boyutpedia Chapter 216 *Chef Training Guide*
Chapter 216 *Chef Training Guide*
When the only two surviving prisoners saw the restaurant littered with corpses, they almost vomited.
Their fuel tanks churned violently; they saw energy bodies scattered on the ground; they saw countless dead, wide-eyed, extinguished optical mirrors.
Rosa watched as they each clutched the wall and vomited. Because they felt nauseous, they vomited up all the energy they had eaten, and even after vomiting, they kept vomiting, dry heaving, but nothing came out.
Rosa brought all the "ingredients" here, including the two that were alive.
They entered the restaurant, and it was then that Rosa retracted most of her extended body, reverting to her original human form before them.
The two men stared in even greater shock as the large black mass in front of them turned into a ball of blue light and disappeared, revealing a frail female machine inside.
So this is what the ghost looked like when it was alive?
She's beautiful, but—
Rosa slightly turned her head and looked at the two Decepticons through the blue optical lens. Realizing that this terrifying ghost was looking at them, the two machines were immediately startled and gasped.
They both took a half-step back, but because the fuel tank was still churning, they remained slightly crouched, one hand covering their stomachs.
The optics-equipped creature stared in terror at the beautiful female machine in front of it, as if they too would end up lying here like the group of guys on the ground who had turned off their optics.
Next, Rosa turned around completely to look at them, and under their gaze, she slowly walked to the kitchen work area in the back of the restaurant and found a lot of knives.
She went back to the restaurant, found two tables, and set up the "kitchenware" on them.
“Now, you have 30 minutes to cook any one of your colleagues who are lying on the floor.” Rosa’s words made them think they had misheard.
What did she say...? Cooking?
Meeting the horrified and incredulous gaze, the beautiful female pilot smiled, casually picked up a knife from the table, lightly gripped the handle and tossed it into the air, then caught the handle again as it fell steadily.
His casual movements suddenly turned murderous in an instant; the moment he caught the knife hilt, he flung it at the two terrified Decepticons.
The blade grazed the neck of a Decepticon, flew straight towards the door, and the tip precisely pierced the crack in the door.
"Da la—"
The blade, inserted into the crack in the door, trembled twice due to the impact, and the metal blade bounced a few times, making a "clattering" sound.
This is a warning.
The two machines looked at the sharp knife stuck in the door crack, immediately picked up other tools, and began to select their favorite "ingredients".
Their steps were trembling, especially the machine that had just been grazed by the blade.
So they picked and chose among the machines, and finally each found an unfamiliar one, but then they ran into trouble when it came time to make a purchase.
They didn't know what to do until Rosa sat on the bar counter, crossed her legs, and casually picked up a wine glass to pour herself a glass of high-quality liquor.
She held a bottle of high-purity liquor in her left hand and a wine glass in her right, her legs dangling on the bar counter.
"Sulu~" She took a small sip, the sound of her drinking liquid mixing with air, making it clear to everyone that she was drinking something.
After sucking on it, she savored the taste. Her seemingly innocent and pure optical glasses looked into the distance, as if she had agreed with the high-purity taste of the bottle, and nodded.
It tastes good, right? And then...
"Crack!!" She raised the wine glass, still full of high-purity liquid, and slammed it hard against the ground. A loud shattering sound followed, and the blue, high-purity liquid splattered on the ground, mixed with glass shards.
For the Cybertronians, it was the same pure color as their "blood," mixed with shards of glass and broken cups, making a deafening noise on the ground.
Holding the bottle of high-purity liquor she had just used in her left hand, she walked up to the two machines and slammed it onto the table.
Combined with the shattered wine glass and the liquid inside symbolizing "blood," this is a blatant threat.
Spurred on by this, the two machines sped up, but for them, who had absolutely no experience in "machine making," all they could do was take the parts out and put them on the plate.
They couldn't distinguish which parts were tasty; just staring at their dead colleagues, cutting them open, and taking out their parts was enough to drain their sanity.
Only one of the machines, upon seeing the bottle of high-purity liquid Rosa had placed there, had a sudden lapse in judgment and used the high-purity liquid on the part it had pulled out.
Then, with trembling hands, he presented this dish to Rosa as if it were an offering.
A sense of tension and fear lingered in the Decepticon's optical lens. Rosa found his appearance quite interesting, unlike any Decepticon that had ever frightened her before. She didn't consider at all how much her repeated frights had ravaged the Decepticon's mind.
She carefully observed his expression, then slowly picked up the fork beside her, speared a piece of the component, and began to savor it.
New seasoning, high purity... I've never tried using it in a machine before.
Thinking this, Rosa nodded at him, her eyes filled with expectation and a longing for life, and slightly raised the hand holding the fork.
"You should try some too." She stuck her fork into the dish, then picked up another fork and stuck it into the dish as well.
It was very rude, but she did it on purpose.
She knew the shape resembled a taboo food custom in China, but she wanted to do it anyway, because this was the last meal for those two Decepticons!
Rosa grinned at him, just like when she first met Octopod... I mean, the clawless monster. This "innocent" smile, however, made the Decepticon in front of Rosa look incredulous.
But driven by his desire to live, he forced a smile, and even though the expression was incredibly stiff, he still managed to utter his question in a trembling voice.
"Me...me?"
His optical glasses trembled as he looked at the plate of "dishes" in his hand. Just one glance at it was enough to make his car go crazy and even cause the fuel tank to churn. She actually...!
He saw schadenfreude in Rosa's eyes... She knew perfectly well that this was not something she should do under normal circumstances.
Eating her own kind—something even Decepticons wouldn't do—she did it casually, even...
Then, she noticed that Rosa's eyebrows seemed to have lowered slightly and she frowned slightly. Only then did she realize that she had been spacing out for too long.
Do we really want to eat... this?
.
His fuel tank was churning violently, his brain module was screaming that this thing was inedible, and he was projecting the gruesome images of his companions' deaths, telling him that this was the corpse of one of his own kind.
But at the same time, his reason and his survival instinct were telling him to satisfy the monster's desires! Eat it! And there would be hope for survival!
Even just a glance at the fuel tank makes me nauseous, and the smell alone makes me want to vomit.
His hands trembled as he slowly gripped the fork...