Free Web NovelChapter 335: Chapter 317: Angering Oneself to Death
The cockroach monster’s face was full of rage, but it didn’t step forward.
When Wen Ying saw the cockroach monster, she was as delighted as if she’d seen an old friend.
She quickly walked over to the cockroach monster. "Head Chef, you’re still alive? You really gave me a scare. You have to vouch for me, right? I’m not the one who made this cafeteria so filthy. Even though I’m a cleaner at this mental hospital, I’m off the clock now. Cleaning this place isn’t my responsibility, so I’ll have to trouble you to do it yourselves. I’ll be back on time for breakfast tomorrow morning, and if by then..."
Wen Ying hadn’t even finished speaking when the cockroach monster had already vanished into the back kitchen.
It scurried away in a hurry, as if afraid of being tainted by something.
The human chef stood humbly to the side. ’Even the Head Chef is no match for this woman,’ he thought. ’I definitely don’t stand a chance.’
"Why’d the Head Chef run off so fast? You’d think I was terrifying or something. Do you think I’m terrifying?"
The human chef was about to nod, but one look at Wen Ying’s eyes made him instantly shake his head.
"Right? I’m so kind. It’s obvious the Head Chef is under too much stress and has developed some psychological issues. After breakfast tomorrow, I can take a look at him. But you have to make it clear to him: a consultation with me costs one thousand a session. Understand?"
The human chef felt a bitter taste in his mouth.
’When Immortals fight, mortals suffer. This must be what that’s like.’
"Oh, right. Did you memorize my order? Make it according to that menu tomorrow morning. I’m going to find my dorm. See you tomorrow."
Wen Ying left without a backward glance. When she reached the cafeteria entrance, she suddenly stopped.
She turned around. "The cafeteria floor is too dirty. Tell the Head Chef that if it’s still this filthy tomorrow, I’ll suspect he’s trying to increase my workload."
Wen Ying left with a grin, but the human chef shivered.
’So terrifying!’
’So terrifying!’
’As for telling the Head Chef about this?’
’How could I possibly go looking for death?’
He could only resign himself to his fate. He got water from the back kitchen, found a mop and a rag, and began to mop and wipe, bit by bit.
’Oh, heavens!’
’What have I done to deserve this?!’
’Since when does a terrifying chef in a mental hospital have to do this kind of work?’
’I really don’t want to do this!’
’But I don’t dare disobey!’
’I can’t afford to offend either of them!’
’No matter how bitter or exhausting it is, I have to persevere, persevere, and persevere!’
Looking at the enormous cafeteria, he silently swallowed his tears.
*
After leaving the cafeteria, Wen Ying headed into a hallway. After a turn, she could see a long corridor.
Rows of doors were set into the walls.
Light seeped out from under some of the doors.
The hallway seemed very long; walking all the way down would take some time.
’In the interest of saving time...’
Wen Ying knocked on the first door.
"Who is it?"
"Me. The cleaner."
"..." A moment of silence, then a long silence.
"Not going to open the door? Are you guys full?"
"It’s all men in here. It’s not suitable for you."
"Open the door and let me see. Otherwise, I’m breaking in."
CREAK!
The door was instantly thrown open!
Inside the room were five bunk beds.
Three men stood in a line at the doorway, as if waiting for an inspection from a superior.
Wen Ying looked at the three of them. "There are only three of you, and you’re full?"
"You—"
"But since it’s all men, it really isn’t suitable for me."
The door was instantly slammed shut. Wen Ying, who hadn’t finished speaking, could only stand outside the door. "Then do you know which room is empty?"
"We don’t know."
Inside, the three men let out a huge sigh of relief, as if they had just survived a disaster.
"Good thing you didn’t say anything. That psycho wouldn’t have been easy to deal with."
"What a waste of a pretty face. I thought there weren’t any good-looking women in this instance dungeon, but now that we’ve found one, we can’t even touch her."
"Forget it. Do you want to live, or do you want to die for a pretty face? That psycho is bold enough to be that arrogant with an NPC. Do you think she’ll even survive the night?"
"Doesn’t that make it even more of a shame? Why don’t we figure something out? Get a little action?"
"I don’t dare. Don’t you know how dangerous it is here at night? If you want to go, go by yourself!"
*
’Living with other people is indeed a hassle. I’ll skip knocking on doors that have lights on for now.’
She walked past seven or eight rooms before finally seeing one without any light. The number on the door was 808.
Wen Ying had always liked the number 8.
She stopped decisively.
She knocked. No response.
Wen Ying pushed the door open directly. She felt along the wall by the door and, sure enough, found the light switch.
CLICK. The light flickered on.
The room was revealed in its entirety.
One bed had bedding on it, but no one was there. The other beds were all empty.
’Is someone living in this room?’
’It’s already dusk. If someone was here, they should be back by now after dinner, right?’
