Chapter 672 Meal Preparation

  【Sabab】

ˆ It has always been held only before the official performance of the circus, but this time it is held before the non-performance. Obviously, the boss thinks that this is a very important time point, even more important than the official performance.

 The "reform" mentioned by the boss also gave everyone their own ideas.

However, the specific reforms will have to wait until the end of the Sabbat. The most important thing right now is to consider the preparation of dishes.

Currently, a "receptionist" is nervously riding a roller coaster to the clown house.

He is the lowest employee of the circus, responsible for the basic tasks such as ushering the audience in when the circus opens, explaining the rules, delivering drinks and food donated by the circus, etc.

According to statistics, one out of a hundred receptionists may be promoted to a poker face.

This receptionist is obviously ordinary, but today he suddenly received an order from Poker Face, asking him to go to the Clown House to inform [Clown Art], who has been in seclusion, about the Sabbat and temporary meetings.

He was also very puzzled. Shouldn't this kind of thing be communicated directly between the main members? Why should he, a low-level employee, convey such an important thing?

Moreover, the character he is about to face is also the most notorious clown in the circus.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

 The roller coaster arrives at the station.

Looking at the head balloons lined up in front of the chief clown's house, he was trembling with fear and his legs were weak.

 But strangely,

The disease he suffered from actually triggered itself, and the fear was offset by red lupus growing all over his body. A biological instinct made him get out of the car and get closer.

 Strangely, the human-head balloon did not absorb him, but instead gave him a way.

 When he successfully approached the factory gate, the human-shaped iron chain hanging on the door also untied itself, as if the people inside knew he was coming.

 The door is open,

What he saw was a sarcoma space filled with endless tumors and countless wailing sounds. Pus continued to flow out from everywhere, and even there was a sticky feeling under his feet.

 Overflowing with evil,

 But he didn't reject it at all, and actually felt like he was going home.

 But when I glanced at it again, only the empty factory was left.

In the open space in the center of the factory, there sat a mummy wearing a loose clown suit and a haggard face. Even the cheeks were completely sunken, like a human skin skeleton.

But through his exaggerated hooked nose and colorful makeup, you can immediately identify him as the chief clown.

The tension is indescribable,

But the receptionist gathered all her words and began to deliver the message.

"Report! Dear Mr. Art, based on the recent space expansion and fear value utilization of the circus, it can be estimated that the effective growth rate of the tent has been greatly reduced. This may be related to the space limitations of the old world and the low quality of fear harvested from recent performances. .

 In addition, in terms of personnel recruitment…

 Finally, I would also like to tell the story between me and Miss Malina and how I have been having frequent and urgent urination recently..."

This man talked about a bunch of things related to the overall operation of the circus, and even some of his own personal and strange things, without even mentioning the Sabbat that should have been mentioned.

 Until he told everything he knew, he realized that he shouldn't have said it.

"By the way! I'm here mainly to inform you about your participation in tomorrow's Sabbat. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

This man was clearly thinking about leaving, but he walked in the opposite direction with his feet. Unknowingly, he was standing in the middle of the factory, leaning in front of Art.

Buzz!

 Some kind of resonance effect was created between him and Art,

His abdomen had bulged up to half a meter without knowing it, bursting open and leaking pus. All the bones and skin in his body turned into pus and flowed into Ater's body.

This man didn't feel any pain at all. It seemed that he had been separated from Ater's body from the beginning, and he just remembered it just now.

 When it completely flows into it and completes the combination, Art gradually opens his eyes full of malice.

 Several months of retreat,

He did not eat anything, and even separated excess nutrients from part of his consciousness, becoming a "harmless" receptionist to experience the grassroots life of the circus.

His malignant deity is engaged in the purest form of seclusion in a state of no desire, complete starvation and even the inability of tumor cells to divide.

The scar wound has long been repaired, and Art seems to have reached a higher level of illness.

“The Sabbat... is just right~ My body is in urgent need of food nourishment. The boss’s upcoming reforms are also just right for me. The timing is perfect.”

 …

 The Sabbat will be held tomorrow evening.

 At that time, the main members will gather in the kitchen one hour before to make dishes together.

Although William and Catherine were excluded, they decided to make dishes, but in order not to put pressure on others and compete for kitchen space and ingredients, they came to the kitchen one day in advance.

 Chef Timmy is supervising the Poker Face here to completely clean the kitchen.

“Didn’t the boss ask you to rest? And tomorrow is the Sabbat, so don’t disturb our preparations.”

William took a step forward and bowed as a gentleman.

“Being such a chef, Catherine and I plan to create a joint dish to increase the diversity of the Sabbat. Our dishes will not participate in subsequent evaluations, but simply want to enhance the atmosphere of the Sabbat.

Moreover, our dishes can be made now and served directly on the table tomorrow, without any impact on the Sabbat process.

 If you, Chef Timmy, are not confident about the quality of the dishes, we can make an extra portion tonight and you will decide whether to serve it.

In addition, we will never affect your work. We provide most of the ingredients ourselves and do not need "the boss's meat". "

In view of the amazing dishes William has made, Chef Timmy made an exception and nodded, "Then I will definitely raise the review threshold. If you can't pass the test, go back and rest."

"good."

 Co-production.

Due to the strict requirements of the boss, the Sabbat must highlight the personality of each member, and everyone needs to complete their own dishes independently, so this kind of joint production has never happened before.

Although Chef Timmy seemed uninterested on the surface and was just supervising the cleaning work, in fact he would peek at the progress of the two of them whenever he found the opportunity.

What surprised him was that the two of them did not use the tableware that came with the kitchen. Instead, they used leather bags and deep-sea gel to make a portable tableware in a bucket. It did not look beautiful at all.

Moreover, the two people also divided their labors to make strange dry materials, and even borrowed an incinerator to quickly dry the materials when necessary.

 The preparation of dishes is not always smooth sailing.

 It can be seen that many things are done for the first time, and if they fail, they are directly thrown into the trash can. It is not passed until both people nod at the same time. In this way, it took a full six hours to produce the first finished product.

 The time is already three o'clock in the morning,

 Chef Timmy, however, was completely unable to sleep while sitting in front of the monitor because he saw the wonderful cooperation between the two.

When he watched the two people waving to the monitor, he deliberately pretended to be woken up and hurried to the kitchen impatiently.

Looking at the dishes brought over by the two men, he opened his mouth with criticism.

"That's it? Can such a rough shape be suitable for the Sabbat?"

“We will also draw a pattern on the outer packaging in the future to make it look better. However, Sabbat mainly pursues taste. Chef, why don’t you give it a try first?”

 “For your sake, I’ll give it a try.”

With trust in William, the chef stirred the mysterious food in the bowl and slowly put it into his mouth, without even starting to chew...

˜Every area of ​​the circus is basically completely isolated, providing excellent privacy.

 But tonight, most people heard a strange and high-pitched moan and thought something had happened to the circus.

 (End of this chapter)