Chapter 211 - Tracing (1/2)

The Blood Hunting Manor was filled up with wails now.

“Oh my God!! Boss, come back soon!” Zhao Changge hugged his head and shouted to the sky.

“Edward, Catherine… what have you cooked?!” Feng Tianming had fallen to the ground at this moment. His face turned purple.

“No, I’m going to die. Er ah!” Misawa Chihiro curled up beside him in a worse situation. Her face was pale and her breaths were difficult.

“Er, hehe. Let me clear your stomachs.” Chu He tried to endure his laugh aside.

Staying away from the stupid couple, he put his eyes on the dish emitting a strange purple-black aura from time to time.

It was the evil source of the people’s wailing. After Wang Bugui left, seeing no one was taking care of Elsa, the Edwards volunteered and took the lead to rush to her room to take care of her.

Unexpectedly, little Elsa said she was hungry after she woke up. So, they volunteered again to make breakfast for everyone. They found a few people and forcibly fed them a small bite of the food they made to let them judge the taste.

As a result, this little bite became the most painful memory of their lives. With such a taste, what they had eaten was not food, but a strong poison.

“What are you doing?”

Suddenly, a familiar voice came from behind. Wang Bugui came in from outside the hall, his face full of doubts.

“Boss!!”

“We’re saved!”

“Help!”

The three of them rushed over immediately, as if they saw a straw for help.

“Wait, when did I become so popular?”

Wang Bugui’s both hands were held by Feng Tianming and Misawa Chihiro, and his waist was also hugged by Zhao Changge. He was a little flattered in this case.

“Boss, they’re fine. They just ate the food made by the Edwards.” Chu He told the truth.

Hearing that, Wang Bugui put his eyes on the Edwards, and then moved them down on the weird dishes on the table.

“What is that purple meat?” Wang Bugui asked, pointing at a plate of meat emitting purple aura.

“It’s made of colorful berries, mushrooms, grape soda, and all the spices you bought.” Edward clapped his chest proudly.

“Wh-what? Were you going to cook drug?” Wang Bugui became speechless.

Then, he looked at another dish and asked, “What is this black soup? Why, there are scorpion tails and small lizards inside?”

“We wanted to make stew soup. But I didn’t know what to add. I heard that these things are well-nourished with protein, so I added them.” Edward answered.

“There are also other kinds of reptiles with high protein. The seasonings are half a pot of salt, ten spoons of soy sauce, a bottle of vinegar, a pot of pepper, half a pot of pepper. It was cooked for two hours.” Catherine added.

…

Wang Bugui became more speechless. Hearing that, Clara and the others behind him also didn’t want to say anything. There were still many other dishes on the table, all of which were weird.

There were a pizza like the starry sky with various poisonous insects on it, and a purple-black salad with different vegetables, including the colorful mushroom Edward picked out carefully.

All kinds of meat were colorful. Except for the red and white, the other colors could all be seen. As for the soups, it could melt the spoons directly if you put the spoons in them.

“You’re going to give these dishes for Elsa to eat? Aren’t you sure they are the necessary good products for killing people both at home and in travel?” Wang Bugui arched his eyebrow and asked.

“Brother, I’m afraid…”

Elsa was brought here by Edward. After seeing the dishes and the result of eating them, she ran straight to the back of Wang Bugui and shivered.

“Elsa, we really want to make breakfast for you. Believe us.”

When they saw her grasping Wang Bugui’s trouser legs, sticking out half of her head and looking at them with frightened eyes, Edward and Catherine felt a sour in their hearts.

“Come on, don’t frighten her.”

Wang Bugui said helplessly. Then, he looked at his pocket watch and said, “It is already eleven o’clock. Let me go to prepare lunch.”

“We’ll finally leave the sea of suffering!” Zhao Changge sighed to the sky.

“For the first time, I am so eager to eat the food you cooked.” Even Feng Tianming, at this moment, must acknowledge Wang Bugui’s cooking skill. At least, the dishes he made were still acceptable.

But the dishes the Edward’s made were challenges of the limits of biological tolerance.

“I want to eat braised pork ribs, braised pork, roasted whole lamb, roast suckling pig, sauce beef, Cantonese roast goose…”

The most exciting person was Misawa Chihiro. While holding Wang Bugui’s hand, she kept reciting the food she desired the most.

“Okay, you’ll have all of them!”

Wang Bugui rolled up his sleeves and went straight to the kitchen to start cooking. An hour later, dozens of dishes were placed on the dining table one after another.