Today at noon, I first went to the party member activity room and knocked, but after finding that the staff were not there, I took my takeout into the party member activity room. This party member activity room is not what it seems; its actual larger role is just a place for people to eat.

At this time, besides the chef, there was only a female colleague in the party member activity room, and I saw her leisurely eating at the table opposite the chef. Don't think she was eating the chef's food; she also ordered takeout. Because this chef only cooks for the staff.

I was sitting at the side of the table, so I also started eating. The chef was wearing slippers, scrolling through short videos on his phone, the volume loud enough to suggest he might be hard of hearing.

He usually picks his teeth with a sharp object after meals, making a slurping sound, and then indiscriminately spits. But today he didn't do that; I guess it was because I entered the party member activity room later, and he had just finished his little ritual.

Before long, he put his stinky feet on the chair, scratched them, smelled his hand, and then smeared it on his phone screen for a while. He probably had gotten very used to that smell; if he could put his toes in his mouth, he would definitely suck on them.

Suddenly, he fixed his gaze on my food because I ordered half a chicken, which smelled delicious and should be better than the food he cooked for lunch. I ignored him, and he suddenly coughed loudly, and worse, he didn't cover his mouth or turn his head to the side but coughed directly at the girl opposite him, sending saliva flying everywhere.

It was obvious he did it on purpose; his eyes were full of provocation, a completely habitual bad behavior. He probably thought I wouldn't dare to hit him, and after a while, he deliberately coughed loudly again. I shot him a glare, but he didn't care at all.

At this point, he started to touch his own feet again, and accidentally put his hand in his mouth. It made me feel extremely disgusted; I couldn't help but wonder what he was like when he was cooking.

This gave me some unpleasant imaginations. I could see him chopping vegetables, suddenly feeling his nose itch, and couldn't help but sneeze over the food. He froze for a moment, and after a while, he just mixed it all together with his hands, and even twisted his nose without throwing it away, mixing it into the soup.

While busy cooking like this, he suddenly felt his big toe itch, so he bent down to scratch it, then stood up, smelled his hand, and continued cooking.

I don't understand why they would hire such a chef who doesn't care about hygiene and serves these adults with various viruses and bacteria. However, these adults are completely unaware of all this, and they are still eating with great enjoyment.

The reason I think this chef has all sorts of bizarre actions while cooking is also due to another incident. One afternoon, a staff member surnamed Li told me at the entrance of the venue, "You guys go to the small courtyard; there's a bag there, deal with it."

So I instructed the front desk to keep an eye on the door and then walked straight to the small courtyard. After walking around a bit in the small courtyard, I spotted a bag in the corner. As I got closer, I saw it was dirty and had a strange smell. I thought it was thrown away by a visitor; how could someone throw such a stinky bag here? It was really infuriating.

So I pinched the bag with two fingers and walked towards the gate. The stench coming from the bag was nauseating. My colleagues saw it and quickly avoided it. I said, "I don't know what's in this bag, but it really stinks."

I didn't have time to get the key for the trash room from the front desk, so I went to the outside trash room and kicked the bag through the gap at the bottom.

Later, about an hour later, the chef came to take out the trash with a garbage bin. When he opened the trash room, he found that bag, so he rummaged through it and stuffed it into the garbage bin he was carrying, then came back. He complained while walking, "It must be the cleaning staff who threw my bag into the trash room."

I didn't avoid the matter, so I said, "That bag was seen by Li in the small courtyard, and he instructed to deal with it." He had nothing to say after hearing this and returned to the kitchen, then swaggered into the party member activity room to sleep.

I still don't understand what that bag was for, and it ended up in the trash bin. Anyway, if you want to dry that bag, you should wash it clean first, right? Leaving it in the corner of the courtyard emitting a foul smell is just too unreasonable.

But in his view, it doesn't matter how dirty it is, as long as it gets some sun, it's fine. He probably believes that as long as it's not dirty, eating it won't make you sick; this is probably his motto.

The story of the foot-picking chef reminds me of another chef I encountered in Qingdao. When he was cooking for the boss, he felt very angry because the boss was rushing him. So after the boss walked away, he spat several times into the food and happily served it to the boss. He said this is a very common phenomenon in their industry.

I don't know where this foot-picking chef worked before, but from his indifferent attitude and his blatant display of his foot-picking skills, it can be said that this is a bad habit we all have. Of course, we don't eat the food he cooks; the food he makes is for others, and perhaps for many outsiders, it doesn't concern them.

The foot-picking chef never cares about others' feelings and is completely unreserved about his dirty and chaotic personality among colleagues. I just don't know if he is this arrogant in front of the venue staff? He probably has a different face; otherwise, with the venue's love for health and life, he would have been kicked out long ago.

This also reminds me of people of the same class who bow and scrape to those in higher classes but show greater malice towards those in the same class; he might be that kind of person.

As of now, the foot-picking chef has not caused any food poisoning incidents. It seems that through stinky feet, saliva, and mucus, it is impossible to cause food poisoning; it’s just a bit dirty, at most causing diarrhea. Compared to the "Kou Kou Xiang" chef, this foot-picking chef is already quite merciful.

Previously, I ordered takeout from "Kou Kou Xiang," which caused food poisoning due to spoilage. I originally wanted to report them, but due to tight work schedules, I ultimately let them go. "Kou Kou Xiang" has built a community in our WeChat called "Three Big Mouths," where not only is the portion size small, but the worst part is that they often use leftover food to serve us. So since I reported the poisoning incident, very few people have ordered from "Three Big Mouths," and only some newcomers who are unaware of the situation naturally order from there.

The daily life of the foot-picking chef continues, and everything seems to be calm. He still acts self-righteously, not caring about anyone's gaze, which shows that in his decades-long career, he thinks all of this is very normal. Perhaps because he is cheap, the company hired him, or perhaps his way of cooking has a unique flavor, allowing him to continue his foot-picking feast.

We have no right to eat his cooking; he only supplies the venue. This is also where he has a psychological advantage, feeling like he has become the exclusive chef, and we commoners are not worthy of smelling his food, so he uses various methods to let some colleagues catch a whiff, thinking that this is quite conscientious of him.