The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 184: Really. Heartache feeling

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Beyond ordinary people's perception, Jason can clearly taste the aroma of various foods without entering the restaurant's kitchen.

The smell of fried steak.

The smell of roast lamb.

The taste of stewed pork bones.

Vegetables mixed with fruit flavors.

And the taste mixed with various seasonings.

Every flavor is rich and fragrant, and it's clear that Almelada's ingredients are of the highest quality.

only…

Among these ingredients, there is a strange taste mixed in.

It is said to be fragrant, but it also has a fragrance.

But more of a decadent feeling.

It's like seeing a piece of rotten meat that has been carefully cooked.

Moreover, Jason also felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"What will it be?"

Jason continued to frown as he recalled.

"What's wrong?"

Edward, who had parked the car, asked.

"nothing."

"Have a meal."

Jason shook his head and pointed to the people queuing at the door.

At this moment, there is still about half an hour before the real meal time, but there is already a long queue in front of the Almeda restaurant. When the three of Jason walk to the end of the queue, a waiter in the restaurant will have a number plate with 33 written on it. Handed it to Jason, and Jason handed it to Edward.

He, the bum, has no money.

It was Edward who proposed himself, so naturally he would not refuse.

Moreover, this one also walked towards the waiter.

After a while, Edward came back with a smile.

"We're lucky."

"It just so happens that a pair of guests who made an appointment are temporarily busy, and you and Jischel can just take the place."

"but me?"

"Stained."

Edward said and motioned for Jason and the female pastry chef to go with him.

Guests who make an appointment do not need to queue up.

Jason and the three who replaced the reserved guests did not go in line.

In this regard, the people in line did not object.

Because this means that the three of Jason have fully accepted the orders of the previous guests, which must be a lot of money—at the Almeda restaurant, reservations are quite low-cost.

Rather than paying a high price to eat food they don't like, these customers would rather wait a little longer and eat some food they like, which is high-quality and cheap.

Following the waiter, the three of Jason walked through the long corridor.

This corridor is not fully enclosed. One side is a wall and the other side is a hall. There is a half-person-high railing on the side facing the hall. Under the railings are water storage channels about 50 centimeters wide. The pool in the middle of the hall seems to be like a river and a lake entering the sea.

This pool is about one meter deep and has a radius of more than five meters. There is a rockery in the center of the pool. The water flows down from the rockery like a waterfall. The white waves in the pool are rolling and the fish are swimming. Some lively fish even jumped into the canal , free play.

The canals are connected by small bridges.

After crossing these small bridges, you can lead to the dining tables one by one.

In the huge hall, there are only ten tables in total.

"These tables are placed in contrast to rockery and small bridges."

"As long as the guests at each table don't stand up, they can't see the guests at other tables."

“Privacy is great.”

Edward, who came for the second time, introduced Jason and the female pastry chef.

The female pastry chef looked at the decoration in the hall, thought about her pastry shop, and couldn't help showing envy in her eyes.

Jason was secretly wary.

Because, the fine layout in front of him always reminded him of the 'Starry Sky' restaurant, and the malicious 'Looking at the Starry Sky'.

"No!"

"no no!"

"I must be overthinking!"

"The layout in front of me is enough to show the intentions of the restaurant operator. The food must be good!"

Jason's anticipation when facing food always makes him comfort himself unconsciously.

Simply put, don't give up until the last moment.

Or is it…

At the last moment, I still wanted to struggle.

Most people are like this.

Some people have feelings for men and women.

Some people are at a loss for the cause.

Jason is all about the food.

People have their own preferences, don't they

"This is your private room."

The waiter stood at a corner, bowed to the three of Jason, and opened the door of the private room.

The interior is spacious, but the layout is minimal.

On one side is the dining table, on the other side is the sofa coffee table, and on the other side next to the dining table is a TV, which is boxy and has its own antenna. It is very old.

Jason stood at the door, glanced at the decoration inside, and then stepped in.

When he entered the private room, Jason saw the private room number that had been kept in front of the head of the waiter.

1024.

What kind of weird number is this

Jason thought, and under the guidance of the waiter, he sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

Edward sat opposite, and the female pastry chef sat on Jason's side consciously.

"Please wait a moment, everyone."

“Meals are served quickly.”

After the waiter made the tea, he poured tea for the three of them while talking.

Then, he got up and saluted, and left the private room.

When the door of the private room was closed, the sound of water flowing outside disappeared instantly.

“Very good soundproofing.”

Edward said, looking at the female pastry chef.

The female pastry chef was stunned for a moment before she realized it.

"I'm going to watch TV."

After finishing speaking, the female pastry chef got up and walked towards the TV.

After the power was turned on, there was a snowflake on the screen first, and as the female pastry chef fiddled with the antenna, a portrait gradually appeared, a little blurry, as if looking at it through a layer of frosted glass.

"It's not bad, isn't it?"

Edward pointed to the TV.

"Um."

Jason nodded.

Although in his opinion, this TV set is really old, but for him who has not seen similar electrical appliances for several years, it is really very kind.

"Thank you for all you have done for us."

Edward, who was sitting there, suddenly stood up straight and bowed in salute.

Then, without waiting for Jason to speak, he sat down again, the solemnity on his face dissipated, leaving only his usual polite smile.

"But if you commit a crime, I will arrest you as well."

"Just like those bastards."

"You are heroes, but you cannot act recklessly just because you are heroes."

This one added.

He kept his eyes on Jason as he spoke.

When he found that Jason was always calm, the words softened a little.

"You're not like them."

"You are stronger than them."

"But you are not bloodthirsty, so... I am sitting here with you."

In the slightly relaxed tone, there was a strong sense of unwillingness.

Jason could hear it, but he didn't open his mouth as he had already guessed. He just picked up the tea in front of him, took a sip, and waited patiently for the next sentence.

"I don't want to do that."

"But I have no choice."

"I am incompatible with the original system of Xindecheng. Not to mention the restraint everywhere, some guys are still malicious."

"Now my situation is even worse."

"The death of several of my subordinates is enough to become a weapon for them to attack me."

"therefore… "

"I don't have much time."

"It is necessary to form a counterattack before they complete their attack!"

"And there is an opportunity in front of us!"

Edward said frankly.

"what chance?"

Jason asked.

Just as Edward was about to answer, the private room door rang.

"Please come in."

Edward said.

The door opened, and the departing waiter walked in with several waiters carrying food covered by exquisite silverware covers.

Looking at the silver cover, Jason felt familiar again, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

His bad feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Then, when the silver cover was lifted, Jason saw a glass of water and a list.

Water, clear and free of matter, normal temperature.

Order, the price is clear, 66 yuan.

Edward saw it too.

Especially seeing that price list.

This one couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his chest.

66 yuan for a glass of boiled water? !

He really felt distressed.

"This glass of water is the 'distressed feeling'?"

Edward couldn't help asking.

"of course not."

The waiter answered.

Edward breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next moment, he saw the waiter put the price list in front of him.

"Only the list is."