Chapter 70 If You Don't Report, I Will
It seemed as if Abella had hit the nail on the head, making Hunter even more uneasy. "I believe my chefs would never do such heartless things!"
Abella found it amusing. "Don't blame the chefs now, okay? Even if the chefs did such a thing, it would be under your instructions."
Who would dare to shoulder such a huge responsibility?
"Does Miss Medici have any evidence?" Hunter gritted his teeth. "If not, I can sue you for defamation!"
"Who sues whom is still uncertain, Hunter. Don't speak too or else when there's no way out, I won't lend you a hand."
"You..."
"The stir-fried beef with peas for lunch, the beef isn't real beef either, right?" Abella raised her eyes confidently and looked at him.
The expression on Hunter's face couldn't hold up any longer. "What do you mean?"
"I just checked, and you used diseased chickens instead of beef."
"Heh, Miss Medici says whatever she thinks of. For such absurd statements, you need evidence to back them up!"
"Go and get the trash can from the kitchen," Abella instructed her assistant beside her.
Joseph did as he was told.
A large trash can was placed in front of everyone, and Abella kicked it with her foot, causing the garbage inside to spill out at Benjamin and Hunter's feet.
Benjamin and Hunter stepped back.
Step back a few steps.
In addition to some kitchen scraps, there are also chicken heads, chicken feet, chicken butts, and so on.
"I didn't eat chicken for lunch, but the trash can has these..." Abella's tone was indifferent. "Normal well-slaughtered chickens have their eyes open, only chickens that died from illness would have them closed."
The people beside observed the chicken heads on the ground and, all of their eyes were closed!
"Everyone should have been to the market. When slaughtering chickens, blood needs to be drained. But dead chickens cannot release blood in time, so the meat's color will turn red. Also, the skin of sick chickens will have an unhealthy dark gray color, appearing dull and lacking elasticity, not a result of normal death."
The employees on the side felt their stomachs churning, almost wanting to vomit. They didn't expect that they had eaten chickens that died from illness for lunch, not fresh beef!
Right now, all they wanted to do was vomit!
Hunter didn't expect that such a young girl could observe so carefully.
Girls her age wouldn't understand the difference between good chickens and bad chickens, and they would find it fascinating to watch the slaughtering process at the market.
"Well, let's say, even if the chefs bought chickens that died from illness, it wouldn't be their responsibility. They were also deceived by the chicken stall owners at the market. And besides, if you say that you can turn dead chickens into beef, go ahead and make one for me to see!" Abella found it amusing that Hunter remained stubborn.
"What's difficult about it?" Abella nonchalantly said, "Just cut these poor quality chicken meat into strips, add some beef essence oil and barbecue essence oil. If the color isn't right, add some caramel coloring. Cook it in hot oil and stir-fry it with various seasonings, and it turns into beef."
Hunter's face had stiffened. She didn't expect that Abella knew the process so and hadn't said a word wrong.
"And the evidence is that all the food additives I mentioned can be found in your kitchen!"
The employees beside couldn't find words to describe their feelings other than feeling like they had just eaten excrement.
One employee patted their chest in relief, "Thank goodness, I didn't eat those two dishes for lunch."
They narrowly escaped a disaster!
Abella's gaze fell upon them, finding it amusing. "Do you think there's only a problem with those two dishes?"
"Miss Medici, what do you mean by that?" The employee didn't understand and felt a little scared.
Abella was full of confidence. "The thirteen dishes made for lunch in the cafeteria were not made with fresh ingredients!"
Everyone's eyes widened.
Surely not??
None of the thirteen dishes were fresh??
That's too terrifying??
"Miss Medici, what about the sausages? Sausages couldn't possibly be fake, right? Are they made with poor quality meat?" Some employees started to worry.
Abella, remained calm. "I don't know if you've heard of starch sausages. Various seasoning powders are added inside, along with food additives, barbecue essence oil, and some carrageenan. It's all mixed in a food processor, squeezed into shape, and then boiled to become sausages."
"Ugh..." Some employees had already run outside to vomit in the flowerbed.
"The evidence is that the food processor hasn't been washed yet. There's still some ground meat on the inner wall, which can be used for testing."
Some employees had doubted Abella's words, but now, there was no longer any doubt in their minds.
"Are you worried that these sausages are made of inferior meat? Well, it turns out that there's no meat at all! It's all just seasonings!"
"And did you guys not notice that the fish soup you had at lunch had an odd color?" Abella's gaze swept over the crowd as she spoke, word by word. "Normal fish soup isn't this white unless you add a spoonful of dairy cream. Then you can make any delicious fish soup."
Some people went outside to vomit again. They couldn't believe that the cafeteria would do such despicable things.
"I also saw concentrated lamb broth in the kitchen. Do you know what it is? With just a spoonful, even plain boiled water tastes like lamb bone soup."
Another employee sighed in relief. "Thank goodness, I didn't have much of an appetite for lunch. I only mixed some sesame sauce with my rice... I didn't eat anything else."
"But the sesame sauce you had is also made of artificial sesame flavoring."
The employee went to vomit again.
"What a huge joke!" Hunter, with his hands behind his back, sneered. "Even if you can gather all these ingredients, you don't have any evidence to prove that the chefs used them together to make lunch."
Benjamin also chimed in disapprovingly, "Miss Medici, you can eat food however you want, but you can't just say whatever you want!"
Hunter, looking like an enraged tiger, retorted, "I was willing to let this slide because we're relatives, but Miss Medici insisted on putting such a heavy accusation on my head. Now everyone has the wrong idea about our cafeteria. I'm going to report this to the police!"
"Fine." Abella wasn't intimidated at all. On the contrary, she responded, "Since Hunter might not be able to handle his phone properly due to his age, I can have Joseph assist you."
Hunter hadn't expected this young girl to be so difficult to deal with. He sneered and said, "Miss Medici, you better think it through. If I report this, you won't be able to keep your position either!"
"Are you going to report it or not?" Abella didn't have time to waste with him. "If you don't report it, then let me do it."
"Ah Guang, Miss Medici is young and hot-headed. Her temper got the better of her," Benjamin began acting as a mediator. "Go fetch the morning's grocery shopping list and show it to Miss Medici, proving that all the ingredients are fresh."
"No need.", Abella didn't buy it and straightforwardly said, "I heard that the fresh produce supermarket you purchase from is also owned by relatives."
Benjamin became unhappy. "Are you suggesting, Miss Medici, that our relatives are colluding with each other?"
"That's what you said."
"You..."
Abella glanced at Joseph, and Joseph took out his phone, about to dial 110 (emergency number in China).
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