Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 164 Scales and Fruit - S01E06

The Dragon Girl rarely says this much... this kind of thing.

Alastor tilted his head and thought for a moment.

But he felt it was difficult to define what kind of topics he liked to talk about, so his mind started to wander.

To hell, the sinners from the East are dressed far too "harmlessly" today.

She rarely changed her hairstyle, but it was a three-strand braid that could only be described as "gentle and virtuous".

He didn't like it that much, but it wasn't to the point where he needed to express it.

However, he liked the way the dragon girl bent down to peel an apple, her black hair falling down from her slender shoulders.

The demones' fair and delicate neck was exposed without any defense—

Her head would fall to the ground with just a gentle squeeze or a sharp chop.

...It's exhilarating and incredibly exciting.

The devil squinted, his heart pounding with pleasure and excitement.

Since her resurrection, the black scales on her neck, which resembled scars, seemed to have faded.

Strangely, Alastor could vaguely see two prominent black scales on the part of her back that connected to her neck.

Although the old gentleman knew it was impolite to pry into a lady's privacy like that, the two scales on the dragon girl's back clearly formed an upright triangle...

The broadcasting demon thought, "■■■ should have had three scales on the back of its neck, but why are there only two left now?"

Unfortunately, before the sinful lord, who was always simply curious about everything about the dragon girl, could figure it out, the dragon girl's distinctive clothes covered up the interesting anomaly he had just discovered.

...Of course, Alastor was also happy to continue the previous topic.

Wendigo was suddenly brought back to his senses by the rustling sound of an entire apple peel falling into the trash can.

He heard the female demon in front of him sigh.

Wendigo, unusually quiet, simply watched his nimble-fingered Eastern criminals; his smile curved into an exaggerated arc.

"I thought being a chef just meant dealing with oil fumes, putting ingredients in a pot, adding seasonings, stirring, and a dish would be freshly made, delicious and tasty—"

The dragon girl then launched into this long-winded rambling.

"But that's not actually the case."

"Interestingly, the freshness of the ingredients, their origin, the cooking method, the amount of spices... all these factors affect the taste of the food."

"Detailed steps create a rich flavor."

"However, as a stranger in a foreign land, I actually prefer this method of stir-frying."

Rarely glancing up, the dragon girl beside him skillfully sliced ​​the washed apples open, then magically transformed them into delicate rabbits with the knife in her hand.

...Alastor often saw apples of this shape on the table at the inn on Saturdays and Sundays.

He would occasionally take one or two, as a silent appreciation and praise from the inn manager for the chef's culinary skills.

He didn't want to make a mess of the dining table like those bandits in the inn.

Just as Alastor preferred to project an image of an elegant and learned, stern elder rather than one of cruelty—

We should respect and love him, and also revere him.

...But he really didn't like the fumes from when she cooked for him.

Alastor had seen the earnest look on the dragon girl's face when she cooked for him, and had also tasted the so-called hometown food out of interest.

It wasn't bad, but he didn't seem to have gotten used to the tastes of the sinners from the East...

Therefore, to avoid getting too much cooking fumes on himself, Alastor prefers to avoid entering the kitchen when cooking his hometown dishes.

……

The iron knife rose and fell on the cutting board, the crisp sound causing the deer-like demon to involuntarily twitch his ear tips.

He squinted, staring intently at the actions of the sinner from the East.

Wendigo's smile was ambiguous, leaving one wondering whether he was pleased or dissatisfied.

But at this moment, he seemed to have finally become interested.

The devil pulled a bag of screaming vegetables from the side and poured it into another sink. Then, he turned on the tap and, for the first time ever, took the initiative to help.

To avoid unnecessary contact, Alastor always maintained a just-right distance from the dragon girl beside him.

"...However, Mr. Devil of the West."

"Compared to your cooking methods, the 'stir-fry' method is probably very complicated."

Perhaps because he felt that the other party's help was an unexpected move, the Eastern Sinner, who had not stopped them, suddenly let out a few low laughs.

"Mastering the heat, the speed and method of operation, temperature perception, eyesight, and smell."

What would it taste like if the ingredients were square? What would it taste like if they were strips?

As you say this, you pick up a leftover apple slice from the cutting board and wave it in front of your eyes as if by accident.

The dragon girl stared at the sinner lord in front of her, who was unusually "obedient" for the first time.

It looks like it's smiling.

"You should know that until the food is cooked and before it is chewed, swallowed and digested, it can always be shaped and changed."

"What ingredients become depends entirely on how they are cooked and cared for."

"Even if the food itself contains toxic substances, it should not be considered wrong."

"While some diners may find this incomprehensible, others may find it long and boring, and some may even hate it... hehe..."

■■■ laughed again.

After hearing the Eastern Sinner's short, light laugh, Alastor slowly tilted his head back slightly and glanced at the Eastern Sinner beside him, whose tone was somewhat cheerful.

"But unfortunately, when a chef is more than just a chef, what we often pursue is not just delicious food that tastes amazing as soon as it enters our mouths."

"We will focus more on what kind of experience this dish will bring you."

"Whether it's the taste, color, aroma, or even the presentation of the dish—"

"The long and tedious process is just about adding different textures to the ingredients..."

"The chefs certainly had their reasons for making this arrangement."

You throw the last rotten apple into the trash can next to you.

Then, you pick up the only red apple that you haven't processed yet, one that looks almost perfect, and use it to cover half of your face.

With your unobstructed right eye, you casually met the gaze of the broadcasting demon.

A few seconds earlier, the cannibalistic Wendigo abruptly turned off the tap.

Then, it begins to stare at you with a chilling, silent gaze.

"What a pity, sir..."

"But a chef who always loses his temper and acts without thinking about the future will not be a good chef."

"That would ruin the taste of the food."

Even when encountering unreasonable or stubborn diners who insist on their own way...

At this point, you, unfazed by the devil's gaze, suddenly gave a meaningful smile.

The sinner lord awaits.

We await the Dragon Girl's next move.

But at this moment, ■■■ suddenly became unhurried.

The perfectly red apple in her hand, now like a crystal-clear gem, reflected a dazzling yet magnificent light on her face.

It was so red that even the light of the arrogant halo sky greedily absorbed it, and it fell crimson and rampant into the hands of the demoness half-nest.

Unlike the demons' bizarre and highly aggressive claws.

When cooking, Eastern sinners have a habit of removing the black scales from their hands.

■■■Hands are pale and slender, with distinct joints.

Her skin seemed very thin, and bluish-purple veins were embedded in the back of the demoness's hand, seemingly wearily transporting deep red dragon blood.

—Regarding that forbidden fruit, ■■■'s hand was like a perfect display stand, ready to be cut off.