Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 30 The Perfect Morning of the Broadcasting Demon

In the morning, when Vicky arrived at Alastor pushing a cart full of weapons, you, wearing a pink apron, were serving him food.

“□□□□, □□□□□□□, □□□□□, rotten raw deer ribs, □□□□□, □□□□□, □□□□□…”

"Apart from the raw deer rib special, all other dishes are made with healthy blood as a base. Because of the special treatment, the blood plasma will be hot before I come to collect the plates."

Maintaining your professional demeanor, you skillfully arranged the dishes, which looked quite substantial, one by one next to Alastor.

The elegant Wendigo was sitting at the dining table at this moment, looking rather docile.

While you're setting the table, he'll simply sit quietly and watch you prepare this incredibly lavish breakfast for yourself.

The background music echoing throughout the eerily styled room was a cheerful radio tune emanating from Alastor.

"As you said, the rotten deer ribs are left with the skin, wounds, moss, and spine intact. But for the sake of appearance and eating experience, I've removed the maggots and flies. I'll just leave all the vegetables on the plate. I know you won't eat them."

With a completely calm expression, you wiped the bloodstains from your hands with a clean white cotton cloth draped over the food cart and gave your instructions.

After washing your hands, you bend down and place the knife and fork, held in a clean, sterilized napkin, next to the visibly pleased Broadcast Devil, and politely conclude: "Enjoy your meal, Mr. Broadcast Devil."

"Ah~! The chef's delicious delicacies, the moment I look forward to most every day in this hell~"

After you finished speaking, the debonair Alastor squinted his eyes contentedly, then eagerly pointed to the raw liver in front of him with his knife and fork.

"I wonder how many cannibals would fight tooth and nail for such a delicious and visually appealing meal, complete with a beautiful chef serving you the food herself? What a pity."

The aristocratic broadcasting demon never touched the plate with his knife and fork when cutting food; apart from the faint sound of metal rubbing against porcelain, only the soft rustling sound from his throat could be heard.

Alastor's way of enjoying his food with his eyes lowered was so endearing that you, as the chef, couldn't help but glance at him a few more times, appreciating his beauty.

"My pleasure, sir."

You've grown accustomed to his daily barrage of compliments, so you simply take a piece of parchment from the food cart, place it on his table, and smoothly put it on a dining bell.

"To gain the approval of the sinner lord is truly an overwhelming honor for a lowly inn cook in hell."

While casually adding this remark, the Eastern Sinner effortlessly caught the "Expectations for the Next Meal" booklet delivered by Alastor's magic in mid-air and flipped through it casually.

"□□□□□□□□? And closer to the very center? What a tasteful fellow..."

Looking at Alastor's comments and the checked ingredients in the manual, you, standing next to the food cart, raised one eyebrow and couldn't help but mutter something under your breath.

While still eating, Alastor responded to your comment with a cheerful and enthusiastic "humph."

You've always felt it's impolite to disturb diners while they're eating, especially a demon like the Broadcasting Demon who knows how to enjoy himself, so you plan to leave after setting out the food.

But just then, Alastor suddenly put down his knife and fork and called out to you.

"So, uh! May I know what the meals are for today?... I must say, I'm really looking forward to it."

The loud, clear enunciation of the broadcasting demon came from behind you.

Normally, Alastor would probably just say something annoying, but when it comes to food, he is always serious.

As a half-baked chef, you're quite pleased that the cynical radio devil actually has respect for food.

Despite his slender figure, you are surprised that Alastor was able to finish the meal you prepared for him on the first day, and even had the energy to snack and tease Hesk in the evening.

Back then, you didn't know how to serve cannibals, so you simply turned most of the edible parts of the first ingredient into a dish for him.

You know that the sinners in hell have a fast metabolism, but I didn't expect it to be this fast... You can eat a lot, but you usually stop eating when you feel full and you basically don't feel hungry.

...But you used a complete woman for Alastor! Even if the edible part is only about 20 kilograms, that skinny, ghostly Alastor can eat a lot!

The broadcaster was visibly in a good mood that day, even showing more patience towards Angel.

Perhaps because Alastor was in a good mood all day long, Angel was so frightened that he didn't return to the inn until late at night.

That day, the only one who truly appreciated the magic of Wendigo was probably you, the inn's chef.

Earlier on, you actually preferred to leave the special meal for Alastor at the door and wait for him to take it in himself, rather than meeting him in person.

He himself didn't seem to have any objection to this.

To your surprise, Alastor seems to be a "frugal person." The meals you cook for him are always eaten very cleanly, and the special dipping sauces have been touched.

You weren't so narcissistic as to think that Alastor thought your cooking was delicious, and you didn't know if it was out of politeness or something else... Of course, most of the time you still thought it was all thanks to the ingredients.

Your feelings toward the broadcast demon are actually quite complex.

Because he himself is really quite annoying to you.

You are the kind of demon who can't take a joke, so the people you like to be with the most are Shirley and Vicky, who are not much different from ordinary humans.

What I hate most is Alastor, that kind of clever devil who suddenly pulls a fast one on you, leaving you completely bewildered and wondering what he's thinking.

Sometimes, the two of you will have some seemingly unsolvable confrontations.

For example, sometimes you two will have minor disagreements, such as him making jokes that make you unable to hold back, and then you retaliate to make him unhappy too... That's how minor disagreements are born.

At first, only you will be upset, but the next day Alastor will always be fine—and eventually, you will get used to it too.

But setting aside the wickedness of this sinful lord, he also has many admirable qualities.

Although he may occasionally crack a few jokes that he considers harmless, Alastor is mostly elegant, calm, and a good listener, and his solutions to problems are usually effective.

Most demons in Hell are both wicked and fond of making lewd jokes, but Alastor, just like you, equally despises every rude and impolite demon.

The Scarlet Wendigo, who is clearly very well-mannered, is always polite and charming, and treats ladies with great patience and rare kindness.

Aside from his slightly gory tastes, you think Alastor would have been the perfect man for ladies of the last century to date.

You still like this radio devil who is mostly a gentleman, not to mention he's a gentleman who will proactively wash your dishes and play 'evaluation games' with you.

Aside from the occasional minor frictions, you and Alastor get along fairly well, since neither of you would be foolish enough to do anything that crosses the other's bottom line.

Similarly, because of Alastor's good emotional intelligence and occasional thoughtfulness, you, who have always remained vigilant, have always felt from the bottom of your heart that Alastor is probably the most likable demon...

But conversely, he also knows how to be particularly annoying.

"If you mean this—the grilled offal and paper-wrapped leg meat you love, as snacks..."

You, who are always very patient with diners who respect food, stopped where you were, turned around, and glanced at the broadcasting demon who was propping his head up with one hand and staring at you. After thinking for a moment, you patiently replied to him like this.

But just as you were halfway through your sentence, a familiar voice interrupted your eloquent narration and your breakfast with Alastor.

The cheerful background music stopped abruptly when Vicky pushed open the door and shouted "Alastor!" The radio demon, who was humming a song in a good mood, also stopped playing.

"...Would you mind waiting a moment? I'm having breakfast right now."

Blood dripped from the pieces of meat skewered on Alastor into the plate.

Alastor, who seemed to want to say something more, glanced at the sumptuous breakfast in front of him, then at Vicky, who was standing at the door with a not-so-pleasant expression, before turning his attention back to his plate.

"You don't want me to miss out on the chef's masterpiece, do you?"

The broadcast demon asked this in a light, airy voice.

But usually when he speaks in this tone, if the other person doesn't have anything important to say, he'll likely get angry.

"Good morning darling."

When Vicky looks at you, the expression on your usually expressionless face immediately softens.

Your gaze passed over the broadcast demon and met Vicky's eyes, then you gently waved to the white-haired sinner who seemed to be in a bad mood.

You see Pantheon's egg soldiers surrounding her feet.

Upon seeing you still in the room pushing the food cart, Vicky's previously unpleasant expression suddenly softened.

"Good morning, ■. It's really kind of you to take care of these troublesome guys."

The white-haired sinner sighed, looking troubled.

After Vicky sighed, the egg soldiers that had been surrounding her legs rushed to your feet, and a few even mischievously climbed onto your tail.

"Oh! Look! It's the kindest cook in the inn!"

"Cheers to the best of you! It's an honor to meet you this morning!"

"Beautiful chef, are you afraid of the dark?"

Is the chef afraid of insects?

"Miss Chef!!"

"Miss Chef! I'm hungry!"

……

"...Here you go, little ones."

Seeing this, you take a few chocolate energy bars from the basket in the food cart and hand them to the egg soldiers who look like little animals and keep chattering.

As soon as you take out the snacks, a few quick-witted little guys immediately snatch the energy bars from your hands and sit on the spot like squirrels, crunching away.