Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Although a bit cliché, the gentle Jason actually looked quite handsome.

"Got all that down?"

Jason didn't pay attention to Kemi and instead looked at the waiter.

"Yes, I've got it all down."

"Is there anything else you need?"

After nodding, the waiter asked once more.

"Cancel everything I just ordered, serve the rest."

Jason answered.

"What?"

The waiter was taken aback.

"Cancel everything I just ordered, serve the rest."

"Right, your ice cream is good; bring me thirty servings."

Jason repeated and then emphasized.

"Are you sure, everything but what was just ordered? And you want thirty servings of ice cream?"

As the waiter spoke, his voice trembled, and his wide eyes were filled with disbelief.

If he hadn't seen Kemi before, he would have thought Jason was there to cause trouble.

The waiter couldn't believe it.

Kemi felt the same disbelief.

She seemed to freeze, looking at Jason as if she were stupefied.

She hoped that at this moment, Jason would turn his head and say to her with a smile, "Hey, silly girl, I'm just kidding, it's a joke."

Then, she actually saw Jason turn his head and show his teeth to her.

His ghastly teeth, under the light, shimmered with a faint Cold gleam.

To Kemi, it was as if she was seeing a great white shark charging towards her, its gaping mouth wide open.

"Hey, you said you were treating, right?"

After finishing, Jason gestured to the waiter with a wave of his hand, indicating to hurry up.

"Coming right up!"

The waiter, coming back to his senses, turned and ran towards the kitchen.

The night shift's sales were tied to his bonus.

Watching the departing waiter, Kemi raised her hand, wanting to stop him, but in the end, she did not make a sound.

She was the one who offered to treat.

Now she couldn't take it back.

But...

She didn't have enough money!

Although she didn't know how much it would cost to order the entire menu, she was sure that the money her father had given her wasn't even enough to cover the thirty ice creams.

What to do?

Am I going to be left washing dishes?

Is it too late to regret this now?

Kemi looked at Jason, who sat confidently, fidgeting anxiously.

Now she truly wanted to make a phone call to her father.

But she worried that doing so would disturb him.

And in the midst of Kemi's anxiousness, the dishes were served one by one.

This 24-hour restaurant was a fusion cuisine eatery.

To put it simply, from Wellington beef, tomahawk steak, to charcoal-grilled pork belly, pan-seared lamb chops, to hand-pulled lamb, potato stewed beef brisket, and fried rice—they had it all.

While not everything could be available.

They all had their specialties.

Moreover, the chefs here did a pretty good job.

Especially that tomahawk steak.

When the waiter asked if it should be cut, Jason gestured with a swipe of his hand denying it; he ignored the heat and directly lifted the tomahawk steak, and instantly, the aroma of the beef hit his nose.

Jason bit into it, restraining himself.

Juices spurted everywhere.

The marinated beef was even more tender and delicious, the mix of lemon salt and herbs created a unique steak sauce that, along with Jason's chewing, started dancing on his taste buds.

A subtle sourness, in a certain way, heightened the salty taste.

And the mushroom bits in the herb sauce were quite crispy.

Had they been fried in advance?

Thinking this, Jason opened his mouth again and completely pulled the remaining beef off the bone.

Even with restraint, a tomahawk steak was only a two-bite affair for Jason.

No, that's not right!

Actually, three bites!

Jason tossed the bone into his mouth and began to chew.

At the same time, he picked up the knife and fork beside him and began cutting into the Wellington beef.

The pastry was easily sliced open, releasing a burst of pepper and beef aroma.

It's not an adjective.

But literally 'burst'!

A stream of leftover heat trapped within the pastry—and with the touch of the knife and fork—

whooshed!

It sprayed out, enveloping the dining table.

"Did you make the pastry with layers on purpose?"

"Not bad!"

While saying this, Jason put the beef into his mouth.

What was worth paying attention to was that he tasted the mushroom sauce again.

It was still crispy and delicious.

Even though this was his second attempt, Jason felt not a hint of weariness.

The charcoal-grilled pork belly was served with a small stove, sizzling on a grate. Jason picked up a piece, dipped it in cumin and chili powder, and threw it into his mouth.

The fat instantly burst out.

It was like reuniting with an old friend after a long separation.

Wonderful!

So moving it brought tears to one's eyes.

It made one irresistible to have another piece.

The pan-fried lamb chops that followed, however, were different.

They were tender.

As tender as a shy touch on a maiden's hand when you first meet.

The olive oil firmly locked in the juices of the lamb chops, making them exceptionally tender. Pepper grains cleared away the lamb's gamey taste, while the crushed basil leaves and chopped parsley added a lovely garnish and a bit of crunch, just like the maiden who coyly withdrew her hand, her eyes wide with feigned anger and shyness, yet with words she hesitated to speak.

A flavor to reminisce over and over.

In front of the hand-torn lamb, stewed beef with potatoes, and fried rice with eggs, lay a performance at its peak.

The stewed beef's sauce was poured over the fried rice with eggs, big chunks of lamb meat also placed on top. There was no need for any ceremonies, just lick one's fingers, grab a spoon, shovel the rice, and stuff it fiercely into one's mouth.

At this moment, the lamb meat was still bashful.

The beef was reserved.

Only the rice was grainy, slightly hardened.

But the sauce harmonized everything.

When the lamb and beef mixed together in one's mouth, any shyness or reservation quickly vanished, leaving only the exuberant and solid taste of meat.

Slurp!

Jason, holding his plate, was almost inhaling his food.

Five minutes!

Start to finish, just five minutes!

The entire table of dishes was wiped clean!

Kemi was once again dumbfounded.

It wasn't just Kemi, the men and women from a distance were also attracted by Jason.

Even the girl who had been timid and scared was staring blankly at Jason.

But the man, upon seeing Jason, had a look of surprise.

Jason noticed.

However, he didn't pay it any mind.

He put down his plate and called out to the waiter who was about to serve him ice cream, "Let's have another round of what we just had."

Kemi shuddered.

She had calculated the cost of the food she had just had, even washing dishes, she would need to wash for two months.

Another round, and she probably wouldn't be able to leave this restaurant for the rest of the year.

Spending New Year's Eve washing dishes here?

She absolutely refused!

After all, this year was a special New Year's Eve!

She didn't want to!

Should she just slip away?

Thinking this, Kemi shook her head the next moment.

If she just slipped away like that, she would be too embarrassed.

Moreover, even if she wanted to slip away, where could she go?

Her father had told her to wait here for Jason.

The phrase 'caught between a rock and a hard place' described Kemi at this moment perfectly.

After experiencing the fright of a few days ago and the despair from a few hours earlier, she was once again learning another important lesson in the adult world.

Similarly, she was learning how adults solve their problems.

Sigh.

Kemi resigned herself with a sigh.

She was ready to wash dishes.

Never again would she make promises so casually!

The girl told herself this earnestly.

And just at that moment, the restaurant's door was suddenly pushed open.

Four menacing figures walked in.

As they entered, their gaze locked onto the man and woman at the distant table. The girl's face turned ashen, and she began to tremble

The four men surrounded them.

"Do you know the consequences of running away?" one of the men sneered at the girl.

The remaining three men were staring menacingly at the middle-aged man, threatening him with their glares.

Then, another seven or eight people walked in.

The newcomers, like the first group, had fierce faces.

Among them, a man wearing a leather jacket clearly appeared to be the leader of the group. The leader first glanced at his 'targets' that had been 'secured', then his eyes swept over to Jason and Kemi.

Upon seeing Jason's sturdy figure, the leader's brow furrowed, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

However, when he turned to see Kemi, such wariness vanished without a trace.

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"Seems like we've found two of the boss's goods!"

"This is just too good!"

Amidst the malicious laughter, the leader of the group drew a dagger and started walking step by step toward Jason and Kemi.

His eyes fixed on Kemi, the blade in his hand pointed at the back of Jason's neck, and his mouth issued a direct threat:

"Hey, buddy, if you don't want to get into trouble, just stay still."

"Otherwise, you..."

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