They hung the rib racks they had cut from the monster's body on iron hooks in the kitchen, and the chef picked up the kitchen knife from the chopping board and handed it to Lu Li.
"We brought our own," Anna said, lifting her chef's knife. The chef muttered, putting it back in its place, roughly complaining about the aristocrats' obsolete and tedious sense of ceremony or something like that.
"You'd better process the ingredients first; I'll go mix the sauces," Anna said.
The chef and the owner exchanged glances, signifying agreement, and busied themselves with the rib racks at the chopping board.
Now they were all unsuspectingly turned away from Lu Li and Anna.
Thud—thud—
The kitchen was filled with the sound of two quick, successive thuds, muffled by the wooden door leading to the dining room.
