Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 33 What's the difference between this and asking "Do you like your dad or your mom

"Okay, first of all, thank you all for coming! Recently we've noticed... perhaps there's a tiny... minor... conflict within the inn?"

After Shirley said those words, you, who had been standing to the side, pulled your tail out of Angel's arms and then pulled Nefertti into your arms before the hostile-looking Pantheon could.

You righted the overturned armchair next to you, then casually patted the back of the chair, gesturing for the serpentine sinner beside you to sit down.

Although there are no longer any conflicts between you and Pantheon, and he even dares to make some trivial provocations towards you... he still shows that silly, touched expression when he eats your cookies, and he also praises your cooking skills.

However, when you give him a command, he will immediately follow the command obediently, like a trained animal.

This makes you very happy; you still really like this kind of obedient yet lovely guest.

Clearly, ■■■ is unaware of the extent of psychological trauma her initial threats caused to Panxius.

"Thank you to our impeccable inn chef!"

Standing at the front, Shirley and Vicky gave you a very enthusiastic round of applause, but she quickly followed up, saying, "Given everything that's happened, we believe... we can strengthen the trust between us by—"

"A Little Trust Exercise!"

"...A little trust exercise!"

It was obvious that Vicky hadn't kept up with Shirley's pace, but you, standing to the side, still gave the two young couple a round of applause to show your support.

Nifferty, perched on your shoulder, laughed and clapped along with you. Pantheon, sitting next to you, hesitated for a moment before joining in the clapping.

"...What's going on? Forget about that lesbian, are you three shills hired by this idiot girl?"

An embarrassed Angel ignored Shirley and Vicky, who seemed to be discussing something, and couldn't help but point at you with a speechless expression and complain, "Oh ho! Your clapping makes this all look even more pathetic."

The spider sinner, who looked somewhat gloating, even mockingly drew a huge semicircle in the air.

"You've spent more time with her, don't you know that ■■■ will support everything that happens in the entire hotel?"

Sitting further away from Angel, Hesk rolled his eyes and looked at Shirley Vicky in front of him with a hint of impatience. "So, what's the point of all this... uh?"

The big cat sinner, with a look of helplessness on its face as if playing house with a child, frowned and waved its paw in the air as if making some kind of gesture.

"...What exactly do you want?"

After struggling for a long time, Hesk finally managed to utter this sentence in a helpless voice, posing a soul-searching question.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't want to put on any performance practice in front of this bunch of idiots."

The bartender, who looked genuinely unwilling, glanced at the person standing next to him with a long face and said, "I really don't know how you survived before. You just played this house game with these crazy women?"

"Oh, at least I would, provided I'm paid—but there's still ■■■, right? Our bartender said you'd patronize all the magicians in this hotel, right, sweetheart?"

Angel, who had his legs crossed over Hesk, blew you a kiss.

"And... ha, I know that at least the very obedient guy next to ■■■ definitely 'can't afford to pay,' and similarly, he has almost no dignity."

After teasing you, Spider Sinner glanced at you first, then looked at Pantheon, who seemed to be gritting his teeth, and said this.

"What?! That's disgusting! I'd never even considered something like that! Those pesky spiders!"

Pantheon, sitting next to you, immediately realized what Angel was talking about.

The serpentine spit out its tongue in disgust, then made a face at Angel that it probably didn't even realize it was making, before using you to hide its form.

After the little incident, Shirley seemed to decide to let Vicky host the whole game.

You didn't pay much attention to the encouragement couples share. Anyway, before the inn became lively, you were so engrossed in your work that you were dizzy from all the noise. Now you should be in a cooling-off period.

The sinner from the East, who could even witness the public displays of affection between young lovers in hell, remained silent.

In fact, when Vicky was nervous, she could see her lover with a face full of flowers and her own large pet dragon giving her a thumbs up, so she wasn't particularly nervous when she actually did it.

……probably.

You glanced at Vicky, who seemed to be training soldiers rather than playing a game, and silently moved a little closer to Shirley.

"Is she okay?"

You leaned close to Shirley and asked her softly.

"Huh? She's alright! Trust her!"

Shirley, who has an almost blind confidence in everyone, is clearly more comfortable patting your head than Vicky.

With your hair, which had been ruffled by the cheerful princess, you glanced at Shirley, the first person to sign up to play the "trust game" with Vicky, before slowly straightening up.

Soon, little Neilette climbed onto your head and combed your hair. She lay on your head, enjoying the "little game" in front of her.

The bond between the little princess of hell and her loyal guard is unquestionable, so you have nothing to worry about.

After Shirley, it's Angel's turn.

The spider sinner, who seemed to be at odds with Hesk at all times, was unsurprisingly released by the big cat after uttering those lewd words.

Before he could fall to the ground, you, who are quick to react, immediately wrapped your tail around his waist and placed the chattering little gay man on the ground, completely intact.

"Damn it, you should really switch careers and work on safe keywords, baby!"

With you there, even Angel, who had never experienced pain in a hotel before, was about to kiss you on the face again. Your face stiffened, and you immediately used your tail to push the spider sinner, who was much taller than you, aside.

"Tch, I now strongly suspect that this guy is getting more and more idiotic because you spoiled him."

Hesk, standing on your other side, rolled his eyes at you.

"I'll catch you if you fall next time."

Without batting an eye, you quickly replied to him.

"..."

The big cat sinner, who has a sharp tongue and hates trouble, was silenced by your words.

But if you think about it carefully, you might even observe what kind of alcohol he drinks and what he likes, and then give him a perfect standard answer in response.

Hesk, who had no doubt that you would actually do it, gave you a somewhat subtle look, and then silently moved a little further away from you.

After completely omitting the step of designating who would pick him up, Angel was immediately followed by Pancius.

After expressing his reluctance and heartbreak for the Egg Soldiers, Pantheon, before falling, secretly cast a pitiful glance at you, even feeling smug that you hadn't noticed, before collapsing backward.

With a blank expression on your face, you lightly tap your toes twice on the ground and stand in front of the stage.

You reached out and cleanly caught Sir Pantheon as he fell backward, then gracefully changed the position to a princess carry.

When Panxius looked up, he saw the inn's chef's face, so perfect it looked like a model, but because it lacked any expression commands, it looked like a robot.

"Uh...uh...thank you! But now, I order you to put me down!"

You still don't understand why Pantheon is blushing, but the serpentine sinner, who looks huge, is surprisingly light to the touch... In fact, you don't really pay attention to Pantheon's slippery body.

Completely oblivious to the glistening, tearful, and moved expression on the other person's face, your mind was preoccupied with why the sinners at the inn couldn't gain weight. This was truly frustrating for you, a chef from the Porcelain Kingdom—they were all skin and bones, and you were genuinely afraid that you might accidentally break one of them one day.

You're planning to find an opportunity to ask the radio demon, who never refuses food, if you feed him 24 hours a day, will he get fat?

So, who's next?

Just then, Hesk, who was hoping the farce would end soon, asked a question.

“…■■■, go away, go away!”

Shirley, who seemed to have been expecting something, quietly gave you a gentle push from behind, her eyes sparkling.

"..."

You pursed your lips, feeling secretly attacked, but ultimately still stepped onto that somewhat shabby little stage.

You look down at the sinners below, whose expressions aren't as sour after you came up, and you feel a little touched.

At least the ones I feed aren't ungrateful wretches.

You sighed inwardly.

"...I don't really have much to say, so I'll grant you permission... um, Shirley, to ask me a question."

Neither in life nor in death was particularly adept at handling such situations. You glanced at the sinners below, each with their own distinct expression, and ultimately silently chose Shirley, who was the most normal and unlikely to be asked any outrageous questions.

"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's fantastic!!!"

Upon seeing you, the blonde Hell Princess immediately chose herself, looking incredibly excited and happy, jumping up and down excitedly below the small stage.

"What? I thought I was the demon you loved most! Oh...you've really broken my heart!"

Seeing that you chose Shirley without even thinking, Angel, standing next to you, immediately protested with a half-joking, half-serious expression.

"...If you just stop doing things that are inappropriate for minors, I'll consider you for consideration, sweetheart."

Upon hearing that the other party was stirring up trouble, you immediately gave Angel a cold look, who had actually seized on this issue to raise objections at such a time, and retaliated without mercy.

"What? Hey! That's prejudice!"

While Angel was chuckling as he refuted you, Hersk, who couldn't agree more with your statement, nodded in approval and even gave you a thumbs up.

"Alright, alright! Quiet! Now... I'm going to ask a question!"

Shirley, who seemed to be looking forward to this part for some reason, struck a pose as if she were making a wish in front of her birthday cake, her bright, sparkling eyes gazing at you with intense anticipation.

No matter how many times you look at Shirley, you still think of her as an incredibly cute golden retriever.

Perhaps this is the mutual appreciation between dog breeds with similar personalities...

"Then I have to ask you...■■■! As the head chef of the inn, who is your favorite?"

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