Folk horror tales 10: Steak
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Steak was the favorite food of European medieval nobles, cooked with pepper and spices, and served on special occasions to showcase the host's prestigious status. 0
 
Until now, steak remains a popular food, and Zhao Yazhu's steakhouse is the leader in the steak world. 0
 
 
"Ask your boss to come out and tell him it's Mr. Liu," a bearded man said to the waiter. 0
 
"Sure, please wait a moment," the waiter respectfully replied and left. 0
 
 
After a while, Zhao Yazhu came to the front of the bearded man. 0
 
"Mr. Liu, someone else wants to reserve my steak again?" Zhao Yazhu said with a smile. 0
 
 
"Yes, ever since Mr. Zhao's steaks were sold in my hotel, I've been getting more and more customers, all thanks to you," Mr. Liu said with a happy face. 0
 
"Let's get straight to the point, how many steaks do you need this time?" 0
 
 
Zhao Yazhu restrained her smile and asked seriously, "A customer has ordered 50 servings, saying it's for his son's classmate gathering. Just prepare them and he'll reheat them. The money split is 60-40, with 60 for you and 40 for me," Mr. Liu said with a smile. 0
 
 
"Okay, once it's ready, I will have someone deliver it to your home, and then you can have someone send it to his house." 0
 
"Okay, thank you." After saying that, Mr. Liu left without looking back. 0
 
 
"Xiao Xie, check how much material is left. I'm waiting for your report in the office." 0
 
Zhao Yazhu suddenly changed, speaking in a cold and distant manner. 0
 
 
"Yes, boss." 0
 
 
The waiter named Xiao Xie strode towards the kitchen and turned on the gas switch. Most people would think that the gas would leak at this time. 0
 
 
However, the cabinet suddenly opened, revealing a freezer inside. 0
 
"Knock knock knock." Little Xie knocked on the door. 0
 
 
"Please come in," said Zhao Yazhu with a blank expression. 0
 
 
"Boss, we have only a little over 40 units of raw materials left, so we can't make 50 portions. What should we do?" asked Xiao Xie nervously. 0
 
"I understand. We will have more raw materials tonight. Instruct the head chef to start preparing with the available materials for now." 0
 
 
Zhao Yazhu waved his hand, and Xiao Xie retreated. Not long after Xiao Xie left, there was a knock on the door, followed by the words: "It's the third watch of the night." 0
 
 
"Wake up at five, please come in." 0
 
Zhao Yazhu took out a stack of banknotes from the drawer and opened the door. 0
 
 
"Boss, here are your materials," said the man with a stubbly face, panting. These materials have wasted quite a bit of my time. 0
 
 
"You've worked hard, this is your reward." 0
 
Zhao Yazhu smiled and handed over the money. 0
 
 
"Thank you, I'll take my leave now." stubble man took the money and hurried out. 0
 
Seeing stubble man leave, Zhao Yazhu looked at the materials on the ground and began to ponder. 0
 
 
He was originally a clever child. 0
 
However, fate made him born into a poor single-parent farmer's family. 0
 
 
His father believed that studying was useless, so he made him start farming at the age of 14. 0
 
How could a child possibly be familiar with operating farm tools? 0
 
 
He did not meet his father's requirements and was beaten every day when he came home. 0
 
Once, a classmate organized a gathering and invited Zhao Yazhu. They went to the city to have steak. 0
 
 
Zhao Yazhu Watching the chef prepare the steak, I also learned a little. 0
 
However, this was when he went to the party behind his father's back. When he came back, his father beat him up. 0
 
 
He couldn't take it anymore. One day, when his father was beating him, he accidentally used a resisting bamboo stick to knock his father to the ground. 0
 
He killed and dismembered the body, turning his father's corpse into meat patties. 0
 
 
He tasted the steak himself and also gave it to the classmates who often bullied him. 0
 
He borrowed money to open a shop, and gradually became wealthier. 0
 
 
"Boss, more than 40 portions have been prepared. Are all the ingredients ready?" A respectful voice interrupted his contemplation. 0
 
"They're over there." 0
 
 
Zhao Yazhu glanced at the black hemp bag on the ground. 0
 
At night, the kitchen of Zhao Yazhu's shop was brightly lit, constantly emitting bursts of fragrance... 0
 
 
"I heard that the steak at that restaurant is really delicious. Let's go and try it." Several female college students pointed to Zhao Yazhu's steakhouse and said. 0
 
 
 
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