The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 172

The dim streets were filled with ghostly shadows, and the disgusting smell of rotting limbs and severed arms was everywhere. Several ghosts, seeing Qing Li, a human, walking alone on the street, had their blood-red eyes gleaming with greed.

“System, help me find a restaurant that’s hiring a chef,” said Qing Li, jobless and wandering aimlessly on the streets.

Every now and then, fearless ghosts would pounce on her, thinking she was a free dinner, only to be kicked sky-high.

In the face of Qing Li’s ferocity, the restless ghosts instantly became docile.

The system quickly replied to Qing Li, “Turn left on this road and go straight for two hundred meters. There’s a restaurant hiring a chef.”

Following the system’s guidance, Qing Li quickly found the restaurant.

She pushed the door open, and the waiter ghost’s welcoming words got stuck in his throat.

A human?

This was the first time a human had come to this restaurant since its opening.

“Hello, is this restaurant hiring?” Qing Li asked with a naive and honest smile, giving off an innocent impression.

The waiter ghost was even more shocked. This human was here to apply!

To apply for what?

As an ingredient?

Seeing Qing Li’s charming appearance and tender skin, she looked like a delicious, top-grade ingredient.

The waiter ghost’s eyes rolled, and then he flashed a symbolic smile, “Yes, our restaurant is hiring for the kitchen. Please wait a moment, I’ll call our manager to interview you.”

Soon, a skinny male ghost approached.

He scrutinized Qing Li with his sinister eyes, as if examining a piece of merchandise. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth, his hoarse and unpleasant voice sounding, “Are you the one who wants to apply?”

Qing Li nodded with a smile: “Yes, I would like to apply for a job in the kitchen.”

Upon hearing this, the male ghost curled his lips into a smile that was up to no good.

Although the restaurant’s kitchen was short of a chef, it was even more in need of human ingredients.

Now that a human was willingly offering themselves, he was naturally eager to welcome them.

“Alright, you’re hired, but I must warn you, if the dishes you make dissatisfy the ghost customers, then you will become their next dish.”

The male ghost left behind an ambiguous smile and instructed a waiter ghost to lead Qing Li to the kitchen to start work.

The kitchen was larger, with five or six chef ghosts busily working. Seeing a waiter ghost bring in a fresh and tender human, one of the chefs instinctively said, “Aren’t guests forbidden from bringing their own ingredients? What are you doing bringing ingredients here?”

The waiter ghost replied, “From today onwards, this human will be your new colleague.”

The chef ghosts in the kitchen were stunned.

A human as a chef?

The waiter ghost added, “The boss has instructed that if this human makes any mistakes, you can deal with them as you see fit.”

Hearing this, the expressions of the chef ghosts instantly became clear.

At that moment, all the ghosts in the kitchen looked at Qing Li as if she were a premium ingredient, eagerly wanting to cut her open and prepare a delicious dish.

Qing Li, smiling, greeted her new colleagues, “Hello everyone, I’m your new colleague Qing Li. Please take care of me.”

The head chef ghost coldly responded, “We can’t take care of you. You’re just a lowly, despicable human, not fit to be our colleague.”

He insulted Qing Li, hoping she would leave in humiliation so he could kill her.

However, Qing Li, squinting her eyes, smiled and said, “You’re right, I’m not worthy to be your colleague, so…”

Before she could finish, the kitchen erupted in horrific ghostly wails.

A while later, chefs missing arms and legs collectively went to resign to the restaurant manager.

“Boss, I’m resigning. My hen is having a difficult birth, and I need to help it deliver.”

“Boss, I suddenly remembered that today is my grandmother’s 200th wedding anniversary, I must rush home for her celebration.”

“Boss, my wife ran off with our kid and the neighbor, I need to bring them back.”

The chefs’ reasons for resigning were more ridiculous than the next.

Despite the restaurant manager’s desperate pleas, they resolutely left.

In truth, they didn’t want to leave, but with that woman there, they had no choice.

[I can already see the end of this restaurant.]

[Having a village girl like this as a chef is a blessing for the restaurant.]

[And a blessing for the restaurant’s ghost customers.]

[Ghost: Do you want this blessing?]

[Village girl: How could I not? I’ll make sure you’re satisfied.]

At that moment, the crowded kitchen became eerily empty. Qing Li washed her hands and began to wait for the waiter ghost to bring the menu.

She was already eager to showcase her culinary skills.

The restaurant manager came to the kitchen to ask why the chefs had resigned?

It was clear that their collective resignation was related to this new human hire.

With an innocent expression, Qing Li shook her fluffy hair and honestly said, “Aren’t their reasons for resigning clear? A hen in labor, a grandmother’s wedding, a wife running away…”

The gaunt restaurant manager with sunken cheeks was instantly rendered speechless and choked up: “……”

?[?’_’?]?

At that moment, the waiter ghost hurriedly brought the menu: “Table 07’s ghost customer ordered a bowl of brain rice.”

In the horror world, human brains are very popular among the ghostly beings.

Although the restaurant manager had his doubts about Qing Li, satisfying the ghost customer’s needs was paramount. Now that Qing Li was the only chef left in the kitchen, he took a deep breath and said to her, “You better get ready quickly, don’t keep the ghost customer waiting.”

“Okay, manager,” Qing Li said with a smile.

Under the manager’s watchful eye, Qing Li skillfully scooped a bowl of steaming hot white rice from the pot and personally carried it to the restaurant’s front hall.

The restaurant manager immediately sensed trouble. The ghost customer ordered brain rice, not plain white rice. If this human only brought a bowl of rice, it would surely anger the ghost customer.

As expected, when the restaurant manager arrived at the front hall, the customer at Table 07 was furious at the sight of the white rice on the table.

“I ordered brain rice, where is the brain?”

“What a terrible restaurant, blatantly cutting corners. Believe it or not, I’ll file a complaint against you.”

His voice immediately drew the attention of other curious ghost customers.

But Qing Li calmly said, “Please be patient, esteemed ghost customer. To ensure that our guests enjoy the freshest food, our restaurant always adheres to the principle of slaughtering and killing ingredients on the spot.”

The manager, just arriving in the front hall, was confused. Since when did our restaurant have this policy?

But before he could react, Qing Li swiftly sliced open the top of the ghost customer’s head, revealing black brain matter emitting a stench like sewer water.

Unperturbed, Qing Li scooped out the brain matter with a large iron spoon and drizzled it over the sparkling white rice.

After this series of actions, she smiled and said, “Esteemed ghost customer, your brain rice is ready for enjoyment.”

Manager: (???)?

?Highlighting, “Your” brain matter?

?Even though it’s freshly slaughtered and killed, why does the ingredient still feel not fresh??

?Congratulations to the village girl on her improved cooking skills. Finally, a dish that doesn’t resemble poop. But this bowl of brain rice reminds me of the cesspit in our village, where the excrement of countless laborers has accumulated, fermenting and concentrating over many years into a thick black liquid. Scooping out a spoonful and pouring it over the fragrant rice, we get this freshly made bowl of brain rice.?

?The comment above sums it up well…?