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Chapter 165 Making money against conscience

Chapter 165 Making money against conscience

Chapter 165 Making money against conscience

Mo Fan stayed in the hospital, a little absent-minded. Although the paternity test report was what he expected, when the result was presented, he still couldn't accept it.

I was also afraid that my parents would quarrel over this matter, so I called my father in the corridor to tell him.

There is something to say, violence cannot solve the problem.

When eating dinner, the hospital cafeteria brought dinner, Mo Yi could only eat some liquid food now, so he ordered some porridge and soy milk.

But when the food was presented, Mo Fan frowned.

As long as you are not blind, you should be able to see clearly a grain of rat droppings in the porridge.

How can this kind of thing be eaten by people.

What's more, he is a patient who has just escaped from the intensive care unit, eating such unnutritious food, and worrying about the hazards caused by hygiene.

Mo Fan found the person in charge and put the porridge in front of him.

The person in charge has a rough appearance, with a Chinese character face and two thick eyebrows like caterpillars. He looks naive and polite, but in fact he is very cunning.

In the hospital, I don't know how much money was made.

"whats the matter?"

When he raised his face slightly, a rough voice came out.

"What's in the porridge, how do you explain it?"

Mo Fan passed the porridge over.

How obvious is it that a grain of mouse droppings appeared in the white porridge, how could such a low-level mistake be made.

I thought the other party would apologize, but who knows, he just said showily: "It's just a piece of mouse shit, and it can't kill people. My grandfather's generation was in a famine era, and the hungry even ate mice. dead."

This is totally a bunch of nonsense.

His own mistakes, after he said so, seemed so innocent.

In order to shirk his responsibility, the dead grandfather was moved out.

"Heh, I'm talking about hygiene to you now, so you don't have to go so far with me."

Mo Fan was pulled back with a word.

In this world, there must always be right and wrong.

There can't be any dumb losses, let the common people suffer.

He poured out the porridge in his hand and called the person next to him.

"Go, change a new bowl for this troublemaker. If you can't afford it, don't eat it. If you still care about a bowl of porridge, you have learned a lot."

The man said with a disgusted face.

Although some conditions are unhygienic and no one has ever mentioned them, the hospital here is no better than at home.

"Is this a matter of a bowl of porridge?"

Mo Fan found it difficult to talk to him.

In order to avoid responsibility, this guy also became confused when speaking.

He directly followed the people who were going to serve the porridge, and entered the back kitchen through the small door next to him.

When the person in charge wanted to stop him, he already got in.

Seeing the scene in the kitchen, Mo Fan almost retched. Those who knew it was a kitchen, but those who didn’t knew it thought it was a garbage dump.

There is no hygienic condition, the food inside has already started to smell, especially the pork that is being thawed next to it, and the smell is also floating out.

Flammulina velutipes has changed color, from tender white to excrement yellow, and even a large amount of juice dripped on the ground, like someone spitting phlegm casually.

There are also potatoes next to it, which have sprouted tens of centimeters. If they are planted in the ground, they will probably survive immediately.

A whole basket of tomatoes was half rotten, and the staff next to it were still cleaning up, peeling off the bad ones and replacing them with good ones.

If half of a tomato is rotten, it can still be used again.

Mo Fan looked at the porridge next to him, and finally understood why there was rat droppings.

There was rice all under the pot, and there were some broken bones, which were probably carried by rats. The people cooking inside were wearing masks and fully armed, for fear of being implicated.

After seeing someone rushing in, the chef next to him started to chase them away with a big spoon.

"Get out, this is not the place for you."

They are all related to the person in charge, and they are all relatives. They work here just to make more money.

As for the health of those people, it has nothing to do with them.

Adhering to the principle that eating can't kill people, no one has thought about the harm behind it.

"This is your kitchen?"

Mo Fan took out his mobile phone and took a few pictures.

Even after the beautification of the mobile phone, it makes people want to gag through the screen.

If those people knew that the food they ate was so filthy, their stomach would probably be overwhelmed.

"Hurry up and grab his cell phone. This matter must not be left undisclosed."

The chef was the first to come to his senses. If these photos got out, not only would he lose his job, but he might also be implicated in a series.

He can't afford to gamble.

At this time, the person in charge also came in from the outside, just in time to see the situation where Mo Fan took the photo.

"If it's a big deal, I'll refund your money. Don't make this a big deal, or you'll be left with nothing to eat."

Fu Junsheng closed the door, and the vision inside dimmed instantly.

The stench could not be dissipated, and filled the entire room. Even though they were wearing masks, the stench and pungent smell still penetrated into their nostrils.

"If you are sensible, delete the photos on your phone quickly, and I promise you can leave safely."

Fu Junsheng was persuasive, and at the same time he gave a look to the chef next to him.

The other party nodded knowingly, holding a big spoon, approaching slowly from behind, intending to sneak attack directly from behind.

The moment the spoon fell, Mo Fan raised his leg and kicked the opponent directly in the face.

The chef knocked over the pot, and the hot porridge spilled on his body, making him grin his teeth.

This week was over a week ago.

People in the hospital don't like porridge very much, but there are always a few people who want it.

A pot of porridge that is boiled can't be eaten today, and it will be reheated tomorrow, and it can be reheated if it can't be eaten.

The rice grains were not whole.

When someone complained, they said it was because Zhou was concentrated and the time was longer, and it was all for their sake.

Unexpectedly, being reluctant to pour out a pot of hot porridge almost killed him.

Apart from the chef, there are only two boys and a few middle-aged women who are helping to work here.

The situation was tense right now, and the few women did not dare to step forward, hiding in the corner and shivering.

Fu Junsheng went up with his fists waving, he ended up just like the chef, he knocked over the pot next to him, and fell to the ground in an instant.

He bared his teeth from the heat and didn't say anything, but his whole body still exuded a stench.

The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy.

Mo Fan took the photo and went out, intending to make this matter public, so that these people will be punished as they should.

But just as soon as he went out, he ran into the dean here, looking at him with a gloomy expression.

(End of this chapter)