Vengeful spirits? Let's get out of the dungeon first!

Chapter 35 There's a problem here!

"Boss, business is good!"

"We're just making do."

The autumn rain is always incessant, and the folding table outside hasn't been used in a long time.

Two men in leather jackets, each carrying a bag, entered the room. They looked around and found the room packed with people, but couldn't find a single empty chair.

"If it's just the two of us, we might have to wait a while. It's also the hospital's lunch break time, so it might be a bit crowded."

Holding two bowls of noodle soup, Zhang Yuanchao, now in his old age, has a kind and gentle expression.

I originally wanted to move a small stool over, but there was only room left in the aisle.

"It's okay, we didn't come here just for a meal."

"Want some to go? Just order whatever you want. These days, the soup and noodles are served separately, so you can just mix them up when you get home."

They gestured to the menu on the wall, but the two seemed not to be planning to order. Instead, they took out their work IDs from their bags and handed them over.

Zhang Yuanchao's eyesight is still good; he can see the words "regulation" and "food" on it without even getting close.

"Two colleagues who were inspected last time were reported for their improper private lives, so we need to conduct random inspections of the areas they are responsible for."

Boss, please cooperate with our work.

The sounds of people eating noodles around them gradually stopped, and many people looked up at Zhang Yuanchao, only to see a calm expression on his face.

Zhang Yuanchao stepped aside to provide a passage, then gestured for the two men to conduct their own inspection.

"It's okay, we'll cooperate fully."

Qiu Sheng! Turn off the heat if there's nothing left in the pot, then come out and wait for the boss's inspection!

Fan Qiusheng, who was washing pots on the stove, hurriedly put down what he was holding and silently retreated to the open space between the kitchen and the warehouse.

These two were well-prepared, wearing white gloves, white hats, and white masks, just like the person in the white coat opposite them.

From oil drums to condiment jars, from range hoods to gaps in the flue, they even glanced at the expiration dates of table salt.

"Brother Qin, no problem."

"That's good."

After speaking, Qin Ye, who was in the lead, took off his mask, and the heat from the kitchen made his face turn red.

He had already taken out the inspection and acceptance form from his bag and was just about to tick the "qualified" mark and sign it when the young man behind him whispered in his ear.

"Brother Qin, we haven't checked the warehouse yet."

"What's so interesting about a noodle shop warehouse? It's just flour and eggs, isn't it?"

"What if the flour is expired?"

Qin Ye coughed impatiently and gave Zhang Yuanchao an embarrassed look.

"If you've ever cooked, you'll know that expired flour loses all its gluten."

"Forget about stretching the noodles, they'd crumble even if you tried to make hand-pulled noodles!"

"The problem is that the process is wrong!"

If anyone else comes to inspect and finds a problem with the warehouse, I can't take the responsibility.

The slightly younger inspector simply put his hands in his pockets, seemingly indicating that he wouldn't sign the inspection form unless he checked the warehouse.

The tense standoff between the two caused a diner watching the scene to mistake soy sauce for vinegar, nearly making his teeth ache from the sourness after just one bite.

Seeing that the guests were all drawn to that side, Zhang Yuanchao had no choice but to go over and act as a peacemaker.

"Boss, we need to follow the proper procedures. After all, this young man has already said that it wouldn't be good if others found out."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain of the warehouse, revealing neatly stacked bags of eggs and flour inside.

"If it's inconvenient to inspect inside, you can wait until we move out and take your time to look around. Anyway, we don't have any customers waiting for noodles right now."

The two men were so crowded that they couldn't turn around as soon as they entered the small warehouse, and Fan Qiusheng could only stand outside the door.

The diners at the table lost interest in watching and had no choice but to lower their heads and eat their noodles. Some of the faster eaters had already buried their money at the bottom of their bowls.

Although it was a bit cramped with three people crammed into the warehouse, they were still able to check the supplies under the lights.

In those days, there were no pre-cooked meals, and inspections of small restaurants were mostly just a cursory glance, aside from hygiene issues.

But the younger staff member picked up the eggs and examined them against the light, seemingly checking the quality of each one.

"Are you bored out of your mind? If I wait for you to check all the eggs one by one, I'll be ready to retire!"

The cramped space hindered his ability to exert force, so Qin Ye had no choice but to pinch the kid hard.

Seemingly because of the pain, a flour bag tucked behind the cabinet caught the young man's attention.

"Brother Qin, here's a flour sack from two years ago!"

"You, get out of here right now!"

Fan Qiusheng, standing in front of the warehouse door, covered his mouth, afraid that he would burst out laughing.

Having been humiliated, the young man naturally wanted to escape the awkward situation as quickly as possible. Seeing that the small door leading to the back alley was not closed, he dashed out in one stride.

"I'm sorry, boss, my colleague is young and has always eaten at the company cafeteria, so he doesn't know much about the kitchen."

"It's alright, young people always have to learn through practice."

Qin Ye didn't dare to stay any longer; he had made such a huge embarrassment that he was already preparing to apply for a transfer.

He patted Fan Qiusheng on the shoulder and was about to leave through the main gate when he heard shouts coming from the alley.

"Brother Qin, we've found something!"

The sound was so loud that it reached the diners' ears.

Qin Ye had just found an empty table to sign when he had to get up again, giving Zhang Yuanchao a helpless look.

"It's alright, it's just your duty."

Zhang Yuanchao naturally had nothing to hide. Since the system provided him with money every month to replenish his income, he wasn't worried about any problems being discovered, because there weren't any to begin with.

As you pass by Fan Qiusheng, the small door to the back alley is still half-open.

Qin Ye was at her wits' end, and seeing her colleague pointing at the flour sacks on the ground made her want to curse.

"You're trying to say this bag of flour is evidence? Use your brain! Stale flour can't be made into noodles!"

"It's not Brother Qin! Look at these noodles, don't they look like half new and half old!"

Hearing this, Qin Ye also looked into the flour bag.

Inside, there was a patch of grayish-green mold mixed in with the white dough, but the surrounding dough was clean and new. When you flipped it over, the flour underneath was slightly yellow, much like old dough that had been stored for a long time.

Upon seeing this, Fan Qiusheng, who had just been confident in the noodle shop's food safety, was stunned.

This bag of noodles wasn't in the back alley when he came out to empty the swill this morning. How did it suddenly appear out of thin air when these two people came?

Turning to look at Zhang Yuanchao, just as he was about to argue, he saw a "shh" gesture.

"Boss, what are you planning to do with this? Make steamed buns for yourselves?"

"A bag of noodles got wet before, so I didn't bring it inside."

I figured I could just blot up the oil while mopping the floor, like making use of waste.

This explanation sounded flawless and was the best response Zhang Yuanchao could think of.

But the young man standing to the side seemed to have discovered a great achievement, his eyes filled with greed.

"Brother Qin, we can't listen to his nonsense! If this gets used to make noodles and causes health problems, it could affect both of us!"

I think we should seal this place off and thoroughly investigate it inside and out.

"There must be something fishy about selling it for such a low price!"

"Bullshit! The reason it can be sold so cheaply is because my master is kind-hearted and compassionate towards these patients!"

What's going on in your head? You just don't want us to be happy, do you?!

Upon hearing this, Fan Qiusheng's anger flared up instantly, his nails digging into his flesh, ready to punch the other person in the face at any moment.

But the pain in the back of his head instantly brought him to his senses, and Zhang Yuanchao walked out from behind him at that moment.

"Leaders, now that we've discovered a problem, why don't we take this opportunity to examine it carefully?"

"Qiusheng, quite a few customers have left the doorway. Now carry all the flour sacks to the front!"

Unable to disobey his master, Fan Qiusheng had no choice but to put a towel on his shoulder and carry the flour from the warehouse to the door.

The diners around them finished eating one after another, and many people at the entrance were watching the excitement.

"I told you there was something wrong with their business. See, we found out—they were using expired flour!"