Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 165 But Your Taste Is Always Excellent - S01E06

"...But shouldn't we enjoy the process of cooking?"

The silence between the Dragon Girl and the Sinner Lord didn't last long.

The former, meeting the devil's ambiguous gaze, playfully put away the red apple in his hand.

Just like her hands, the Eastern sinner rarely laughs so wildly as to reveal all her fangs like other demons in hell.

Introverted and subtle.

Although her smiles can express her own intentions... most of the time, her expressionless face manages to keep you guessing what she's thinking.

It's so pitiful. Is it because tearing one's soul apart is so painful that she always has such a blank expression?

Alastor would occasionally think this way without any sense of responsibility.

It carried a certain condescending mockery.

However, the good news is that at least ■■■ can still smile.

Even though her smile was always faint, even though most of the time it was harmless, gentle, and comforting—

Or perhaps it's a short, straight line drawn out of dissatisfaction or lack of feeling.

...But she does occasionally show that meaningful smile.

It carried a chilling, penetrating coldness, as sinister as a venomous snake.

It's also like a plant that can climb onto a person.

A life devoid of emotion embeds its fine barbs into the skin—

Then, completely peel off the other person's skin.

The person lurking in the shadows sometimes gives others that feeling.

Alastor had always admired the deadly danger of Eastern sinners, and a peculiar, wicked pleasure that she herself was unaware of.

The red line, symbolizing the frequency of emotions, trembles at this moment.

"In a way, I am, after all, a chef."

"In my opinion, judging diners, whether they are alive or dead, is a completely unqualified and unprofessional practice."

"However, people's emotions are diverse... but I still suggest that chefs should focus more on their dishes."

"Because watching the ingredients gradually take on different forms in the pot is a unique pleasure for chefs."

The chattering dragon girl didn't pay much attention to what the broadcasting demon was thinking, and just kept talking to herself.

But soon, her voice suddenly changed again.

"but……"

"If the chef rushes things and the dish ends up tastes bland, then it's a loss."

"Are you right?"

The question, light and airy, fell to the ground.

But the person who was quietly reciting the words suddenly, without warning, crushed the red apple in their hand!

With a crisp "crack," the snow-white flesh mixed with the red apple peel flew out like a miniature bomb!

The debris will spontaneously combust after flying a short distance, leaving no trace.

The poor apple, like a human skull crushed, hung sparsely and horribly at the edge of the dragon girl's palm.

The sticky, sweet juice flowed down her wrist like a thin stream.

"Zizi-"

"Zizzi——!"

The kitchen lights flickered violently, and the current surged wildly within the light tubes.

The air, as if imbued with life, gathered around the sinner from the East, forming a distorted shape.

They were restless.

It was as if something was about to be born out of thin air, carrying a chilling fear that almost traumatized the mind, coldly announcing the arrival of unknown terror.

Thus, the light in the Pride Ring at this moment was more like a damp blood mist dissolving into the limbs and bones than light.

Sensing danger, even though he knew the other party wouldn't attack him, the broadcast demon's hand still scratched at the table.

Three scratches were etched on the washstand beside the devil.

It should be noted that, for Alastor, this action by ■■■ was hardly polite.

……

...But hey, at least for now the devil can finally look into the eyes of the sinners of the East, can't he?

Looking into those golden eyes, so bright they seemed to be burning with gold?

In the suffocating sense of oppression, Wendigo's heart pounded in his chest.

Like a dying bird, it struggles desperately.

For a twisted sinner lord in hell, the sheer feeling of impending death, devoid of any emotional bias, is far more pleasurable than simple animal mating or intimate contact.

At least that's the case for Alastor.

—To confront the power of a beautiful yet tragic creation.

Accept her, reform her, tease her, or make her suffer...

They are all so interesting and captivating.

Why put yourself in shackles?

What exactly is going on in your head?

The devil was unaware that his eyes were wide open with extreme excitement.

Although there was no contempt or arrogance, his favorite little toy was looking down at him with a condescending gaze.

The dragon girl did not get angry at the sinner lord.

The devil doesn't delve into the exact source of his own pleasure.

But he doesn't deliberately hide his vigilance and dissatisfaction.

...Or rather, when faced with ■■■'s outrageous behavior, the broadcasting demon would still respond with a "not happy" attitude?

So, did you have fun?

"..."

Upon hearing Alastor's voice, the dragon girl noticed the deer-like Wendigo...

His ear was actually turned down for a moment.

Like primitive animals, it's an instinctive reaction to danger.

The dragon girl raised an eyebrow, as if surprised by the conditioned reflex that the other person could be described as "cute and pitiful" in her eyes.

The black fire burned away the last fragments of that "perfect fruit".

The aroma of roasted apples instantly dispelled the oppressive aura that had been so intense just moments before.

Just as her emotions came and went, she was not actually angry.

And so, in the blink of an eye, she transformed back into the kind and gentle dragon girl.

Just like their first meeting at the Hell Inn.

"...Not bad, at least I have a famous sinner lord as my audience." You unexpectedly picked up where the other person left off.

"Boom."

"Boom."

In response to your reply, the broadcasting demon tapped the bottom of his microphone cane lightly on the cabinet behind him, seemingly impatiently.

Alastor's face displayed two contrasting emotions: excitement and dissatisfaction at the power that the Eastern sinner seemed to unconsciously reveal.

But unlike his own wide-open eyes, which were wide with excitement, the shadow behind him perfectly revealed the sinner lord's hostility.

Wendigo's gaze finally returned to the dragon girl's hands.

As she crushed the apple, black scales appeared on her hands again.

'A woman's meticulousness is a commendable quality.'

Alastor thought to himself, not really caring.

After burning off the residue on her hands, the obsessive-compulsive dragon girl turned on the tap and meticulously washed her hands, leaving no gap between her fingers untouched.

Whether cooking or cleaning, she seems to always use a clean white cotton cloth to dry her hands.

Alastor watched every move of ■■■ silently—like a kind of almost neurotic appreciation.

Eastern women from other lands always possess a unique simplicity and elegance, like a beautiful epiphyllum blooming in the night.

"...However, at least you always have good taste, sir."

Although you didn't get a definite response from Alastor, after saying so much, you, as the chef, suddenly couldn't help but praise Alastor's pickiness about ingredients and his unique pursuit of flavor.

However, upon hearing your sudden praise, you noticed that the grinning broadcast demon was clearly taken aback.

An obvious look of astonishment flashed across the devil's face...

Of course, this minor lapse in composure was quickly overshadowed by his feigned calm and matter-of-fact manner.

"Venus meat is delicious and lean, similar to beef, but much more tender and smooth, with less fiber."

"Venus meat is low in fat and calories, and contains relatively rich protein, inorganic salts, sugar and a certain amount of vitamins. It is also more easily digested and absorbed by the human body—an expensive ingredient that is worthy of its price."

"...and you also seem to have a preference for tender yet chewy meat, such as beef tenderloin."

You look at Alastor in front of you with a meaningful gaze.

The dragon girl's tone remained as calm and composed as ever.

It's like a leisurely, unhurried supplementary explanation.

"However, please forgive me, I may have many other things to talk to you about."

"For example, regional differences in taste preferences, such as whether a purely meat-based diet versus refined meat processing can lead to vastly different personalities among people in different regions..."

"Or perhaps those ingredients that can thrive anywhere, like 'war gods'."

As he said this, ■■■ suddenly gave a light and simple bow to the silent Alastor in front of him.

"But I need some time to get back to my work as a chef."

"Then, I'd like to know, what are your thoughts on this conversation with me...?"

Are you satisfied?