Chapter 112
Arabella’s gaze fell on him, a curious look in her eyes. “Do you think only these two dishes were problematic?”
“Ms. Bennett, I don’t quite get what you’re saying. The employee seemed a bit flustered.
Arabella spoke confidently: “Out of the thirteen dishes the canteen served for lunch, not one was made with fresh ingredients!”
Everyone’s eyes went wide upon hearing this.
Seriously?
All thirteen dishes weren’t fresh?
That’s freaking scary, wasn’t it?
‘Ms. Bennett, what about the sausages? They’ve got to be real, right? Or are they made of fake meat?” An employee started to worry.
Arabella looked cool as a cucumber. “Ever heard of starch sausages? All sorts of flour are mixed together with some food additives, roasted meat essential oil, and some carrageenan. Mix it all up in a food processor, then squeeze out the shape, boil it, and voila! You got your ‘sausage‘.”
Some people ran out to the flower beds to barf.
“The proof is in the pudding, or rather, the not–cleaned food processor, still with some ‘meat‘ residue. You can have it tested.”
They were worried that the sausages might be made of fake meat, but as it turned out, there wasn’t any meat in them at all! Just a bunch of seasonings!
“And what about the fish soup you all had at lunch? Didn’t you notice something off about its color?” Arabella’s gaze swept over everyone as she said, “Normal fish soup shouldn’t be this white; unless you add a spoonful of vegetable cream, then you can create a delicious fish soup.”
More people ran outside to throw up. They couldn’t believe that the canteen would do such a thing..
“I also found concentrated mutton soup powder in the kitchen. Do you know what that is? One spoonful, and even plain water will taste like mutton soup.
Another employee breathed a sigh of relief: “I didn’t have much of an appetite at lunch, so I just added a little extra tomato sauce to my pasta I didn’t eat much of anything
else.”
“That tomato sauce you ate was also made with tomato essence.”
The employee went out to barf.
“What a joke!” Dave chuckled coldly with his arms folded. “Even if you found all these things, you still don’t have any evidence that the cooks actually used them to make lunch.”
Oscar chimed in, looking miffed, “Ms. Bennett, you can eat however you want, but watch what you say!“.
Dave was like a provoked tiger: “I was going to let it slide for the sake of family, but Ms. Bennett, you want to blame all this on me; now that everyone has a misunderstanding about our canteen, I’m going to call the police!”
“Sure.” Arabella wasn’t scared at all, even saying, “Mr. Dave is getting old; if you’re not steady holding the phone, I can have Dean help you.”
Dave didn’t expect this young woman to be this tough. He sneered, “Ms. Bennett, think carefully. Once I call the police, your job won’t be safe either!”
“Do you want to call the police?” Arabella didn’t have time to waste with him. “If you won’t, I will.”
“Dave, Ms. Bennett is young; she might be a bit hot–headed sometimes. Don’t take it to heart; think of it as doing me a favor.” Oscar tried to mediate: “Go bring the receipt of this morning’s food purchase to Ms. Bennett to prove we used fresh ingredients.”
“No need.” Arabella didn’t accept his explanation and said directly, “I heard the supermarket where you guys buy your ingredients from is also owned by your relatives.”
Oscar immediately got upset. “Ms. Bennett, are you suggesting there’s some shady business going on between our families?”
“You said it, not me.”
“You.”
Arabella gave Dean a look, and he immediately took out his phone, ready to dial 911.
