Love little babies? Then you might as well just become a baby.

In the room, there was no more Siru, it was empty, only four babies were lying in the incubator, their eyes wide open, and they cried two minutes later.

It's not loud.

And in an empty room, more than a dozen little babies lay neatly on the oversized bed, sleeping peacefully, seemingly unaware of the impending bloody storm.

Indifference.

Siru gently pinched the baby's white and tender little hands, which were soft and easy to pinch.

So cute and harmless.

In the kitchen, the dinner party of the bigwigs is almost ready, just waiting for the final ingredients to arrive - well, a tender and cute baby who is ripe in water.

But the little cook hadn't seen anyone since then.

People have been looking for it inside and out, and the very important dinner party can't be delayed at all.

"Go, bring the ingredients."

Another little assistant, who was also well-behaved and cunning, answered and walked out quickly.

Grinning.

In the past, these things were done by the little chef, and he couldn't even get close to the edges, but now that he has the opportunity, he must behave well, maybe he will replace someone.

Suppressing the joy in his heart, he took a deep breath and pushed the door of the nursery open.

Huh?

What about people?

I saw that in the baby room of Nuoda, in addition to the rows of neatly placed incubators, it stands to reason that the nursing staff who should be in it at any time to take care of the ingredients to keep them fresh, healthy and clean are not there, they are four young and beautiful young ladies with good figures, well, the voice is sweet, the character has a gentle, lively, elegant intellectual, are very patient, he always wants to tease, but unfortunately there is no chance.

Moreover, the hotel stipulates that colleagues cannot fall in love with each other, and there is no good result when they do.

Like them, who belong to the bottom, the crystallization of love is very likely to become a delicacy on the table.

The sewage sink behind the kitchen has crushed many flawed babies.

Wretched.

"Anyone?"

He walked in lightly, frowning, could it be that the young ladies have gone out for something.

I shouldn't.

No matter what, you have to leave someone to watch.

You have to change diapers or something in time, in case the beauty of the ingredients is affected because of the red fart, heh, do you want to be thrown into the big pool in the back mountain to feed the sharks?

"Wow!"

A baby cry sounded, followed by a series of cries.

The little assistant saw that the little baby who was sleeping quietly in the incubator woke up at some point, and was crying at the moment, perhaps feeling the tragic fate that was about to befall him.

"Tsk, the old man said that babies are human, and it's true."

But it's kind of weird.

He walked over to an incubator, and the crying baby in the box stopped, staring at him with wide eyes and horror. Afraid? He smiled self-deprecatingly, such a young child, who can only eat and sleep, is immediately thrown into the boiling hot soup pot, at most crying and it will be over, and it will all be scalded in two or three minutes.

Belch?

Stunned.

It's almost too late.

Quickly picked up the baby in a box and ran away quickly, and if you don't go back, you'll make a mistake.

Frowning, this baby is so disobedient, he can't stop crying when he hugs him.

However, because it is a baby girl, it is not loud.

He didn't know that the crying baby in his arms was scared.

Originally, it was the god of death who held the power of life and death, and the ingredients that were sent over were very innocent, but for people like them who kept an eye on the baby room every day, they were already very irritable, and how difficult it was for a newborn to be a month old must be very clear to the mother. The difference is that the mother will have endless patience and love for her child, which is all born from instinctive maternal love.

They just treat babies as a job.

These annoying little cubs have nothing to do with them.

Of course, when the baby is sent to become a delicacy on the table of some of the bigwigs who have lost their humanity, they just smile indifferently, and they don't know how cruel it is.

The heart is as hard as iron.

Now that it's your turn, you're afraid.

The little assistant carried the ingredients back to the kitchen, and unsurprisingly got a scolding from his head and face.

Slow.

The stock is ready.

After the ingredients were cleaned and the temperature and aroma of the soup were just right, the master nodded with satisfaction.

"Serve."

In a private room that can no longer be described as luxurious, the bigwigs are already sitting at the table.

Laughing.

When they saw the master smiling and pushing the silver dining cart in, they all stopped talking, and looked at the living baby behind him who was put on a plate by the assistant.

Dribble.

A man in a crisp suit bent down gracefully, his voice as pleasant as a cello sound, "Everyone, the main course has arrived, please enjoy it."

You're welcome.

Well, don't pretend to be dressed in human skin at this time, the food is important, and the hands are slow.

The master has already put the soup pot on the table, and the snow-white soup in the pot keeps tumbling, exuding a mouth-watering aroma, which is very tempting.

The bigwigs who looked like people before couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks.

Ready to grab.

In the face of such deliciousness, don't talk about any more images. Everyone has eaten together more than once or twice, what do you force each other, who still doesn't know in their hearts?

Why waste time.

Everybody's on the move.

The hotel manager, who was standing on the side with a smile on his face, had a hint of mockery flashing in his deep eyes.

Scum.

No matter how merciful the image is outside, as soon as you enter the Crown Hotel, all the evils of human nature are dug out and even magnified.

Cannibalism, maybe it's just because of emptiness, after all, there's really nothing missing.

BOSS, what a great genius!

A genius who plays with the world.

The little assistant behind him pinched the seconds and handed the plate to the master, who glanced at him appreciatively, reached out and carefully dragged the small ingredients on the plate with his eyes closed and very safe like an angel, and then slowly put it into the soup pot.

The movements are skillful.

Not a single drop of the soup in the pot spilled.

The ingredients were like a stone, sinking to the bottom of the pot, and there was no crying during the whole process.

A minute later.

The bigwigs' eyes suddenly lit up, and the chopsticks in their hands quickly stretched out into the pot.

Eat meat in large chunks.

I can't even care about burning my mouth.

It is so fresh and tender, natural and pollution-free, it can be called the exquisite taste of heaven and earth, and it cannot wait.

After a long time, the meat gets old.

The bigwigs are wearing suits, ties, and glasses, and they all look hateful at the moment, demons in the world.

Siru floated on the ceiling, expressionlessly watching the scum around the table eat a whole pot of big white radishes, and she still had an infinite aftertaste, she hooked a cold smile.

What is death, waiting for death is terrible.

Looking down at the frightened baby she was holding in her hand, she lowered her eyes, and the baby disappeared in an instant.

And in the baby's room, the nurse who suddenly turned back into a human was stunned for a few minutes, and suddenly squatted on the ground and cried, which was the aftermath of the catastrophe, with joy, but more of a fear of the unknown.