Sanji looked at his face and seemed to understand something, and quickly asked: "Why, you also know who the murderer is?"

"Yeah? Who do you think it is?" Wu Sheng reacted.

"Alas." Sanji sighed, looking at Wu Sheng's complicated expression: "I didn't want to tell you, after all, you..." He shook his head in annoyance.

Then he said: "Forget it, you will know sooner or later. Aizawa-senpai said that when Moe fell to the ground yesterday, Miss Kuzumi was hit by him in a panic, and a small bottle fell out of her bag. She looked panicked

pick it up."

"This doesn't prove anything?" Wu Sheng said, although he and Kuzumi were not in a relationship as Sanji thought, but in a state of acquaintance and acquaintance.

But his suspicion stemmed from the woman yesterday. The people in the store speculated that the accusation was groundless: "There is no evidence. It is too much to speculate like this."

Sanji looked at him with a depressed look on his face: "No, Moe has been eating in the restaurant these days, but the only thing she has eaten that none of us have eaten is the local oysters that Miss Kuzumi brought over."

It is not an unreasonable conjecture.

"But she has no motive, right?" Wu Sheng asked.

"I'm also very troubled. Miss Kuzumi is such a nice person." Sanji looked at him with yearning, then looked at him with disgust: "You are 'familiar' with her, it's best to ask, don't let everyone continue to speculate like this.

Already."

"Okay, sure."

Wu Sheng stopped talking and continued to clean, speculating in his mind: "Is it really her?"

"The motive is actually there. It's just that I was oppressed by the owner of the palace and did something I didn't want to do. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been looking restless yesterday."

Wu Sheng pulled Aizawa aside and asked about the situation when he bumped into Kuzumi yesterday.

Aizawa described yesterday's situation with a depressed expression, and added: "Although I don't want to doubt one of my own, the fact that Moe fell is really suspicious. We cannot ignore any risks and must identify them carefully."

After hearing this, Wu Sheng expressed his understanding. It seems that Aizawa is a staunch supporter of conspiracy theories.

At this time, a staff member wearing protective clothing passed by him carrying a box of ingredients. He was stunned and thought: "Did GM Tokyo go too far in handling this crisis?"

Wu Sheng thought about it and asked curiously: "Will the handling of this incident be too serious? Is it really good to involve the Health Department? If it spreads and spreads rumors, it will cause serious damage to the store.

Impact?"

"Ohana's idea, don't worry, this is the right way to handle it." Aizawa said with a smile.

Wu Shengran, you are professionals, so what you say is right: "Don't you see that Sous Chef Ohana is also good at these things besides cooking?" He was a little surprised, and thought it was Mr. Kyono who suggested it.

He has always been in charge of things.

"Um? Takeda, you don't know yet, right?" Aizawa asked suddenly, looking at Wu Sheng's surprised expression.

"What do you know?" Wu Sheng was surprised. Is there anything else I need to know?

Aizawa paused and felt that Wu Sheng was also a trustworthy friend, so he explained: "Three years ago in France, there was a food allergy poisoning incident at the restaurant where Ohana was the chef, because the guest in the accident was a member of the French-Japanese meeting

The French ambassador. This incident had a very big impact internationally and in Japan. The restaurant was closed immediately, and Ohana was also criticized by the media as a shame of Yamato, and she was unemployed for several years."

Wu Sheng's mouth opened slightly: "Mr. Ohana is so strict about cooking, how could something like this happen?" He couldn't understand it, after all, Ohana's craftsmanship has been brought to the extreme.

More than once, he heard from Sanji that Ohana studied the dishes almost 24 hours a day, as if he didn't need to sleep, which made his apprentice very stressed: "The master works harder than the apprentice. If I don't study hard, I will probably be beaten by the master with a kitchen knife."

Chase down nine streets."

Aizawa smiled gently, knowing what he meant, and explained: "It's because that incident had a great impact on his career, so he tried his best to think about his customers, and he also knew how to deal with this.

It’s a question like that.”

Wu Sheng nodded. Is it because he suffered big losses that he became so rigorous and skilled?

He looked at Ohana who was disinfecting the oven with some sympathy. Being unemployed for two or three years was not a fun thing.

An hour later, they disinfected the kitchen inside and out, even the gaps in the wall.

Chef Renzi also handed over the last box of ingredients to the people from the Health Department.

The management of GM Tokyo is indeed very responsible, because even if there is a proposal from Ohana, they can still veto it and choose to conceal it and continue to open the business.

However, they all agreed with Ohana's idea and immediately stopped business. They personally notified and confirmed the status of the guests who had dined at the restaurant, and also asked the Health Department to conduct a comprehensive inspection.

The sincerity is evident.

Wu Sheng decided that he must ask Jiuzhu today to find out.

If it is really her, then the matter is serious, after all, it involves spreading the flu virus in the restaurant.

...

The main entrance of the restaurant on the first floor.

Miss Kuzumi, whom Wu Sheng was talking about at this time, was standing at the entrance of GM Tokyo, hesitating whether to go in.

Yesterday, she met with Linda Machiko Richard, and the things that were bothering her came out. She played jazz over and over again at home, trying to forget those bad things by immersing herself in the music, but the result was unknown.

Before I knew it, I was in a daze all night, and I didn't fall asleep until dawn, so it was too late.

She patted her face to try to look more energetic. After she was ready, she was about to go in when she saw people wearing protective suits walking out of the restaurant one by one. She paused in surprise and quickly put away her sun umbrella.

Get out of the way and let them pass.

Looking at these people carrying sealed ingredients up and down, she began to be distracted again, recalling the conversation she had with Miss Linda after getting on the bus yesterday afternoon:

"What's going on?" Linda Machiko Richard, the owner of the palace and editor-in-chief of "Marie Claire's Restaurant", asked softly as she looked out the car window at the city dyed orange by the setting sun.

"A chef fainted while preparing work, and the doctor confirmed it was noroflu." Kuzumi answered concisely.

"Noro flu? It seems like good news?" Linda smiled softly, raised her slender left hand, and gently felt the wind blowing in from the car window with the back of her hand: "A chef in a restaurant was infected with noro flu.

It’s fatal to the restaurant’s reputation.”

"But the doctor said it's nothing serious and there are no signs of spread. It won't be sent to the Ministry of Health for filing for the time being." Kuzumi replied softly.

Although she felt deeply uneasy about this incident, her tone remained calm in front of her former boss.

Yes, her purpose in coming to GM Tokyo to be a sommelier is not simple. First, she is Linda's spy in the restaurant, and second, she has a corresponding goal.

Now things are going more smoothly than she imagined, but she is indifferent and not very happy in her heart. She can be so indifferent, naturally because the infection of Meng Hui really has nothing to do with her.

Although she was prepared to catch herself with the flu, then hide it and deal a blow to the restaurant's reputation.

But she has never been able to actually implement this simple plan, because after she joined the team, things were not as she imagined before.

Yes, this harmonious team she had never seen before made her feel the enthusiasm and fulfillment she had not seen for a long time at work, just like the way she was overwhelmed by the delicious food when she dined at the two-star French restaurant where Ohana was the chef three years ago.

The joy contained in the passion and surprise.

After getting in touch and communicating with people in the restaurant, she understood that the collapse of a restaurant affects more than just one person. Even if she wants revenge, she doesn't want to affect others.

But Moe's sudden infection still caught her off guard.

"I wonder if it's her..." Jiuzhu glanced furtively at Linda, who was lost in thought.

It's possible that Linda found someone else to do it after seeing her delay in taking action.

"However, even if this is the case, it may not necessarily affect the reputation of the restaurant." Linda said to herself, thinking about how to expand the matter.

Suddenly she thought of something, raised her brows, and smiled slightly at the corner of her mouth: "In this way, you can leak the news later, change the time of the chef's illness, say that the restaurant concealed it on its own, and then expose the chef after you can't hide it anymore.

Sent to hospital."

"In this way, you can take revenge, right?"

"Um."

He stopped talking for a long time and turned his head to look out the window at the crowds of people.

...

When she was hesitating and struggling, whether to follow Linda's method, Chef Renzi escorted the last leader of the Health Bureau down to the second floor. When he saw her, he smiled with a smile on his face and shouted to her enthusiastically: "

Miss Kuzumi! You are here, come up quickly, we have cleaned the upstairs."

Although Aizawa and others were suspicious of Kuju, as the chef and store manager, she didn't want to doubt anyone at all.

"What's going on? Who are these people?" Jiuzhu quickly stepped forward and asked, with a slightly unnatural look on his face. She had not expected this situation.

"Ohana came back yesterday and cleaned it up. I felt it was not safe enough, so I decided to ask people from the Ministry of Health to come and check." Chef Renzi said with a helpless smile, as if there was nothing he could do about it.

Yes, after all, it’s Kimura Takuya’s face and he’s an excellent French chef. Who among the women can do anything about it?

Kuzumi followed Chef Renzi up to the second floor. When she saw everyone sitting in the restaurant in twos and threes resting, she asked: "What are the results of the inspection?"

"There is nothing wrong with the restaurant, but we still have to wait for the results of the ingredients." Ohana slumped in his chair. He came back last night to seal the ingredients, and he was exhausted after another day of cleaning today.

"Did we take the initiative to invite you?" Jiuzhu asked strangely: "Usually, it's better not to alert the Health Department for this kind of thing, right?"

"Although we are afraid of affecting our brand and reputation, we can't do it just because of this.

This matter will put subsequent guests who come to dine at possible risks, right? So we need to check it thoroughly." Chef Renzi returned, and from the sincerity in her tone, you can hear that she really thought so.

I have been stunned for a long time. If the health bureau is actively invited to intervene, then Linda's method will not work, because then they will not have any motive to hide it.

If she had launched it last night, she might have used the time lag to use public opinion and netizens who did not know the truth to damage the reputation of "GM Tokyo".

But it's too late now.

She was stunned and didn't speak. She looked obviously wrong, at least she didn't look relieved. Aizawa and several other apprentices, who were already suspicious of her, were already looking at her with questioning and unkind eyes.
To be continued...