Clive is still in the mood to interrogate the progress.

He only saw what the monster did, and the humans suddenly cried.

Why is this happening? What kind of abilities does he have that experimental base that he doesn’t know?

Cold sweat broke out in Clive's palms, and the cold anger was like roasting his heart, and it was beating very heavily, like a giant's feet trampling on it.

He closed his eyes, tried his best to suppress the sound, and his eyes stinged at Zhong Yu: "Come with me."

Then turn around and walk out.

Zhong Yu smiled, glanced at the room, and made a gesture to Qiu Qiu who was at a loss: "What should I do."

"Oh." Qiu Qiu nodded, put the crying chef aside, and took the next plate.

"..." Zhong Yu couldn't help laughing, then he inserted his hand into his pocket and followed the capital investigator.

There is a lounge next to the third floor. When Clive waited for Zhong Yu to come in, he closed the door with force and made a loud noise.

"Major General Zhong!" He angrily said: "Do you know what you are doing!?"

"Tsk," Zhong Yu took a few steps past him, sitting on the small sofa as if he was tired of standing.

"Raising little monsters." He said.

"You know he's a monster, too!" Clive said: "The Alliance trusts you and gives it to you. That's how you take care of it!"

Zhong Yu didn't say anything, and touched a cup on the table and poured a glass of water.

The indoors became quiet, and Clive calmed down a little.

He has always been decent, and he feels that he hasn't yelled like this for many years, and his head is even dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

It’s all this person, and the entire Weiyan District seems to be poisonous.

Taking a few deep breaths, Clive calmed down and sat opposite Zhong Yu.

"Major General Zhong, put aside the monsters, I have another question to ask you." Clive stopped laughing and turned the terminal light screen in front of Zhong Yu with a sharp look.

He said coldly: "After investigation, you have been involved in danger in handling the incident, regardless of the safety of innocent civilians. Is this true?"

Zhong Yu leaned back, putting an arm on the back of the sofa with a very unpretentious look.

His Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyelids glanced down, and he came absent-mindedly. His attitude was as if the other party was asking you that you had eaten, and he replied casually: "Ah, is that?"

"Zhong Yu!" Clive slapped the table heavily, and finally became furious. His blonde hair radiated a few strands on his forehead, trembling: "Please be serious! I am the representative of the Alliance Management Committee questioning you!"

"So irritable, you're too old to be bald." Zhong Yu was still not annoyed, his mouth slightly raised, but instead he pulled himself out of the position of being deeply trapped on the sofa and sat down a little: "What did you just ask?"

"..." Clive repeated patiently.

"Who asked this?" Zhong Yu smiled and picked up the cup: "How could a person with such a high level of mind do such a thing? Even if someone is in danger, he will voluntarily help our administrator team overcome evil. For such a good person, I will definitely commend him on behalf of the alliance and promote the good atmosphere of bravery in the entire society."

Clive was said to be stunned.

I never expected Zhong Yu to be so arrogant.

His lips moved twice, and his anger made his voice dull and heavy: "You are... managing Weiyan District like this?"

Zhong Yu's mouth was flattened.

"No wonder Weiyan District is looked down upon. Without mentioning economic issues, the people cannot even be guaranteed for their lives..." Clive's speech speed gradually accelerated: "You lack respect for ordinary people and have no empathy. Even the tasks assigned to you by the alliance are not completed properly. You actually let the monster walk around freely!"

He paused: "...Have you ever thought about what kind of tragic consequences it would have if it suddenly ran away on the street? Have you ever thought about it?"

With a snap.

Zhong Yu put the cup on the table.

Just this action made Clive suddenly feel dangerous. His hot mind seemed to be poured down by a basin of water. He sat straight and saw Zhong Yu standing up opposite him.

The administrator was really annoying when he was not in tune with the 46th, but now he turned cold and felt like he had an invisible position to boost the room, which made Clive regret a little. Is his attitude too tough?

"Who are you talking to?" Zhong Yu looked down at him from a high point.

“…”

A drop of sweat emerged from Clive's forehead.

"When I came here, the alliance promised that no one could move my territory unless I died." Zhong Yu said slowly: "The Weiyan District is mine. Here, I can do whatever I like, and just sneak up on the little monsters."

"Don't say that I don't help the civilians who are seeking death, even if I tie a rope to Qiu Qiu and go out to eat people and play, no one in the alliance can say a word." Zhong Yu sneered, his eyes were full of viciousness: "Why, I think I'm going to die, isn't it time to beg me?"

Clive felt sweat flowing from his side to his neck, and a itchy sound passed through.

He looked at Zhong Yu's eyes and felt that his nonsense was serious.

"Don't worry." Zhong Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he returned to the spring-like shape of flowers. He reached out and patted Clive on the shoulder vigorously.

The blonde handsome man shook a little.

Zhong Yu smiled and said, "I'm not dead yet. And I feel that I won't die tomorrow. As for the day after tomorrow, I don't know. If you live one day, you have to be happy for the people and shine for the people... This is how the alliance taught me at the beginning, right? Yes, Mr. Ke?"

Clive looked dirty and nodded barely.

...

Two rooms separated, Qiu Qiu knew nothing about Zhong Yu's bold speech and was eating an alternative "swivel restaurant".

The chefs rotated clockwise around Qiu Qiu, and waited for him to finish a plate and tweaked a square, as if there was a strange scene of a demon sacrificial sacrifice.

The fat chef who had just cried was squatting in the corner with grievance and asked Wen Jin, who had arrived, to record his words for him.

This guy was frightened and sobbed. Wen Jin asked for a long time before he understood what he was crying.

It turned out that the chefs were locked up for several days, the terminal was blocked, and there was no entertainment, and they were all very depressed.

Among them, the fat chef is even more miserable. He has something to do in his heart and he usually likes to make up for it. He can't sleep or eat in the past few days. He also has to face a cooking test and the whole process of cooking is in a daze.

When Qiu Qiu stuffed him that bite of tofu, he was awakened by his own spit. When he twitched his head, he suddenly remembered the three words "dead rice".

So sadness came from it and tears shed on the spot.

Wen Jin was speechless after hearing this: "You just looked at the wind and thought a lot."

"Wuwuwu... do you mean I won't die..." The fat chef sniffed.

"Social security is downgraded, so don't think about taking the bus in the future." Wen Jin signed a list with a cold face: "But you can't leave for the time being, you have to stay here."

When the fat chef heard this, his eyes rolled over and flashed: "What, if he was chosen by the shop owner, would he be able to leave?"

Wen Jin looked at him expressionlessly, then shouted to the side: "Qiu Qiu!"

Qiu Qiu turned around and held the plate: "Sister Jinjin?"

"Has this thing been passed?" Wen Jin pointed at the fat chef.

The fat chef beat the snake and followed the stick, and changed his thighs with a flattering look on his face: "Well, little shop owner, you just ate so many dishes, and I only got a bite. Does it mean I am very special?"

The chefs who formed a circle were immediately dissatisfied and booed endlessly.

"What are you talking about? Wang You! Just because you are just craftsmanship, the shop owner is afraid that he will be disgusted and stuffed into your mouth!"

"That's right, let you taste how unpleasant it is!"

"Dream less and do more."

"Things that don't know what you think..."

Qiu Qiu looked at the fat chef who was sobbing that he lowered his head and cried out by everyone's words, and made up for the last knife.

“It’s really not delicious.”

The chefs applauded.

The fact that these chefs in Mengli Township are being selected to help out has already represented a certain degree of strength and ambition.

They usually have strong competitive relationships and know each other well. Once they open up, they can talk one by one, and they will argue from time to time.

"Little shop owner, the ones we have the best skills here are Xiao Li and Xiao Liu." One of them said a fairer words, which attracted everyone to nod.

Xiao Li and Xiao Liu, who were mentioned, took a proud step forward and enthusiastically asked Qiu Qiu what else he wanted to eat and could do anything.

Qiu Qiu remembered that they were all good, one made oil-dripping duck and the other made Wensi tofu.

But it's OK, not as good as grandma and guardian, nor as good as the two chefs in the competition that day, except Ma Yuan.

Before the dishes on hand were tasted, Qiu Qiu was not in a hurry and said he would continue to eat them.

When he finished the fourth serving, he chewed his mouth and spoon digging rice a little faster.

This is a steamed eight-treasure rice dish.

The shiny black glutinous rice is placed in an upside-down bowl shape, with candied dates, pine nuts, ginkgo and hawthorn cakes embedded in circles, like blooming flowers.

The rice is sweet and glutinous. After lifting the cover, it floats away. One mouthful of rice is put into your mouth. The steamed rice is slightly buzzing, and the mouth is full of colorful sweetness.

Qiu Qiu likes this meal, and while eating one by one, he raises his head... and then raises his head... and then looks at the chef being called.

There were constant whispers around him, and the chef in front of him was like a tall tower, making Qiu Qiu's eyes wide open.

Ma Yuan was already considered tall among the people he had met, but this person was a little taller than Ma Yuan and was very strong. The muscles bulging with arms were as thick as Qiu Qiu's thighs.

Gaota seemed a little uncomfortable being looked at like this, and he wiped his hands on the chef's clothes.
To be continued...