There is a restaurant on the edge of the city. When he went to apply for a job during the winter vacation, he wanted to find a restaurant with more family members where he could get to know more people. He regretted it when he first applied, but he got the job.

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In the huge space, the lights were dim, and he did not feel that it was a crowded working environment. In fact, because the business was not very good, he did not hire many people.

On his first day at work, he realized that his job was to serve meals and prepare ingredients, which was very ordinary work. When chopping garlic, he had to cut the garlic until no particles could be seen, which almost made his right hand cramp, but his

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The store manager is a nice person. If the employees are hungry and want to eat, they can go to the kitchen to cook it themselves. If they are tired, they can go outside to smoke. This kind of store manager is really rare.

"The things you cut are pretty good. You can start cutting after cutting your fingers a hundred times!" the store manager said to him.

"My knife is not used to cut my own fingers." He replied with a smile, holding the kitchen knife in his hand and chopping red peppers briskly.

After a period of practice, his skill in chopping vegetables began to become impressive.

"Do you want to learn some cooking skills? After all, I have been cooking for decades since I opened a store." The store manager said while smoking, "You can cook for your family or girlfriend in the future!"

"Yeah, okay." After he finished cutting the red pepper, he started to chop green onions.

At six o'clock on Friday night, he still went to work on time. It happened that another employee was on vacation, so only the store manager was left with him.

"It's going to be very busy today! With just you and me, we may have to cook it very late." The store manager said while preparing the ingredients.

"I know." As soon as he entered the kitchen, he picked up the knife and was looking for something to cut.

As expected, there were usually no customers, but business was very good even though there were fewer people. The two of them were so busy that they were dizzy. Occasionally, during a break, the store manager would run to smoke, but he was still chopping vegetables. It was already ten o'clock when he finally finished his work.

Half done.

"We haven't eaten dinner yet. I'm going to cook something for you. You can learn from it by the way."

"Okay." There was nothing left to cut, and he still held a knife in his hand.

The fried rice, which is full of color, flavor and flavor, is cooked under the sweat of the store manager.

"Try it!" The store manager helped him fill a bowl.

"It's delicious." He took a bite.

The store manager gave him the seat in front of the stove. "Come and try it." the store manager said proudly.

He followed the same pattern, and the store manager guided him on the key points - saute it first, and stir-fry anything that is not yet cooked until it is half-cooked; after all the ingredients are fried, you can throw in the rice and stir-fry it.

You need to stir-fry the rice, and then pour the egg liquid on it when the pan is about to start. Or mix the rice and the egg liquid evenly first, so that each grain of rice can be fried until golden brown, which will make it look better!

"I didn't expect that besides being able to cut things, you are also quite talented at frying!" The store manager took a bite of his fried rice and nodded, "Actually, I know how to teach you, hahaha..."

"Then finish it." He looked at the store manager and smiled.

"You eat too, you fried so much, I thought you could finish it. I can't eat anymore." There was still a lot of fried rice left, and the store manager signaled him to finish it all, "Don't waste it!"

After a while of eating fried rice in silence, the store manager finally surrendered and couldn't eat any more.

"I'm very full. You have to eat it all, or I'll pack it away!" the store manager said.

"Didn't you say the stir-fry was good? Keep eating." He put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"I'm full up to my throat, I'll give it all to you." The store manager also put down the bowls and chopsticks.

"It's obvious that I did a good job..." He picked up the knife, walked behind the store manager, and slashed the store manager's fat neck with the knife.

The blood from the carotid artery is like a column of water from a broken water pipe, spraying out regularly. The blood on the wall is colored like splashed ink, and the white of the wall shows the redness of the blood.

The store manager felt that his neck was cold and was startled by the blood spurting in front of him. He immediately covered his neck with his hand, but the pressure on the human body was not something that one hand could resist, and the blood still seeped out from between his fingers.

out.

"It doesn't seem big enough. The hole shouldn't be big enough to finish the rest of the meal." He murmured to himself, and then slashed the store manager's neck a second time. This time he used more force.

"Ah..." The store manager whose trachea was slashed didn't have enough energy to speak, so he choked and fell down.

He began to stuff the remaining rice into the red spring, stuffing it in large quantities. The red color was dotted with golden fried rice.

"Looks like it's not stuffed enough." He picked up the knife and cut open the store manager's stomach, and what came out was his intestines.

"Is it the pressure of the human body..." He rummaged through the store manager's body and finally found the stomach bag. When he cut it open, he found that it was full of mushy things. After being corroded by stomach acid, the original form of the food could no longer be seen. It was bloody.

There is a bit of sour smell in the air.

"Eat it all." The rest of the fried rice just went into the store manager's "belly".

He washed his hands, walked to the clock-in machine, took out his card, and put it into the clock-in machine.
Chapter completed!