Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 76 Mommy Dragon has prepared breakfast for you again. Now say, "Thank you, Mommy Dragon

"...Come on, even if [name] is full of secrets, he's still a thousand times easier to get along with than you, you damned drunkard!!"

Before Hesk could get close to you, Angel used all four of his arms to pull you behind him like a large rag doll, and he even stood in front of you in a protective gesture.

"Should I laugh out loud at you, dear bartender? This little kitten is quite aggressive, isn't she?"

Perhaps still feeling angry, Spider Sinner deliberately added this arrogant sentence at the end.

Angel and Hesk, whom you don't get along with, started arguing again. You blinked, unable to get a word in edgewise, and then calmly stood behind the sofa with an expression that said, "As long as you two don't fight, it's fine."

It's not that you can't argue, it's just that you're not ready to break the balance between yourself and all the demons in the inn.

Your personality is unlike Angel's. He is passionate and outspoken, and he doesn't care what the demons he dislikes think of him.

You would protect the demons you care about just like him, but you wouldn't dare to make those bold declarations of love like him... uh, you mean the kind without sexual innuendo.

After Hesker commented on you, you noticed that Shirley's expression suddenly became very complicated.

She seemed to want to say something to explain, but until the very end she looked hesitant to speak.

Seeing this, you silently placed your hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her that it was okay. But your attention was quickly drawn back to Angel, who was answering a phone call.

You know that when he shows that troubled yet slightly ingratiating expression, the person opposite him is most likely his boss, with whom he has a complicated relationship and a particularly difficult personality.

While Shirley ran to grab Angel and demanded that he stay and participate in the activity, you, like a ghost, quickly floated to the kitchen and took out two meals in food containers.

Angel was decisive in rejecting Shirley, who seemed a little anxious, which caused Shirley to show a slightly hurt expression.

But right now, you'll look stupid no matter which side you side side supports, so you decide to remain silent.

Besides, they're both my children, how can I help them?

Every time there's a disagreement or conflict between the demons in the inn, you want to dig a hole and bury yourself. After all, once you're buried, you won't have to spin around like an anxious eunuch top anymore.

Anyway, every time everyone argues, they act like nothing happened the next day. It's like the emperor isn't worried but the eunuch is... Only you, who seem fine on the surface, are actually worried that they will really fall out.

"Angel! Wait a minute! This is breakfast... eat it on the way!"

"I've prepared a hazelnut chocolate spread croissant and coffee for you for breakfast. You really have to eat something in the morning, otherwise your stomach will feel uncomfortable if you do... high-intensity work without eating."

Before Angel slammed the door shut, you hurriedly stuffed the paper bag in your hand into the arms of the Spider-Sinner wearing pink sunglasses, your face expressionless.

While he was still in a daze, you quickly stuffed another slightly larger lunchbox into his still empty hand.

"...And this is your lunch."

"Because I used a little trick, it will stay warm until you open the lid."

"Your lunch is Italian fried ravioli with mozzarella cheese, tomato and red sausage, soup is tripe soup, and dessert is ice cream cream sandwich."

"Although it's not as lavish as what we have at the inn... but no matter what, remember to eat on time! Understand?"

The Eastern Sinner, who would suddenly become very talkative every time he was given a meal, had a serious expression and rattled off a long string of words to the Spider Sinner in front of him without taking a deep breath.

Although he seemed to be in a hurry, Angel, who was clearly much taller, managed to listen to the other man's ramblings while maintaining eye contact with him, before straightening up.

"Okay, okay, I know, Mommy!"

With a slightly impatient expression, the Spider Sinner lowered his head and kissed the Eastern Sinner on the cheek before slamming the door shut.

Under Angel's boundless kisses on the cheek, your originally indifferent expression instantly crumbled.

"...I really am...uh...uh!"

Hey!! Don't just kiss me all the time!!!

You, who always get caught in the act, widened your eyes, grimaced, and covered the half of your face that Angel had kissed as you retreated to Shirley's side.

When will this constant teasing finally end? ...Being unable to react to such trivial things every time really makes you seem naive.

You really didn't mean to not dodge!

You swear that if you're interested in gay men, you'll definitely have ten children in one pregnancy.

Unlike you, who was so devastated that you swore a solemn oath in your heart, the little princess, looking a bit lost and frustrated after being rejected by Angel, leaned against you as you covered half of your face with your hands, and then muttered in your arms, "Why is everything so difficult? Did I do something wrong? My paradise plan hasn't progressed at all so far!"

"..."

"...How about...I try a little harder?"

Not knowing how to get to heaven, and not knowing how to comfort Shirley right now, you suppressed your emotions and touched the other person's royal golden head with your hand, asking cautiously.

"Why don't you try a little harder? Or you might as well just take this shitty hotel and fly to heaven."

Back at the bar, Hesk suddenly replied with this.

What do you think, Mommy?

Today, Hesk, who had truly experienced the meaning of this meme, let out a gloating sneer.

you:"……"

Not daring to respond to Hesker's remarks at all, and without realizing you were not much like a mother, you very self-awarely moved the golden retriever that was throwing a tantrum in your arms to Vicky, who was standing next to you.

Seeing Shirley being rejected, Vicky, struggling and conflicted, couldn't bear it and suggested to her, "Perhaps you can properly exercise your rights as the Princess of Hell."

To give the young couple some space, you quietly moved a few steps to the side.

"So, it was because our little princess exercised her rights that she came to this stupid place?"

Perhaps because the remaining demons rarely drink during the day, Hesk, who had just been arguing with Angel but now seemed quite idle, started sitting at his bar wiping glasses again.

"Uh... yes and no, I guess? I was taken in by Shirley at the inn... she raised me for a long time, but I think the wealth of the Hell Princess should also be considered exercising the rights of a princess?"

Before Shirley could explain, you put your hands behind your back and rushed to the bar to explain.

"And... this is not a stupid place."

You didn't forget to refute Hessker's statement.

"up to you."

Hesk muttered a couple of things and shrugged, seemingly unconcerned by your rebuttal.

Perhaps because you were sitting at the bar, the big cat sinner, despite his sharp tongue, unknowingly grabbed a can of juice, poured it into a glass, and let it slide right up to you.

This was the most outrageous thing the bartender could find in the liquor counter. If this had happened before, he would have laughed at himself to death for now, when he was stocking up on things like milk, carbonated drinks, and juice at the bar.

Do you think Angel eats breakfast?

The tall, pale-faced Eastern sinner gripped the glass of purple beverage in his hand and asked this question with a rather serious expression.

Hesker: "...?"

"You're asking me this... wait, no, how the hell would I know? I fucking don't care about this! You're a lunatic!"

The big cat sinner, who had almost not reacted, stopped what he was doing, stared at you with wide eyes, and spoke in a tone of disbelief and disgust.

"But let me make this clear first, if you want to be that guy's 'mommy,' I swear you'll definitely..."

"No, no, stop, stop, I didn't mean that. I'm just worried... You know, not eating breakfast is not only bad for the stomach, I'm just worried that he'll gag if he's too active... What I mean is, Angel's boss isn't a good person."

You tried to explain something to Hesk, who didn't seem to believe you, and rambled on for a long time.

But to be honest, your statement doesn't sound convincing at all.

Hesk still remembers the scene yesterday when you were handing out things to all the demons like that damned Santa Claus!

Therefore, he thinks what you just said was complete nonsense.

But seeing you, who are usually so cold and calm, suddenly become so talkative at this time, the big cat sinner, who felt speechless, suddenly fell silent, which was unusual.

After a few seconds of silence, he rubbed his temples, sighed deeply, and said to you, who seemed a little restless:

"Damn it, no damn sinner in hell would care about this, okay?"

"It's more like these dog shits won't have stomach upsets from skipping breakfast after they go to hell."

"...The innkeeper's 'mama' who loves to meddle."