Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 75 Hesk, you sound like that deep-voiced uncle next door who always tells you not to stay up

After preparing breakfast for the demons at the inn in the early morning, you received a reply from Harlan Winington.

A golden origami crane, symbolizing agreement, lies quietly on the wooden table where you read.

Since the conditions you offered were already quite generous, his agreement was somewhat within your expectations.

Although you were worried that the other person might be the kind of devil who doesn't follow the usual path, fortunately your plan overcame the danger of miscarriage and got on the right track as you wished.

As a perfectionist, you enjoy the feeling of every step being planned—but this also proves that your lazy lifestyle has come to an end.

However, dealing with economics, fashion trends, and the catering industry can be seen as making full use of your talents and expertise from your previous life. This made you, who had been running a business for quite some time after going to hell, feel a sense of... well, never mind.

Return to the present.

Although you are the most cooperative demon with Shirley in the entire inn, you need to get up early to prepare breakfast for everyone, and then prepare lunch non-stop at noon. Therefore, the little princess of Hell has granted you permission not to participate in the morning activities.

However, just as you were about to go downstairs to discuss something with some "smart person," you "unfortunately" stumbled upon the morning activities in progress.

The demons who had gathered around the TV were clearly no match for the explosive content on the screen.

The obscene image on the old TV in the inn almost made you fall straight down the stairs.

While Angel does indeed possess a beautiful body that drives most people in Shanghai crazy, unfortunately, as someone who prefers pure love, you might find it a bit hard to accept—especially since it's early morning!

Although you know you might be going a bit too far, you still feel that some of Angel's pornographic films should be classified as R18G.

"Hah, ah... Ugh... Hah..."

As expected, after being subjected to a mental attack early in the morning, your vision went black... and perhaps more than that, you felt your entire face turn green.

After accidentally seeing the scene he least wanted to see, the tall, oriental sinner, whose appearance was several times less "erotic," painfully covered his mouth and couldn't help but gag.

Although it is extremely rude to make such a comment about Angell's work, after going to hell, you have a very low tolerance for the excessively...open forms of sex in hell.

You know you're bad at this, but how are you supposed to train to handle this kind of thing? Besides, it's a physiological reaction, you can't control it at all.

As a semi-homophobic person, you are finding it incredibly difficult to move forward in this hell where sexual orientation is even more chaotic than your birth!

Not really wanting to see this kind of thing so early in the morning, you squatted down on the second floor, holding onto the stair railing. The railing next to your face made you look like you were in prison.

No wonder you didn't see Alastor among the assembled demons.

...A smart old man would flee any communication activity that might involve psychological attacks at the first opportunity.

You, crouching on the second floor, look rather pitiful, clutching your own tail; weak, pathetic, and helpless.

You wipe away the tears that involuntarily well up in your eyes, secretly lamenting that you are indeed no match for the seasoned broadcasting devil—even though he has only been at the inn for a short time, he has already accurately grasped the rules of survival here.

"So, do you think the chef's reaction was insulting?"

Hesk, who seemed to be continuing a certain topic, suddenly waved in your direction with the hand holding the red cotton cloth.

"Her reaction was much more powerful than any of my damn words."

"..."

"?"

Hearing the other person's sneer, you remained squatting on the second floor, completely unaware of what was happening.

Although the expression on the face of the Eastern Sinner did not change, his eyes widened.

"...Oh...fuck you! Look at her stupid expression! Isn't it obvious?! Come on, everyone here knows that she's as innocent as a piece of wood, don't drag her into your shitty and tasteless conversation!"

Although he liked to make dirty jokes in front of you, Angel, who knew what kind of personality you really were, cursed at Hesker with a sense of justice.

"Any movie I'm in is undoubtedly a classic of art! This is a masterpiece that won the 'Beauty and the Beast' award! Although ■■■ can't understand it, you can let her have it!"

The Spider Sinner, whose expression looked somewhat serious, reached out his hand towards the television.

……

You, still squatting on the second floor hugging your tail, looking strangely like a fool: "?"

What does Angel mean? Is he insulting you or speaking up for you?

Hi everyone, good morning! Would you like to join our sharing session?

While Angel and Hesker were bickering, Shirley, who was sitting on the sofa, immediately lit up when she saw you.

What kind of sharing event?

Silently summarizing all the little activities Shirley had organized in your mind, you squatted down and looked at the blonde witch downstairs, your tail unconsciously swaying behind you.

"Uh... it's about sharing your own work? You know what I mean."

Vicky, who always sat next to Shirley, looked up and explained to you like this.

"...Yes! ■■■Do you have time to participate?"

Shirley, looking expectant, chimed in from the side.

“I’m honored… but actually I’ve been involved for a while now—Pansius and Neilford have already been sharing my insights.”

After a moment of silence, you cleverly replied to Shirley's seemingly enthusiastic response. Then, without changing your expression, you flipped over from the second floor and landed lightly next to the sofa.

Upon hearing your voice, the two demons who were eating the fruit cookies you made immediately turned around and looked at where you were.

"How does it taste? Westerners like sweet things, so I used a new recipe and added a lot of sugar... But if I added freeze-dried fruit, the taste might not be so cloying."

You approach the table where Nifferty is lying, and then pick up a cookie with cranberry bits scattered on its surface from the beautifully arranged snack plate you have prepared, and examine it closely.

"I used dried cranberries and dried strawberries, these two are more reliable... at least the taste is guaranteed. What do you think of the crispiness and flavor complementing each other?"

When talking about what he makes, the Eastern Sinner, whose expression is always very serious, asked this question.

"Here we go, now in professional mode."

Vicky, sitting behind you with Shirley, muttered something in a slightly helpless voice.

"...At least this is normal sharing, and ■■■ always does a good job, right?"

Seeing that the participation in the event was as smooth as ever, Xia Li breathed a sigh of relief and whispered.

Although the outcome of her paradise plan was cruel and heartless, at least the chef at the inn could warm her uneasy heart...

You were so engrossed in your new work that you didn't notice what the young couple behind you were saying.

At first glance, tiny Neilty looks like a squirrel, clinging to you with crumbs all over her mouth as she munches on a generous cookie. But upon hearing your question, she immediately widens her eyes, her gaze bloodshot, and shouts at you earnestly, "This is the best thing I've ever eaten in hell!"

"...She always says the same thing, can't she come up with something more original?"

Panxius, sitting to the side with a somewhat disgusted expression, complained in a slightly accented voice while wiping the cookie crumbs from his mouth.

But when facing you, he immediately adopted the serious expression of an officer reporting the battle situation to his commander:

"Report! This is the best thing I've ever eaten in hell!"

you:"……"

"...Please! What you're saying is exactly the same as what Jennifer says!"

Vicky, standing behind you, immediately couldn't help but shout angrily.

"Not a single word is different!"

"How can these be the same?"

After Vicky said that, Pantheon, who looked very serious, seemed to be trying to explain something to her.

“My attitude is completely different from that of this casual young girl! You understand? This is a gentleman’s respect for a master chef!”

"I would like to pay the highest tribute to the cookie maker who rescued the great Sir Pantheon from this unbearable... well, I can't appreciate this work of art!"

Pantheon gave you a proper bow.

You notice that he doesn't even want to look back at what's on TV anymore.

"Come on, you insecure clown. Do you think it's funny to watch all those idiots in the inn sleeping soundly all alone?"

Pantheon, who seemed about to say something more, was interrupted by Hesker's sudden sharp comment.

When you looked at him, Pantheon, almost immediately confirming that he had done it, frantically waved his hands at you in a panic: "Miss! You can't go into your room tonight!"

you:"?"

So you tried to come in again, didn't you?

Vicky, finally breaking down, blurted out, "...Is this even the fuck important?!"

"And then there's the princess. She's a kind-hearted person who always tries to solve everyone's problems, but she just can't solve her own."

At first, Shirley didn't react, but after hearing Hesk criticize her as well, Shirley's reaction was not much different from Pantheon's, which basically confirmed Big Cat's assessment.

"And this purple-haired lady criticizes everyone and everything because she hates herself."

After talking about Shirley, Hesk also mentioned Vicky, and glanced sideways at the purple-haired sinner sitting on the sofa.

Vicky, who should have expected to be involved as well: "...Uh-huh!"

“Nifty? Humph... You have no interest in what’s wrong with her—and our inn’s chef too.”

Finally, when they got to your name, the big cat holding the wine bottle looked at you and raised one eyebrow meaningfully.

"When you're willing to reveal all the secrets you have that are so numerous they make people uneasy, as if you were showing off your absurd kindness, then we can have a proper talk about your problem."

Hesk, who had offered a scathing critique of everyone, narrowed his eyes, his tone subtle.

you:"??"

"Uh, I... ha... uh."

As the big cat sinner approached you while holding a wine bottle, you, unusually intimidated by the aggressive innkeeper, took two steps back and stammered out a few monosyllables with your unchanging face.

As expected of Hesk, the most reliable elder in the inn, he easily accomplished what the Broadcast Demon couldn't—scaring ■■■ into backing away.

...That's why you said you have a strange sense of respect for Hesker!

He really resembles that gloomy neighbor uncle who used to knock on your apartment door and solemnly tell you that you'll die suddenly if you don't get six hours of sleep a day.

Are you afraid of him? What you're really afraid of is the oppressive feeling that comes with being an elder!