Returning to the [cafeteria] once again.
Unlike breakfast,
lunch is much more abundant in portion and variety; you could already smell the fragrance wafting from the cafeteria while walking on the road,
and the excellent students could enter from the east gate for a âspecial lottery.â
The options in these lotteries donât include "stews"; all are exceptionally delicious high-grade foods, which are also excellent for mental support and restoration.
Additionally, thereâs a chance to draw first, second, or third prize.
The third prize is a special large meal,
the second prize grants free choice of meals for a week,
and the first prize is having lunch with a teacher.
Today, only Pope won the âthird prize,â receiving a full seafood feast, and he could share it with his companions.
Unfortunately, Han Dong had no chance to taste such a feast,
when it was his turn, the staff immediately recognized the student specially instructed by the head chef and led Han Dong to the back kitchen entrance.
"The head chef is waiting for you in the [ingredients room] at the very depths, be careful on the way."
After a word of caution, he returned with the lottery box to his post.
The back kitchenâs specifications were larger than expected, even divided into several levels... naturally, the deepest part is at the very bottom.
The outermost kitchen layer is even cleaner than many high-end hotels on the market, with different areas all having a âdaily hygiene monitoring reportâ posted. If the score doesnât reach at least grade A, the relevant personnel will be punished.
Following the hallway of the back kitchen downward,
passing through the "processing layer" and "screening layer," we finally reached the darkest, deepest ingredients layer.
Not only did the air reek of a bloody odor, but there was also a sound of screaming,
the cries of various animals (including students) rose and fell one after another,
accidentally peeking through the door of a eerie room, Han Dong glimpsed the darkest side of the cafeteria.
A group of ingredient handlers in black priest robes and pig head masks,
gathered around an ingredient (person), connecting body parts and organs from different animals onto the ingredient,
such as replacing fingers with chicken claws,
or replacing the head with a cowâs head,
or turning feet into hooves.
Most importantly, the individual remained in a "conscious state" throughout to ensure the final stitched ingredient was fresh.
Such âartworksâ would be sent to the teachersâ exclusive dining room.
When this group of pig-headed priests turned their heads, Han Dong was no longer at the door.
Clinging to the cold cement wall, he reached the independent room at the deepest layer, which was also the head chefâs office.
Kr-kk~
The iron door, marked with a group of pig symbols, was slowly pushed open,
He thought heâd see some bloody, cruel scene,
but what met his eye was a spacious, clean pigsty, various types of pigs being raised here, and many old ladies cleaning the pigstyâs filth.
The head chef looked at his pigsty with satisfaction,
The pigs stitched, or rather growing on his back also issued joyful squeals.
"Youâre here... Seems like you caught a glimpse of the unspeakable scene next door.
Do not pity those âingredientsâ accepting the splicing ritual,
they volunteered for it, and once used by teachers, theyâll undergo a form of ascension as âfood sacrificials.â"
Han Dong quickly showed a misunderstood expression,
"Donât misunderstand, Chef! I didnât think there was anything wrong,
I just feel like such splicing lacks purpose. Although it can lock in freshness and is ritualistic, it might not be so good in taste or necessarily very nutritious."
"It seems you have unique insights on food?"
Han Dong revealed a peculiar smile, "Not bad, I believe Iâve tasted the worldâs top delicacies, and also the most vile filth."
"Indeed,
You are different from any student in this school, possibly even more interesting than the Principal... Shh! This mustnât be spread around; the Principal is very petty."
Han Dong immediately made an OK gesture.
"Come with me, the lunch I personally prepared is ready; oh."
They didnât go to the dining room,
instead, they stepped into the pigsty in front, squeezing through the soft pig crowd, reaching the central position.
Two buckets of smoking slop were already set up, all the pigs around drooled over it but dared not approach.
"Whatâs this?"
"Perfectly proportioned mixture from a cookâs experience, made with all cafeteria ingredients as the ultimate stew, will you taste with me?"
"Alright."
Just like that,
the two men, surrounded by the pig crowd, hoisted the slop buckets, and poured it into their throats.
Almost simultaneously putting down the big buckets,
"The taste is pretty good. Unfortunately, the liver proportion could be adjusted a bit higher, which would increase..."
Han Dong began analyzing the various components of the bucket of slop and the supplementary âpoints.â
In fact,
during the eating session, Han Dong diverted a part towards Swollen Doctorâs lab, using the most advanced biological device for composition analysis.
"Who exactly are you?"
After this comprehensive analysis, even the head chef was stunned.
"I have a bit of a knack for [eating], and I can see that youâre a chef who genuinely loves food, willing to dedicate yourself for it.
Would you like to work for me?
The prisoners here really need a top-notch chef like you, and Iâll also travel to different worlds, recruiting top chefs of the same mindset to work with you.
In the future, you might even personally provide âprison mealsâ for Mr. Teacher."
During this conversation,
Pennywise was already clinging to the head chefâs back, clutching two smiling balloons.
If the other showed any hostility,
or any intention of reporting Han Dong,
the clown would stuff the balloons into his brain.
"You~ are not an ordinary person after all... Is there another purpose for your presence at this school?
Why should I believe you could take down an entity like Mr. Teacher? Heâs an Upper Being, meticulous, impossible to find any loopholes.
If not, I wouldnât be trapped here by him."
Han Dong pointed to the well-lit pigsty, "Could Mr. Teacher quietly sneak in here?"
"Heâs the Principal, if he wants in, I canât stop him... But the probability of sneaking in is pretty low. The pigs I raise are very clever after all."
"Oh, but did they notice these things that floated in long ago?"
"Hm?"
Following Han Dongâs gaze,
the head chef suddenly froze.
A bunch of balloons had somehow floated into the pigsty corner, each containing a pig head inside.
"When are you planning to act?"
"A bit late, when I completely infiltrate the [teacher layer], Mr. Teacher can come back and see."
Upon finishing these words, Han Dong also waved his hand.
The clown nestled beside the head chef unwillingly moved away.