newbobooks Chapter 235 Soup and Spoon - S01E07
Chapter 235 Soup and Spoon - S01E07
What were you doing when Alastor and Shirley Morningstar made their trade?
You are making soup.
A pot of vegetable and meat stew that is highly praised in the inn.
Blanch the bloody chunks of meat with scallions, ginger, and Shaoxing wine to remove the fishy smell and blood foam. Then rinse them with cold water and drain them with a strainer.
Use less oil, only to stir-fry the vegetables until just cooked; then, stir-fry the sugar to caramelize it, and pour in the drained meat pieces.
The sizzling, golden-brown fat seared the surface of the meat chunks, causing the oil to cook through and release plumes of white smoke that carried the aroma of the meat.
……
This soup has a tomato flavor, with a sweet and sour taste and a rich flavor.
You control the timing so that the meat and vegetables absorb the broth, while the meat remains chewy and the vegetables are tender and flavorful.
Tomatoes in hell are much redder than those on earth, a vibrant scarlet like flesh stripped of its skin and left with blood; generally, the better the quality of the tomato, the brighter its color.
This soup tastes similar to borscht, but has a richer flavor; after drinking it, the blood-red soup flows through the stomach and intestines, so much so that diners can even feel their stomach and intestines are warm.
When the soup in the pot is brought to a boil over high heat and then simmered over low heat for a long time, those strange ingredients from hell will unusually sink to the bottom of the soup—
So, rather than making soup, you might be simmering a pot of thick blood.
The spoon you were holding then was a gift from Shirley; she really gave you a lot of things.
It was a beautiful silver ladle with a long handle. When you held it in your hand, it felt cool, colder than your body temperature, which was far below normal. But after holding it for a while, the ladle would warm up and become docile, giving you a sense of peace.
The handle of the silver spoon was engraved with strange patterns that suited Shirley's aesthetic, but the little princess from hell always thought it was cute, so you kept using this eerie but beautiful silver spoon to make her happy.
...At that time, you were quietly simmering soup with that spoon in your hand.
The agreement between the Hell Princess and the Sinner Lord was no small event.
When the demons generated energy fluctuations due to their transactions, many amazing and intricate cracks appeared in the already riddled walls of the inn, centered on where they stood.
They grew impatiently from the top of the wall, eventually expanding downwards greedily and rapidly like vegetation in a parched desert.
—When you see those cracks and feel the familiar energy fluctuations, you suddenly feel as if your heart has suddenly gone empty for a moment, and your mind goes blank.
Because you find it unbelievable.
You are even somewhat surprised to find that at that moment you just felt that even the emotion of anger in your heart had been burned away.
It was just a fleeting moment. You didn't want to hear any more reasons or excuses, and you never wanted to see that guy's face again.
Your ears are ringing, your once wide field of vision begins to blur from the periphery towards the center, until finally, you are so affected by your worsening emotions that you can only see "one thing" directly in front of you.
Your brain has become so limited that it can only process one thing at a time, and your eyes can only see one specific thing clearly.
"Dong dong."
"Dong dong."
"Dong dong."
Your heart didn't race because of this sudden and unexpected event... but you could hear your own heartbeat very clearly.
Why did things suddenly turn out this way?
He betrayed you.
'Kill him.'
[But he's a demon. Didn't you know from the very first day you met Alastor that he would one day do something like "betrayal"?]
How could you trust the loyalty of a devil?
'But throughout your life in hell, and even in your lifetime, what you hated and resented most was betrayal!!'
'Tear him apart!! Tear the broadcasting demon apart!!'
But he clearly made a deal with Shirley on his very first day at the inn...
'But!? At this critical juncture, when no one is around, do you think this clever demon, whom even you fear, could make a deal with her!?'
'You always knew that Shirley Morningstar was an innocent child, a princess of hell who needed to be tempered!'
Why are you making this rubbish soup for her when she's being kept in the dark by her lover and is at her most vulnerable?!
'If anything happens to her, it's all your fault!'
'Just as you see now, she's made an unknown pact with a cunning devil!'
'You know perfectly well who she is, you know perfectly well who that girl upstairs is, it's you, you idiot, who let her run wild, that's...'
【Shirley Morning Star】
'Shirley Morningstar'
……
No.
No no no...
Hell cannot treat you like this.
How can you be sure that the devil who secretly made a deal with Shirley when none of you were around won't do anything even more outrageous in the future?
You told him before that you wanted him to become a broadcasting monster again! But now you're...
……
You can no longer trust Alastor.
How did things come to this?
The simple idea of tearing apart the broadcasting demon churns in your mind like a raging wave trapped in a narrow container.
—Whether in the past, present, or future, you just want him to disappear forever.
The impulse of the one person has clearly deteriorated to the point of no return, but strangely enough, the emotions that would have erupted because of that word—hatred, anger, disappointment—have all failed to appear.
Because in that instant, all you wanted was for Alastor to disappear.
'...He's so smart! You know he understands everything! But he still chose to do it!!'
You gripped the long-handled silver spoon so tightly that the handle was severely deformed.
The sinner from the East stared blankly at the strangely shaped silver spoon in his hand, his breath trembling and his eyes bulging.
She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
The deafening sound roared relentlessly in her heart, causing her ears and ears to ring and ache terribly.
The broadcasting demon knew perfectly well.
How much does the Hell Princess, who is condemned by many as naive and arrogant, hold in your heart?
He knew perfectly well.
He's so smart, so smart that even you're wary of him.
Even if the devil's views differ from yours, he should know that what he is doing is a complete and utter betrayal to you!
Was it because you spoiled him too much in the past, or because you didn't express yourself clearly enough?
Or is Alastor simply overstepping his bounds and provoking you?
...But why?
You can't understand it.
"Bang!!"
The spoon that was thrown down struck the edge of the iron pot simmering with hot soup, producing a dull, metallic sound that wasn't quite crisp.