Chapter 328 Chef Saint Ansu

Early in the morning, when the genius dawned, the Chaos Walled City had already woken up. The hard-working residents of the Walled City also started working today. The magic neon lights flashed with brilliant brilliance. Warm and harmonious shops were lit one after another, and the residents were all excited. Engaged in busy work.

Because the Chaos Walled City is a transit point for outsiders to enter the Holy City and is in a period of rapid development and expansion, every shop is short of manpower. Stowaways like Ansu and others are the most popular among the bosses.

Especially the parent-child restaurant at the entrance of the street is most short of manpower.

For Troll, who is a chef, the meat of human palms is more delicate and chewy than pig's trotters, cow's trotters and other ingredients, and has more nutritional value.

He has been a chef for many years and is very talented.

The palms of the elderly are suitable for stew, while the palms of women are softer and more delicious and can be directly sashimied. Of course, the most nutritious hands are the hands of some human males, those who have never been out of the house all year round and have never been in love. Hands of the South are hard to find and have the highest nutritional value, because the palms are often rich in mysterious proteins that have been left over for many years.

This one tastes the most nutritious and can be cooked with medicinal herbs;

It is not unreasonable to say that Chu Nan is full of treasures.

The second shortage of manpower is the Black Eight Characters Hospital on the second floor of the walled city. A new trend suddenly became popular among the nobles of the Chaos Dynasty, which is to cut various limbs into their own bodies. Who has the best look? See who is the most chaotic and can win the blessing of chaos the most.

After the flesh and skin of the human arm were peeled off from the parent-child restaurant on the first floor, the remaining parts were transported to the amputation hospital for amputation by the nobles.

The last person lacking manpower was the liberal arts academy on the third floor of the walled city.

When the manpower reached the third floor, there was not much left. Only the ashes could still be used. The tattoo technicians burned the arm bones into white ash and smeared the white ash all over the guests' bodies. This is the "cold white skin" that is very popular recently. ' style tattoo,

Parent-child restaurant, amputation hospital, and death tattoo shop, these are the three shops that are most short of manpower in the chaotic city.

"Your Majesty the Count." Ansu showed an innocent smile. He filled out the agency registration form and handed it to Count Dracula. "I want to work these three jobs."

Working and receiving wages can only be regarded as remuneration for labor and cannot be called making money. Only when you go to work and not work can you call making money.

So the top priority is to find a job first.

Count Dracula blinked his eyes and looked at the enthusiastic young man in front of him. The Count could feel the young man's enthusiasm and sincerity from the bottom of his heart, and could feel the love for work in his eyes.

This kind of fool is the easiest to exploit!

You have such a good eye, boy.

And working three jobs at once!

The Count had read Ansu's background information and knew that he was an orphan from the border. Children from poor families have the most hard-working spirit, and he also liked this kind of poor children the most.

The blood of poor little devils is easy to drink.

"Young man, you have really good vision. You actually have your eye on a parent-child restaurant, a black hospital and a liberal arts college at the same time." Count Dracula couldn't wait to draw up an agency contract and handed it to Ansu. "As long as you sign these three white Just a work contract, don’t worry, the pay will be good.”

"Baigong?" Ansu raised his eyebrows.

"Because the human empire often has unscrupulous bosses who exploit employees and draw up some unscrupulous black labor contracts. Our city will definitely not allow such a bad phenomenon of 'black labor' to exist." Count Dracula said righteously, "So We call it a free job, and the salary is high. I don’t charge you an agency fee for the introduction, and the task is quite simple. You just need to sign and sign here.”

"Please rest assured that after twelve hours, the temporary contract for white labor will be automatically renewed." Count Dracula showed a humane smile, "But as long as you pass the fingerprint authentication, you can terminate the subsequent contract."

Ansu glanced at the three contracts:

[Employing unit (Party A): Chaotic City Information Technology Park, Awad Park]

[Position level: Level 3 low-level temporary worker]

[Chef’s Assistant (morning shift)] [Doctor’s Assistant (afternoon shift)] [Technician’s Assistant (evening shift)]

[Job content: When chefs, doctors, and technicians need help, Party B should help]

[Total employment time: twelve hours (three hours of trial time)]

[During work, Party A shall be responsible for the safety of Party B]

[At the end of twelve hours, the contract will be automatically renewed, but the renewal contract can be canceled after successful identity authentication]

[Salary: Ten gold coins per hour, probation period is not included in salary calculation]

[Note: Ten gold coins are required as a deposit, which will be refunded after the trial period]

[Please ask Party B to sign and pledge and sign the contract]

This is a soul-sharing contract. After both parties sign, neither Party A nor Party B can violate the contents of the contract.

"Well, they look like three very good jobs." Ansu checked the contract and nodded with a smile, "The work content is also very easy, and you can earn a total of one hundred and twenty gold coins."

Seeing the young man's satisfied look, Count Dracula's mouth cracked with a warm smile. He had built such a huge foundation by acting as an intermediary. He was able to deal with a kid like Ansu easily. This contract seemed perfect. , in fact, there are traps everywhere, interlocking with each other.

First is the work content,

Party B should lend a hand when needed.

This sentence actually means literally. When the chef needs to cook, when the hospital needs to amputate a limb, or when the tattoo artist needs ashes to paint, the assistant will cut off his hand and put it on.

The trial time is three hours, but it is not that the total trial time is three hours, but that each of the three tasks requires three hours, and together they are nine hours. Nine hours of work without any work.

The so-called trial period is just one way of writing it. In fact, it is the ‘food period’, also called the guarantee date of the food.

Wages will be paid after the food period has passed, but as long as the food is eaten within the food period, there is no need to continue to pay wages.

After all, the assistant lost his arm due to a work-related injury, so naturally he couldn't work. Since he couldn't work, why should they, as the boss, pay him wages?

At the same time, Ansu will still owe ten gold coins because his deposit will not be refunded because he has not been paid for twelve hours. If he can't repay it, then mortgage his other organs!

Moreover, even if he paid off the debt, he would not be able to escape, because the contract would automatically renew after twelve hours, and the renewal contract could only be canceled after identity verification.

But at that time, Ansu had no fingerprints, and he didn't even have his hands!

By then, it would be too late for him to even regret it.

The despicable poor kid actually tried to obtain the resident card of the Holy City!

Count Dracula's lips cracked into a smile, and his scarlet eyes were full of joy. His eyes were fixed on Ansu, the orphan from the border. Just give us masters the rest of our lives to work in vain.

You can still make money by working illegally in the human empire, but naturally you can only work in vain if you work for free!

Thanks to the devil cicadas and the constant licking of the buttocks by the colonists, countless races despised and abandoned their hometowns for the sweetness of the buttocks and the freedom of chaos, and in order to reach the advanced civilized world, and came to Ava with illusions. Germany, for Count Dracula, these endless fools are a steady supply of food.

Moreover, these foods do not need to pay taxes when passing through customs!

It was these genius colonists whose IQs were close to those of human children that created the Chaos City. Thanks to the money earned from these idiots as intermediaries, Count Dracula had expensive virgin blood as his dinner every day.

"A perfect contract, Your Majesty."

Ansu also smiled innocently at Dracula, "Loving work is also a kind of love. I have loved loving people since I was a child, and I will also love these jobs. Count Dracula, you What a good man, may the chaos bless you.”

He looked at the contract and signed the name of 'Ansu Milton' on Party B's signature.

"May the chaos protect you, honest young man." Count Dracula smiled inwardly, and he also signed his name on Party A's signature, "The contract is established."

Ansu's work of great love has officially begun.

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Eight o'clock sharp.

The warm sunshine shines on the 'Parent-Child Restaurant' on the first floor of the Chaos Walled City, and also shines on the mountains of bones piled at the door. Eight to twelve o'clock is the time when the Parent-Child Restaurant opens, and there is a queue outside the restaurant. There was a long dragon - the demon dragons were squatting at the door of the restaurant. They are all regular customers of the parent-child restaurant. This restaurant is famous for its famous cuisine, "Braised Renshou".

It tastes very chewy.

Because the patrons were too enthusiastic, by nine o'clock, all the ingredients had been used up, and there were still one or two dragons waiting to eat. "It is written in the contract that you will lend a hand when needed." The troll chef wore a white apron and held a kitchen knife in his hand. He breathed out a dark green breath between his blood-like teeth, and his chest heaved violently. , the corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and it could be seen that this gentleman was emotionally unstable, "Literally, when we were short of ingredients for cooking, you cut off your own hand and gave it to us."

It stared at the young man in front of it and said frantically, "Why are you handing me a handle while I'm cooking!"

"Chef."

Ansu said seriously, and he handed the handle on the restaurant door to Mr. Troll, "I mean this literally, it says in the contract, 'Give me a hand'."

"I'm just cooking." The troll chef's face was full of black lines, "I'm not repairing the door!"

"Then I have nothing to do with it." Ansu shook his head, "It's written in the contract anyway. You can't violate the contract after you sign it."

It seems to make sense. The troll's IQ is not enough, and it thinks what Ansu said makes sense.

Moreover, the soul contract did not punish the Ansu Milton in front of him.

Since the contract was not violated, the troll chef did not dare to attack Ansu. After all, the latter was protected by the contract.

"Hey - why haven't you done it yet? Damn it."

Just at this time, the demon dragons lining up outside started roaring. They had been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Don't give me five or six people who are all mixed up and perfect. If you don't put them in order, I will create you two!"

As a result, the stewed man has not yet been served. As the superior race of the Chaos Kingdom, the strength of the Demon Fang Dragon Clan cannot be underestimated. Its sharp magic teeth can tear everything apart.

They were so grumpy that they started to curse, their several-meter-long dragon tails smashed on the table, and their teeth broke several tables in succession.

The chef was sweating profusely. There was a shortage of ingredients and insufficient manpower. He, a troll, could not afford to offend the dragon, after all, the dragon was more powerful than him. He was anxiously looking for alternative ingredients. He had used up all the pig's trotters and there were not enough cow's trotters. He searched for a long time and suddenly froze, staring at Ansu with wide eyes.

The young man in front of him started to heat the oil in the pot. The red oil was bubbling in the pot. He chopped the green onion and ginger and fried them in. He then stir-fried them to produce a layer of sugar color, and then poured the sauce carefully. Finally, he put the huge, troll-specific silver handle on his shoulder into the pot.

The aroma was overflowing.

"It's done." Ansu showed an innocent smile. He took the dish out of the pot and put it on the plate. "Braised handle. Mr. Chef, according to the contract, I need to help you, and you must accept my help. I will help you satisfy the guests' appetite."

Ansu is a professional chef. After years of research, he found that the handle is also a rare branch of the hand.

Did you really make the handle into a dish? The troll was silent. Is this possible?

The dragon outside had already started to tear everything apart. "Roar, if it's not good, let me make it!"

"If it doesn't work." The troll muttered, "I'll throw you out for him to eat. Anyway, you're just a temporary worker."

There was really no other way. The troll saw that Ansu's braised handle looked really good. The handle was no longer visible under the sugar color, so he tentatively asked the waiter to serve it to the dragon guests.

"Today's side dish is really chewy, and the little taste is sizzling and fragrant."

The dragon tribe didn't doubt it, picked up the handle and started to gnaw it. It tried hard to bite the dish into its stomach, and then heard a click. Its face became dull. It tentatively used its claws to dig into its mouth, but saw that its mouth was full of blood and broken teeth.

Its teeth,

Broken.

The dragon teeth that were enough to bite steel in half were broken on this dish!

[Order completed]

[Dragon Tribe: Big Tooth Senma said your dish is very chewy]

[Evaluation: Gaga awesome]

The troll chef was completely confused. How could a mere handle have such a strong hardness?

"Look, the problem is solved. The guests can't eat anymore, so there's no appetite."

Ansu said to the dumbfounded troll, "When cooking, I engraved the alchemical rune of 'hardness' on the handle, and remelted the structure of mithril through a big fire, re-refined the magic circuit into shape, and refined it three times, giving it a solid attribute again, and applying a triple protective array."

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The troll was dumbfounded. I asked you to cook, but you turned it into alchemy!

This is a kitchen, not a workshop!

The chef thought he was invincible in the cooking of dark cuisine and was respected as the 'God of Cooking' by the world, but in the next half an hour, he finally saw what a chef is.

The second dish, spicy human hands.

Refining fire magic on the handle, scalding the customer's mouth so that he can't speak, and getting the evaluation [popular]

The third dish, cold human hands.

Refining freezing magic on the handle, freezing the customer's tongue into ice and then melting it, and getting the evaluation [drooling]

The fourth dish, sashimi human hands.

Sharpening the handle into a mithril weapon, stabbing the customer's body, and getting the rating [praise]

The troll shrank in a corner with trembling shoulders, looking at the chef saint with fear, watching the scene in front of him.

Countless alchemical weapons were forcibly stuffed into the diners' throats by the chef saint Ansu, blood splattered and tears flew everywhere, and none of the customers could give a bad review, but the boy still had that sunny smile, as if he loved the job of a chef from the bottom of his heart, and felt that the dishes he made were delicious from the bottom of his heart.

At ten o'clock, Ansu's trial period was over.

He turned his head with a smile on his face and looked at the chef, "Sir. My probation period is over, it's time for me to officially participate in the work."

The probation period is so outrageous, and the official participation is too much!

The troll left a shadow of his head. He was afraid that if he continued, his store would be demolished and turned into the largest human alchemy workshop in Naraku.

"But we have signed a contract, I need to work, otherwise I won't get paid." An Su shook his head, "I can't make money."

"You can just go to work and not work." The troll smiled like a good cat. He was really afraid of An Su, the uncle, "We will still pay you, you just rest. This is called making money."

The chef now just wants to send An Su away, the plague god. He can turn cooking into alchemy. This uncle looks so pure and glorious, but he didn't expect that the degree of chaos in his bones is higher than anyone else.

Just being a good person is not as good as An Su. This young master has a handle on being a person!

He is really afraid that An Su will come to him to try the dishes on a whim.

"I'm so sorry. What a pity."

An Su said ashamedly. He crossed out the restaurant and store. He had completed one third of his money-making plan, so he looked at the Black Eight Characters Hospital on the second floor.

Once again, the boy smiled with love for work.