I got that knife in the morning, and the wound was three centimeters long, diagonally across the back of my hand. The band-aid only covered part of it, and the wound was barely closed. I applied too much force when I packed it, and the wound burst open, and a lot of blood flowed out.

I was so frightened that I quickly took out a few napkins from the table next to me and wiped them in a hurry, but I didn't notice that the blood splashed into the lunch box and stained the fried noodles.

He screamed when the wound opened, and Yang Yong looked back. He was busy cooking and saw the worker wiping his hands with a napkin, but he didn't pay attention.

Unexpectedly, someone came to the door with the takeout that had been sent out, demanding an explanation.

Yang Yong knew very well that this matter was indeed his own responsibility.

But the problem is, Zhang Lizhu’s question cannot be answered!

If there are small bugs like flies, hair, leaves, etc. mixed into the fried noodles, Yang Yong thinks it's nothing. At worst, he will refund the money and give her a new one. After all, this kind of thing is very common.

Everyone who owns a restaurant will encounter this, and everyone can understand it.

But the problem now is that there is blood in the fried noodles lunch box!

What the hell is this?

People nowadays have very big imaginations, and they tend to think about big things, especially things that are somewhat indescribable like "blood"... In the past, there were rumors in society that people were pricked with needles in clubs and bars.

Man, if there is blood from an AIDS patient on the needle, it is really a shame.

Thinking about this kind of thing, Yang Yong felt dizzy.

He knows very well that once he admits it, who knows in what direction things will evolve?

In case Zhang Lizhu is a master who deliberately comes to cause trouble, then the solution will not be just an apology and a box of fried noodles. She is so aggressive and wants thousands of dollars, what should I do?

So I can only insist that the red dots on the lunch box are not blood.

As for the red bean paste... Yang Yong was forced to do nothing.

There has to be an explanation!

Soy sauce? The color is too dark, no way.

Oily chili pepper? As for the ghosts, even idiots know it’s not that stuff.
Chapter completed!