Chapter 18 The Chef’s Denial
He Tingzhou and the others questioned Chef Zhang almost immediately. But the guy insisted he knew nothing, let alone about any murder.
"I was unloading goods back then!" Chef Zhang kept protesting his innocence. "I was busy until after ten o'clock. How could I have had time to kill anyone?!"
He Tingzhou's face was grim. "Then how do you explain the seasonings in the kitchen?"
Chef Zhang quibbled. "The kitchen isn't only accessible to me. Regular customers like Miss Lu come and go every day. Maybe one of those rich folks brought it and pinned it on me!"
I watched from outside, gritting my teeth. This scumbag actually tried to drag me into it?!
No matter how they questioned him afterward, Chef Zhang kept claiming he didn't know and demanded a lawyer.
After a sleepless night, He Tingzhou had a bad headache. He had Chef Zhang detained temporarily and stepped out for some air.
When I came back from the cafeteria with breakfast, He Tingzhou was sitting in the corridor staring into space. He looked completely drained.
"Hungry?"
I swung the buns in front of him. "Want to eat?"
He Tingzhou came back to his senses. "Yeah."
He took the buns and glanced at me. "I'll drive you home later. You've been up all night with this."
I couldn't resist rubbing his head. "Your head looks like it's about to steam. You need to rest before you keep working."
He Tingzhou hummed listlessly and sat in the chair munching the bun. He looked worn out.
It made my heart itch. I pretended to casually rub his head again. When he didn't react, I sneaked in another rub.
By the third time I reached out mischievously, He Tingzhou, who had finished his bun, lifted his eyelids. "One or two times is okay, but not three. You really think I don't notice?"
I smiled awkwardly. "I just wanted to comfort you."
He Tingzhou snorted coldly, obviously not buying it.
I had no choice but to pull my hand back regretfully.
After a few quiet seconds, He Tingzhou's voice sounded, pretending to be impatient. "Weren't you supposed to comfort me? Why did you stop?"
"Rubbing like that twice—what kind of comfort is that?"