I open a restaurant in hell

Chapter 37 Capitalist: Pretending to be dead and pretending to sleep... (1809 words)

Ah~ A wonderful day starts with digging a grave!

"Hello! Dante, the egg fried rice you made last time was so delicious! The taste was so..."

The penetrating sound of the broadcast reached the second floor, startling Mark, who had been pacing back and forth in the room thinking about whether to go out.

Mark quickly jumped on the bed! Hurry up and cover yourself with quilt! Holding Dante's cane in his hand, he was shivering in bed...

Calm down Mark! calm! Don't be afraid! You just got a new job! Can't run away! Just like before, you have to adapt! Calm down will pass!

A comfortable yet unfamiliar environment and a warm... bed? And the terrifying face and the harmonious voice that I saw at the end...the beautifully crafted stick, which looked very expensive at first glance, and the high and low sounds coming from downstairs.

The simple but warm room made Mark unable to get scared. The only thing he had to say was the boss... no nose, no eyelids...

Mark couldn't tell now whether he was scared or something else? But I feel inexplicably flustered or a little...excited?

"You are welcome to come again next time! I will be busy for two or three days at most..."

Is this... seeing off guests?

Da da da…

This is the boss’s footsteps!

What to do! What to do! Pretend to sleep? no! If you sleep for too long, you'll be called a loser! If you're awake... you won't be able to do that either! Why didn't you go down and help if you were scolded? ?

Click! The door handle turns slowly!

Mark quickly stabilized his breathing, but his heart, which was beating crazily due to fear, couldn't stop.

Dante opened the door carefully and entered. The scarlet dots on his pale mask observed the entire room. Then he discovered something was wrong: "System Mark seems to have woken up."

[ah? Have it? I think he slept very soundly? ] After all, I have been sleeping for almost a year...

Dante once again observed the details in the room and said: "No, he must have woken up and heard my footsteps coming up and jumped on the bed pretending to be asleep."

"You see... the neat quilt I put on me is all twisted, and his sleeping position is too normal. If he was sleeping soundly, he wouldn't be so 'upright'.

Another point is that before I went out, he wrapped my stick very tightly with his tail and would never pull it out easily. Even if it was pulled out, he would never hold it in his hand. The reason for pretending to be asleep... I don't know. "

[Not the host... Can you analyze so much just by looking at your sleeping position and how messy the quilt is? Is it normal for children to sleep under the quilt? ]

"That's because you haven't experienced it! The naughty kid's superb acting skills and stupid IQ during the Chinese New Year..."

[...So you just want to expose him? ]

"Of course I will! I haven't eaten for so long! But I'm going to use a tactful way."

"Why haven't you kicked your legs after such a long time? I heard that sleeping children will kick their legs... Could it be that they are pretending to be asleep?" However, the voice was slightly raised to ensure that Mark could hear it clearly.

Marco's heart tightened when he heard Dante's words, and he immediately reacted and kicked...

system)…

Dante: I knew he was awake! It’s time to prepare dinner!

Dante was about to turn around when he saw Mark kicking twice in succession...

[...Is he showing his determination? ]

Dante didn't want to laugh, but he immediately logged out after hearing this from the system! He was afraid that if he stayed for one more second, he would be unable to hold back his laughter!

***

Downstairs, Dante accidentally played with a kitchen knife in his hand, thinking about what to make for dinner.

"What should I cook for Mark? Sweet and sour pork ribs? Braised pork? BBQ seems to be good too! They are all hard dishes...soup noodles! It's a pity that there is no flour..."

"Hey! Porridge seems to be a good choice!" Dante Bang! He inserted the kitchen knife into the cutting board! Mark upstairs trembled...

[Dianming porridge is a good choice! ]

"roll"

Dante took off his black gloves, revealing his white and dexterous hands that had not changed from wearing them for a long time.

Rice, water, oil, diced carrots, diced potatoes... let's add some green vegetables, maybe he likes it?

Dante, an office worker during his lifetime, had always made do with what he had, and when shopping for food, he would only buy the amount of the day and not want to spend a penny more...unless the supermarket was holding an event!

"Well, just save what you can, maybe you might encounter an emergency..."

The whole process of making porridge was very quiet without any demons disturbing it, so I took the door chain and locked the restaurant door.

After a while, he took off his short bowler hat and placed it next to the front desk because of the sweltering heat. However, Dante's cat ears still remained in the same airplane-ear state and still stung a little. Dante subconsciously reached out to rub them, but he remembered that he was cooking. Just didn't care.

After a minute, the furry ears gradually stood upright towards the normal shape on both sides, and a faint pink color could still be seen in the ears.

"Is there no way the system can remove the two ears on my head? I already have two ears."

[Sorry, no, the host relies on the upper ears. If you lose them, you will become deaf and...] Even if there were, I wouldn't tell you.

[And the host’s ears on both sides are useless. ]

"Forget it, but the cat is still too sensitive and it may be troublesome..." As he spoke, Dante's cat ears slowly drooped... but then they became stunned again!

Dante likes to cook quietly, but being quiet is a bit boring. Dante watched the bubbles pop up on the porridge and poof! Every time it breaks, Dante's snow-white cat petals tremble!

The moment the bubble formed and burst, you thought back to your magical life.

Dante: Sigh... As expected, going out is such a burden to me... Tsk... I can't even support myself... How can I support Mark! There are so few guests! ...fuck! Those two guys didn't pay! ?

Although Dante didn't even set the price of the meal, the thought of not paying was like losing million, and he couldn't calm down for a long time...

Mark upstairs...

Mark: It smells so good...I’m so hungry_(?_?』∠)_