But once he saw it, he could perceive the breath of the chef in the green apron, and the chef in the green apron standing behind him felt like an ice block, or a rigid corpse soaked in ice water.
The chef in the green apron, seeing Wei Shan open his mouth, slowly turned his dull eyeballs like dry stone spheres in front of him.
It slowly stretched out its hand, the surrounding ominous aura invisible but in perception, it continuously dissipated as if a refrigerator's cold compartment was opened.
It revealed a signature eerie smile, then silently took Wei Shan's bowl, and instead of heading to Window 3 for purchasing meals, it retreated into the shadows, going to Window 10 instead...
Apparently, this time, it said it would go to Window 10 to add noodles for Wei Shan.
"Wait!" Kuai Hongji suddenly spoke, halting the chef in the green apron, "I'll have another bowl too."
"Are you a pig? Do you still need more?" Wei Shan seized every opportunity to mock Kuai Hongji.
