Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 173: This is the kind of romantic filter a couple with kids have - S01E06

Okay, so you might have thought there was still hope for you.

But after Mrs. Shilona said those words, you felt as if you had been thrown into the ICU by a van.

You don't dislike warmth; you even quite like it. After all, you have no idea what bad things you did to deserve being sent to hell...

(And doesn't this prove that you're no different from Alastor!?)

So, perhaps because heartwarming scenes are so rare in hell, you really enjoy the clichéd development of making dumplings.

Before these things happened to you, you were someone who particularly enjoyed reading tragic literature and logical articles.

You often say that the Virgin Mary would be the first to die if she encountered danger, and that you would never open the door to a stranger...

But after actually experiencing these things, you become the stranger who needs to be saved by the Virgin Mary.

And up to today... you've even become the kind of idiot who wants to make dumplings with everyone even without any logic!

Even in hell, harmony and happiness are the best! This world doesn't need anything dark, bleak, or cruel!

……

……

But you still can't quite accept that while you're making dumplings with someone else, the atmosphere-destroying master broadcast demons are watching from the sidelines.

A wicked lord who is so evil that he can even stop a child from crying at night will only bring your dumplings and your fried spring rolls to the same end!

You hold Lady Cynthia, who is as petite as a house cat, and look back at Alastor, who is propping his head up with his hand, with a blank expression.

The female demon silently conveyed the words "What are you looking at?" with her golden eyes.

...But it is clear that foreigners cannot understand this explicit implication.

"Hehe... Shilona is right."

The bearded, devilish father, holding a pipe, walked up to you two and then gentlemanly extended his hand to Cynthia, who was on your lap.

Jeff spoke again only after Lady Tyrion had gracefully leaped off your lap and embraced her, making him appear very intimate with his wife.

"Although I didn't expect you to come today, Shilona has already prepared a place for you to stay."

The seemingly polite but actually mischievous man said, "If you want to stay here tonight, I still suggest you sleep in separate beds before you get married, so we'll have to make do with your boyfriend..."

“Sir, Mr. Radio Devil is just my partner—we don’t have that kind of close relationship.”

Having abruptly interrupted the other person, your barely perceptible smile froze and shattered.

You really regret not stopping Jeff Yaki before he said, "I suggest sleeping in separate beds before getting married."

"Oh...! Really?"

After hearing the clarification that you didn't even think about, Jeff looked visibly surprised and hesitant.

Jamie, who was next to Jeff, immediately said, "You mean he ties your apron for you, you tie your hair for him, and you roll up your sleeves—that's just what friends do?"

Cinna, standing next to Shilona, ​​added, "And when this gentleman stands behind you and rests his chin on your shoulder, you naturally let him taste the saltiness of the food?"

you:"……?"

Wait a minute, did you really do these things?

"So, you two aren't a couple, but just good friends?"

Jamie, who seems like a little adult, asks you this question in a teasing and ambiguous tone typical of children.

"...First of all, if arguing all the time can be considered good friends, I will go along with your idea."

"Secondly, it is obvious that you have overly romanticized this gentleman's behavior."

The Eastern Sinner, clearly taken aback by the little devils' description that "sounded rather overly ambiguous," twitched at the corner of his mouth and explained in an unnatural tone.

The thought that in the eyes of children, your dangerous game with Alastor—where you "want to stab each other to death the next second" and "want to cast a hundred counter-attack spells on each other"—seems ambiguous to others...

You just want to knock yourself unconscious.

—Ideally, the kind that they'll never wake up again.

And, perhaps because your conversation with the kids was so hilarious, Alastor, who was just watching for fun, played a classic canned laugh right next to you.

...Great, now you've experienced the feeling of everything going black even without knocking yourself unconscious.

"But this stranger's knife skills are really good. How many times have you helped ■■■? Did she teach you step by step? It's amazing!"

Not intending to let the broadcasting demon off the hook, Cynthia then turned her attention to the old gentleman who had been watching from the sidelines.

Alastor: "..."

……

Hey, you broadcasting devil, why aren't you laughing? Is it because you're naturally averse to laughter?

Seeing that even a certain sinner lord hadn't been spared, and the entire city of Shanghai instantly feeling much better, you gave the broadcasting demon beside you a wry look. Then, satisfied, you cleared your throat in front of the displeased old gentleman and spoke:

“But I really can’t just leave him alone at the company… My boss asked me to take care of everyone today.”

"...But I think I'm past the age where I need a younger person to take care of me."

After hearing your explanation, which hadn't been considered at all, Alastor, who seemed dissatisfied with your statement, rested his head in one hand and leaned on his cane with the other, casually continuing your line of thought.

He slowly cast a meaningful glance at you, a smirk playing on his lips: "Let's get this straight, sweetheart."

"You know, I'm neither young enough to need your advice nor old enough to need your support—so what exactly are you taking care of for me?"

……

'I not only don't want to take care of you, but I've wanted to kill you more than once today.'

Looking at Alastor's smile, you maintained your expressionless face and said this to yourself.

"Uh, maybe it's to accommodate your childishness of wanting to go home after eating?"

The sinner from the East, who had already prepared another excuse, spread out a hand towards the devil beside him who was watching the show with amusement.

"..."

You saw Wendigo choke up quite noticeably, followed by a series of faint, unpleasant noises.

……

...But you don't care whether this guy is happy or not!

■■■Imitating the broadcast demon, he squinted his eyes and then deliberately mouthed "I scored another point."

Alastor: "..."

An undisputed provocation.

And so the two demons stared at each other silently.

(Incredibly childish.)

The adults seemed to understand the subtle atmosphere, so they all chose to remain silent.

Jamie rolled his eyes, then, carrying the completely dead potted plant, strolled over to the red deer...

The previously tense atmosphere finally seemed to return to normal.

"Hi! Sir! Since you say you're [name]'s colleague, you must be very capable, right?"

The little devil boy, who seemed more energetic than his sister, held up the potted plant in his hand and looked expectantly at Alastor, who clearly flinched back. "You have to prove that you are qualified to work with [redacted]! Because only the most outstanding demons can stand with her!"

Jamie, who seemed to be doing exactly what he wanted, completely ignored the disdain shown by the broadcasting demon.

He grinned mischievously and shook the pitiful, withered red potted plant in his hand, causing a lot of mud to come out.

"...That's enough! Stop bringing up other people's embarrassing moments and then causing trouble for someone else, okay!"

Seeing her brother start exposing her shortcomings again, Qina pulled out a dagger from somewhere.

But before she could attack Jamie, you used one hand to scoop the nimble little devil girl back completely...