The dining room is full of morgues, which ring incessantly at midnight.
The dishes in the back kitchen are terrifying no matter how you look at them.
The kitchen knife always hangs above the head before dawn, and the black and red blood is clotted without dripping.
A pair of fishy hands put on his shoulders, and Chen Yu turned on the terror system with some helplessness: "Again? Do you think there is a shortage of free labor in the restaurant?"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
