The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 169

With the system’s help, Qing Li prepared a dish of ‘Nine-Turn Intestines’ that lacked any appealing look or smell. While simmering the fecal juice, she even added a bit of ‘Mitoyen’ to infuse the intestines with a soulful flavor.

“It’s ready, serve this dish to the guest ghosts!” she said.

It was Qing Li’s first time cooking, and she was very pleased with her creation.

The fat ghost looked at the harmful substance on the plate, his fat face contorting into an extremely unpleasant expression.

“Are we really going to serve this plate of intestines to the guest ghosts?”

He felt that if it was served, the restaurant’s reputation might be ruined forever.

But as the waiter ghost came for the fifth time to hurry them, “Is the ‘Nine-Turn Human Intestines’ ordered by the guest ghost ready yet?”

The fat ghost quickly handed over the plate, his voice filled with panic, “It’s ready, hurry and serve it to the guest ghost!”

The waiter ghost looked at the plate in his hands, with its black, shit-like substance even emitting a similar stench. Was this really ‘Nine-Turn Human Intestines’?

And the viewers in the live broadcast, seeing Qing Li’s dark cuisine, flooded the screen with comments.

‘?My bestie Nie Shutin loves this?

‘?My partner Big Stupid (nickname) loves this?

‘?My roommate Wang Erdan (nickname) loves this?

‘?My class teacher Lei Lei loves this?

‘?Leave the names of those you want to eat this, first come first served.?

Before the waiter ghost could question it, the fat ghost urged him to quickly serve the dish.

Thinking of the impatient and peculiar-looking guest ghost in the restaurant, the waiter ghost had no choice but to leave with the plate.

Soon after, the restaurant’s hall erupted into chaos.

“Someone’s served me a plate of shit, I’m going to complain!”

Not long after, Qing Li was called out.

Even the system, being a string of data, felt a headache. It said helplessly, “You need to be careful. If you’re successfully complained against, the mission will end here.”

The woman recklessly added ingredients, pouring a basin of feces-infused water into the dish. It’s likely that the intestines in it are now thoroughly marinated.

Qing Li entered the hall, where the restaurant was filled with ghosts coming to dine. Seeing the pale and delicate Qing Li emerge, some of the ghosts’ eyes lit up, drooling over her.

The manager of the restaurant, a plump male ghost with his eyes squeezed into slits by his chubby cheeks, squinted at Qing Li.

To appease an angry ghost customer, he said, “Since you don’t like the food made by this human, we will compensate you with her.”

The ghost customer, whose head looked like a butt and mouth like a chrysanthemum, was blinded by anger. But seeing Qing Li’s face, he was shocked as if doused with cold water and stared wide-eyed.

“You… you… you…” he stammered.

?Strange, this ghost looks very familiar!?

?Such a unique appearance reminds me of a certain old ghost.?

?I remember during the second live stream of the village girl, there was a ghost whose mouth resembled a chrysanthemum. He spoke foul words to the village girl, it seems to be him!?

The live stream audience was somewhat uncertain. After all, the ghost on the screen, with a butt for a head, looked quite different from the previously mentioned Chrysanthemum Ghost.

The restaurant’s ghostly patrons stretched their necks to watch the drama, thinking the Chrysanthemum Ghost was inarticulate due to anger.

The ghosts were looking forward to seeing Qing Li torn to pieces so they could share a piece of her.

However, Chrysanthemum Ghost excitedly said, “Director Qing, ever since I left the hospital, I’ve been wanting to thank you. I never expected to meet you here.”

Back then, he had caused a disturbance at the Eastern Suburb Hospital and was scared away by the adult toy dropped by Qing Li.

Now, seeing each other again, even Qing Li had to exclaim, “What a coincidence!”

With tears in his eyes, Chrysanthemum Ghost said, “Because of my unique appearance, I’ve always faced discrimination from my peers. Every time they said my chrysanthemum was on my face, I felt deeply inferior. But thanks to the skilled doctors at the Eastern Suburb Hospital, they transformed my appearance. Now, no one says my chrysanthemum is on my face anymore. They say my butt is on my head.”

The live stream audience: ?…?

So, it really was the Chrysanthemum Ghost!

Facing his profuse thanks, Qing Li replied without hesitation, “If you really want to thank me, then give this dish a good review!”

Chrysanthemum Ghost nodded continuously, “Certainly, Director Qing can make feces taste like intestines. Such extraordinary culinary skills must be highly praised.”

Thus, what was initially a complaint became Qing Li’s first positive review.

Chrysanthemum Ghost asked the restaurant’s ghostly waiter to pack the ‘Nine Turns Intestines’ to take away.

As he said, “This is a dish personally made by Director Qing, I must preserve it forever at home.”

As Chrysanthemum Ghost left, he threw the packed intestines into a trash can right outside the door.

He patted his chest in shock and said, “Damn, I saw that jinx again!”

Fortunately, he reacted quickly this time, or he would have lost arms and legs again.

Crisis averted, Qing Li returned to the kitchen to prepare the next dish.

The fat and big-eared ghost, seeing her alive, shuddered as if a mouse had seen a cat.

At this moment, a waiter ghost came over with the menu: “Table 04 ordered a dish called ‘Looking Up at the Starry Sky’, please prepare it quickly as the customer is in a hurry.”

Qing Li frowned, “Looking Up at the Starry Sky?”

She hadn’t heard of this dish before, and the system couldn’t find its recipe either.

The fat and big-eared ghost explained, “Looking Up at the Starry Sky is a signature dish of our restaurant. It’s simple to make but requires more effort and ingredients.”

“How is it made?” Qing Li asked.

The ghost gesticulated excitedly, “First, human flesh is minced and spread onto a large plate, pressed firmly. Then, insert ten human arms, and place freshly slaughtered human heads in the hands to create the appearance of looking up at the stars. That’s how the dish got its name.”

Such a dish required the slaughter of ten humans.

Qing Li’s eyes darkened, and she handed an empty plate to the fat and big-eared ghost.

“Tell the waiter to carry this plate and say the dish is ready.”

The ghost, holding the empty plate and filled with questions, obediently passed it to the waiter ghost.

The waiter ghost, looking at the empty plate and confused, left the kitchen with it.

Whatever was prepared in the kitchen was served.

If the ghost customers were not satisfied, they would complain directly to the kitchen.

Sure enough, a commotion arose shortly after in the hall.

“I ordered a dish, not an empty plate, damn it, who made this dish? I’m going to give a bad review.”