Chapter 101 - Chapter 101: Feeling Like Shit
Turns Out, I m from a Real Aristocratic Family!
Chapter 101: Feeling Like Shit
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
âDo you have any evidence, President Fang?â Li Guang ground his teeth and exclaimed, âIf not, Iâll take legal action against you for defamation!â
âItâs difficult to determine who will sue whom, Mr. Li. Letâs not jump to conclusions too quickly. If you find yourself in a tight spot, donât expect me to bail you out,â Fang Yuan retorted with a cold tone.
Li Guang seethed with frustration, his temper flaring. âYou!â
Fang Yuan raised her gaze and fixed it on him. âBy the way, thereâs stir-fried beef on the lunch menu. Are you sure itâs real beef in there?â
Li Guangâs expression cracked. âWhat are you insinuating?â
Fang Yuan responded calmly, â1 just had a look. Youâve substituted chicken that died from illness for the beef.â
Li Guang smirked, attempting to downplay the accusation. âPresident Fang, your imagination is quite vivid. Youâd better have evidence to support such absurd claims!â
Fang Yuan turned to her assistant and instructed, âFetch the kitchen trash can, please.â
Wang Ning promptly complied, rolling the large trash can in front of Fang Yuan. With a swift kick, Fang Yuan overturned the trash can, causing its contents to spill out onto the floor.
Zhao Quan and Li Guang hastily took a few steps back, wary of getting their clothes soiled.
Among the discarded kitchen waste lay chicken heads, chicken claws, chicken innards, and more.
â1 didnât consume any chicken for lunch, yet the trash can is brimming with theseâ¦â Fang Yuan remarked casually. âHealthy chickens have open eyes after they pass away. Only chickens that succumb to illness have closed eyes.â
The onlookers examined the chicken heads more closely. Upon inspection, it was evident that all the chicken heads had closed eyes!
âHave any of you been to the market? When slaughtering chickens, blood needs to be drained, but dead chickens canât bleed, resulting in red-colored meat. Additionally, the skin of chickens that died from illness takes on an unhealthy dark gray hue. It looks dry and lacks elasticity. Clearly, this isnât meat from a healthy chicken,â Fang Yuan explained, her tone unwavering.
The employees in the vicinity immediately felt nauseated. Who would have guessed that the meat they had consumed, thinking it was beef, turned out to be chicken that had perished due to illness? They now desperately wanted to purge their lunch from their stomachs.
Li Guang, taken aback, hadnât anticipated someone as young as Fang Yuan to possess such keen observation and knowledge. How could someone her age distinguish between a deceased chicken and a healthy one?
âAlright, even if the chef did accidentally purchase a chicken that died from illness, itâs not their fault,â Li Guang defended. âAt most, they were deceived by the supplier who sold them the chicken. Moreover, you claim that you can turn a sick chicken into beef. Thatâs absurd! If you can do it, show me!â
Fang Yuan couldnât help but find it amusing that Li Guang was only willing to believe when he saw it with his own eyes.
âWhatâs so challenging about that?â Fang Yuan responded calmly. âSimply cut the chicken into strips, add some roasted meat essential oil and beef essential oil, and stir-fry it with oil and seasoning. As long as it doesnât look like caramel coloring, it will immediately resemble beef.â
Li Guangâs face froze. He hadnât expected Fang Yuan to be so well-versed in the production process, and she didnât miss a single detail.
âThe evidence is⦠All the additives 1 mentioned can be found right here in this kitchen!â
Upon hearing Fang Yuanâs words, the surrounding employees felt as though they had consumed something truly repulsive.
One of the employees patted his chest in relief. âThank goodness I didnât have those two dishes for lunch. 1 dodged a bullet!â
Fang Yuan glanced at him and found it amusing. âDo you think thereâs something wrong with just those two dishes?â
âPresident Fang, you meanâ¦â the employee didnât quite grasp the situation and appeared flustered.
Fang Yuan clarified, âThe cafeteria prepared 13 dishes for lunch today, and not a single one was made with fresh ingredients!â
The people present were shocked when they heard this revelation. Could it be true? None of
the 13 dishes were made with fresh ingredients? This was beyond alarming!
âPresident Fang, what about the sausage? Surely the sausage canât be fake, can it? Is it possibly made from deceased animals?â The employee voiced their concerns with a hint of worry.
Fang Yuan remained composed. â1 wonder if everyone here has heard of starch sausages? You mix various powders, add food additives, roasted meat essential oil, and finally, some carrageen. Pour the mixture into the kitchen machine, stir it well, and then squeeze it into sausage casings. Steam it, and youâve got yourself a sausage.â
âUghâ¦â Several employees couldnât bear it and rushed to the garden to vomit.
Fang Yuan continued, âAs for the evidenceâ¦â She walked over to the kitchen machine. âThereâs still some minced residue on the inner wall. You can have it tested.â
Initially, there had been concerns that the sausages might also contain deceased animal meat, but as it turned out, there was no meat at all; it was all seasoning!
Fang Yuan then addressed the group. âHave any of you noticed that the color of the fish soup you had for lunch seemed off? Normal fish soup isnât so white unless you add a spoonful of carnation milk. You can make delicious, fresh, and flavorful fish soup with the right ingredients.â
One person rushed outside to vomit again. No one had expected such deceitful practices from the cafeteria.
âI also spotted concentrated lamb in the kitchen. Do you know what that is? Just one spoonful of water, and it tastes like mutton bone soup.â
Only one employee seemed relieved. âThank goodness 1 wasnât feeling well during lunch, so I only had some rice with sesame sauceâ¦â
Fang Yuan interjected, âThe sesame sauce you were eating is actually made from sesame essence.â
ââ¦â The last employee also couldnât hold back and vomited..