Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 47 I would call it forced sexual intercourse with the ingredients.

"What's wrong, honey?"

After discovering that every dish on the menu looked like an Omakase and was also overpriced and abstract, your last bit of expectation vanished, and you silently put the menu back in its place, looking up at Viya across from you.

"Since you're here to have some fun, don't be so unhappy, or the fun will turn sour."

"...I just think...it's a bit too much interference. Even if we're not here, we can go somewhere else to eat."

Viya, whose name was vaguely remembered, stared at her feet, which were mostly covered by the tablecloth, and sounded dejected.

“At least go somewhere…where there’s no racial or class discrimination,” she muttered.

"I never expected that a group of celebrities would be in charge of a restaurant like this... Although it is indeed not bad, but..."

After Viya finished speaking, Moses, who was sitting next to you, also looked downcast.

From the moment Moses was looked down upon by the manager, his expression began to mirror that of Viya.

They both looked very disappointed—like idealists who had been brutally beaten down by reality.

"The filter is broken?"

You, with the most calm and relaxed expression at the whole table, responded with a joking tone.

"When it comes to idolizing celebrities, you should look at what they do, not what they say... Besides, at most, they're just a chef. You should support someone more worthy and stable... like Huanzhu." You said casually.

"Yes, people are often prone to developing a sense of awe towards mysterious beings... Your composure is truly enviable."

Perhaps it's because you're too indifferent that Viya only shows a helpless smile when she's with you.

If you hadn't been so calm and optimistic while you were out with her today, Viya would never have imagined how terrible she would feel.

That's great. ■■■ She doesn't spoil the mood, doesn't complain, and always tries to find a solution to any problem. She never shows any signs of annoyance.

She always supports her own ideas and never causes trouble for others like a volatile demon from hell.

Going out with ■■■ always gives me a feeling that I don't have to be afraid of anything.

Thinking this, the little demon girl, propping her head up, began to stare blankly at the sinner from the East in front of her again.

"If someone makes you unhappy, then it's that person's problem. Since it's not your problem, why be unhappy?"

You, who would categorize everyone who angers you as an idiot, replied to Viya in a nonchalant tone.

"Don't let other people's mistakes affect your mood, darling, it's not worth it... Besides, at least this restaurant serves food reasonably quickly..."

When you see the waiter place an extravagantly presented plate in front of you, the words you're about to say will immediately come to an abrupt halt.

The waiter brought out a plate bigger than your face, but there wasn't much food on it.

As the head chef of the Porcelain Kingdom, you honestly provide the innkeepers with generous portions of food every meal. Sitting in your seat, you stare with a pained expression at the exquisitely plated dishes before you.

You glanced at the sign the mischievous waiter had placed next to the plate—"Gallic Pan-Fried Foie Gras"

It doesn't look very appetizing.

Your gaze gradually turned serious.

Putting aside the shape and size of the foie gras, the main issue is that the plate is so large that the chef cuts the foie gras into a rather ordinary shape, which dominates the customer's main visual focus.

Not to mention the sauce poured over the foie gras.

You can't smell the unique aroma that a restaurant should have in the sauce of this dish.

...At the same time, the garnishes and side dishes didn't seem very fresh, either visually or in terms of taste.

As the chef, you gave this dish a very low initial impression, but you plan to give a more detailed evaluation after tasting it.

In fact, Billies couldn't keep his composure when he saw the dish.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time. You can guess he wanted to curse.

"...The chickens raised in my hometown have bigger meat than this."

Even the most optimistic Millie, sitting to the side, seemed to be shocked by the "exquisite" dish. For the first time, the little devil showed a look of disgust on her face as she lay on the table and gently poked the piece of foie gras with her fork.

You saw with your own eyes that the bottom of that poorly presented foie gras had a gap between it and the plate.

You can be humiliated or gossiped about behind your back, and you don't mind if others are malicious towards you.

But if you, as a chef, see someone else, also a chef, wasting ingredients, you really wouldn't be able to hold back.

Damn it, even hell has its own omakase?

You feel humiliated at this moment as a chef.

The corner of the Eastern Sinner's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Clearly, the foie gras omelet in front of them, which costs about one-sixteenth the price of a Vauxhall electronic watch, is overcooked.

If the foie gras is overcooked and looks unappetizing, and the sauce has no appealing qualities, what's the difference between it and dried-up poop?

I never expected that you would use the word "poop" to describe food for the second time at the dinner table. For the first time, I felt annoyed.

“…Millie is right, how much does this dish cost? Maybe it's just a cheap appetizer…”

Moses, who seemed relatively optimistic, tried to smooth things over while glancing at you, who had no expression on your face.

His perception that your expression has become colder is not just his imagination.

He remembered that you seemed to work as a chef at an inn, and he was originally going to ask you what you thought of the dish in front of him.

"Ah, yes, an appetizer... Let me see—oh, unfortunately, this is one of the main courses that doesn't look much like the picture on the menu, and it costs five hundred and fifty dollars."

With an expression that said, "I knew it," Viya pulled over the menu, frowned, and flipped through it a couple of times, her tone mocking.

Upon hearing the shocking price, Moses and Billies, who were about to unleash a torrent of curses, both gasped and fell silent.

"...Hey, is this alright?"

Millie, who was clearly closer to the girls, asked this question with some concern.

"It's okay, it's not expensive for me."

You calmly replied to the little devil in front of you who seemed worried about your spending, and then politely asked Viya, "Would you mind if I tried some?"

"Please do as you wish, after all, you are the only chef in this Demon Realm."

Viya, who seemed uninterested in the foie gras in front of her, propped her head up and gestured for you to proceed.

She seems more interested in your opinion.

"Yeah, please try it first! ...Damn it, this lousy dish isn't even enough to fill a gap between my teeth! Who ordered this!?"

Still absorbed in the dish's presentation, Billy bared his teeth and muttered complaints.

Viya: "Me."

Billy: "You're rich... Is this all you, people of your class, like to eat?"

Viya: "It's none of your business."

Billy: "...Fuck!"

No words are spoken when eating, and no words are spoken when sleeping.

After receiving permission, you didn't say anything, but quietly used your knife and fork to cut a small piece of the foie gras that you could only describe as shriveled and put it in your mouth to chew.

The magnificent and mysterious deep blue light of the marine aquarium shone on the face of the sinner from the East before him, who remained as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Her handsome, expressionless human face took on a cold, hard appearance in the shadows cast by the sharks.

The trembling light left faint marks on her face, and the ripples on her long, beautiful tail scales looked like a vibrant river flowing quietly.

Perhaps it was because of the overall color scheme of the restaurant; despite the bright red ambiance, Viya felt that the restaurant carried a sense of coldness.

The sinners around them would often gossip about their table, but the indifference of the Eastern sinner seemed to shut them out.

For a moment, all she could hear was the sound of the other person elegantly cutting the dish with a knife and fork, and all she could see was her putting the meat into her mouth.

It's amazing how this person can give her the feeling that as long as she's with him, nothing around her matters—as if all the annoying things around her have been pushed aside.

"So... how does it taste?"

Perhaps it was because it saw a noticeable crack appear on your usually calm face, but the little owl, who seemed to be looking at you with a hint of schadenfreude in its tone, propped its chin up and said in a teasing tone.

"It tastes just like regular foie gras."

Having already been very restrained in your speech, you wiped your mouth with a napkin and then pushed the foie gras toward the person who served it.

The texture is dry and tough, and the original texture and flavor of the foie gras are completely ruined. Even if it's only half-cooked, you can still tell that the foie gras is not fresh.

Moreover, the chef used too high a heat when frying the foie gras; the bottom of the liver was completely burnt, and the burnt part was even the kind that had no aroma.

The sauce, which was supposed to be the finishing touch and showcase the restaurant's specialties, was utterly worthless. The water from the side dishes wasn't drained properly, which diluted the already subpar sauce further... making it absolutely awful.

Just by looking at the state of the vegetables, you can tell they've been sitting for days and are already wilted—to describe them as utterly worthless is an understatement.

You'd rather call this dish a scam.

"Ha... If you were to evaluate this dish from a chef's perspective, how would you describe it?"

Wanting to try this dish to see what it tasted like, Viya chuckled and picked up her knife and fork.

"Absolutely horrific."

Upon hearing Viya's question, you, who had already lost your composure, immediately offered this unforgiving assessment.

“Even if you put a gun to my head, I wouldn’t treat a dish like this… Well, I mean, I feel like this is raping a piece of foie gras with culinary skills.”

"...Ugh! Stop it! Don't say that, I still want to eat!"

Viya, who burst out laughing at your comments, gave you a half-angry, half-joking glare before putting the foie gras in her mouth.