasted them briefly and then put down his chopsticks.

  The young man asked, "What's wrong?"

  "The eggpnt cks fvor, the Mapo tofu has too little starch, it's a mess, like mush."

  "The chef who cooked this really treats ers like dogs, doesn't he care about anything?" Qin Nuo asked coldly.

  In truth, Qin Nuo uood the reason behind it.

  Having ghost chefs cook human dishes fills them with disgust, like f someone who hates tro to cook a whole pot of it, full of malice.

  Those who order human food are usually Half-Ghosts and human Pyers. In a high-end pce like her Springs Restaurant, very few want to cause trouble, so they choose to let minor issues slide.

  But Qin Nuo was different; he had another identity, the head of the kit at her Springs Restaurant.

  "Take me to the chef who cooked these dishes," Qin Nuo said, standing up.

  "Brother, maybe we should just let it go," the timid young man was almost in tears, feeling that if this escated, he would be in trouble.

  "Most ers indeed don't like to make a fuss, but when they eat bad food, they iably harbor some rese, and theake it out on someohout background or power."

  "Who do you think that person would be?"

  The young man opened his mouth, realizing that the scapegoat would be her than himself.

  "Who's your supervisor?" Qin Nuo asked.

  "A long-nosed Pinocchio, with a very odd personality," the young man whispered.

  Qin Nuo nodded meaningfully aured for the young man to lead the way.

  Soon, they reached the kit. The young man poio the chef who made the two dishes, Qin Nuo, and then ran off with the menu to the able.

  Qin Nuo walked in. The kit was still in a terrible state, with bloody ingredients id out on the ters, both horrifying and ing.

  A chef with a twisted face stood there, roughly stirring the pot, occasionally cursing under his breath.

  "Eat, eat, eat! Damn things, eating this crap all day, you should just eat yourselves to death!"

  Ohe dish was done, he tossed it onto a pte a it by the serving window, not fetting to spit on it.

  Qin Nuo approached and said calmly, "Cooking like someone's dug up your aral grave. her Springs Restaurant is supposed to be high-end; the kit staff really needs some discipline."

  The chef's grotesque face turowards Qin Nuo, about to curse, but sensing the ghost power emanating from Qin Nuo, he hesitated and said with some , "This is the kit, unauthorized personnel are not allowed!"

  Qin Nuo smiled instead. "What, you don't reize me?"

  The chef's horrified face stared at Qin Nuo, fused, uo recall.

  "You o two pieces of fresh, delicious human skin in my dish, and you've fotten so soon?"

  The chef's expression ged instantly, exg, "It's you, you're not dead yet?"

  Then, he sneered, "What does how I cook have to do with you?"

  "The st dish, Mapo tofu, eggpnt with meat, was mine. Do you think it has anything to do with me?" Qin Nuo asked with a smile.

  The chef's eyes shifted. He knew how terrible those two dishes were and hadn't expected the er to be this guy.

  Knowing he was in the wrong, the chef said in a low voice, "If you're not satisfied, I just make another one for you!"

  "It's not about remaking it," Qin Nuo shook his head.

  The chef g Qin Nuht hand, feeling a bit intimidated, and stepped back, but then remembered the restaurant's rules and said, "The dish just didn't suit your taste, it's not like it oisoned. What do you want? Are you going to kill me?"

  "her Springs Restaurant has rules. If a er causes trouble without reason, the sequences are severe, so don't do anything rash!"

  The other chefs also turheir eyes towards Qin Nuo, staring at him unfavorably.

  "The restaurant also has a rule that if a chef maliciously targets a er, the supervisor educate them in their own way."

  As he spoke, Qin Nuo pihe supervisor badge onto his colr and said, "Now I'm not a er, I'm the restaurant's supervisor, and I have this authority."

  The chef stared at the badge, his face ging, thely denied, "It's fake! Stop bluffing..."

  Before he could finish, Qin Nuo spped him, and the domineering ghost power sent the chef flying.

  The chef's twisted face became even more torted, his ugly appearance making one feel nauseous.

  "You want to die!"

  The twisted chef charged forward in a fit e, but in the moment, Qin Nuo easily kicked him away, sending him flying into the dark pantry.

  Qin Nuo looked at the other stunned chefs. "What are you looking at? Have you finished your work, or do you want to join in too?"

  Qin Nuo's presence was intimidating, and the chefs were all cowed, tinuing their work as if nothing had happened, not g whether the badge was real or fake.

  Qin Nuo then took out a bone-crushing hammer and walked towards the dark pantry.

  Ihe twisted ghost chef backed away, screaming in terror, "Don't... don't e any closer!"

  "I'm just here to guide you on how to be a qualified chef. This is a well-iioned lesson, not like I'm some kind of demon!"

  Qin Nuo shook his head, ehe pantry, and closed the door.

  Then, various horrific screams began to emanate from the pantry, even drowning out the noise of the kit.

  The chefs outside listened with their hearts pounding, hastening their work.

  About five mier.

  The door opened, and Qin Nuo walked out, g his hands.

  Two ghost chefs nearby sneaked a g Qin Nuo.

  Qin Nuo gri them. "Don't worry, the guidance was very successful. He's in there refleg deeply."

  The ghost chefs: "..."

  With that, Qin Nuo swaggered out.

  The twisted ghost chef emerged from the pantry, his body battered and bruised, his torted face dripping with blood.

  Panting heavily, he let out an enraged roar, "This is eous, I... I'm going to report this!"

  The twisted ghost chef's roar went unheard by Qin Nuo, who had already reached the corridor. Suddenly feeling a bit thirsty, he looked at the er of the corridor and smiled, "Might as well che an old friend, it's been a while, they must miss me."

  As he turhe er, even before seeing the ghost, the sinister ughter of the vending mae ghost echoed.

  "Heh heh heh, a few stinking rats dare tain with me?"

  "Giving you food is already a favor, say one more word and you won't get a sie!"

  "Scram!"

  JOSOLUNA