Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 174 You even know how to grow flowers? - S01E06

"But would you tolerate a weirdo weaker than ■■■ standing next to her?"

The little devil boy held the dead potted plant high, one hand on his hip, and said this with righteous indignation.

"Wouldn't that just get in the way?"

"..."

China seemed to be stumped by Jamie's airtight statement.

"..."

"Oh...haha...but it's a real pity, child, I never prove my strength to anyone."

After brushing the dried mud off his clothes, the sinner lord calmly gave Jamie a disdainful look.

"Especially when the other party is not even worthy of being my servant."

……

The devil's tone sounded unusually emotional.

Because his words were mostly filled with regret and disdain, Alastor's remarks were noticeably more sarcastic than ever before.

Especially when he said that, he even deliberately made eye contact with you, as if it were some kind of natural provocation and displeasure.

Normally, this is absolutely not the kind of thuggish talk that would be made in front of a child's parents...

But in Hell, everyone seems to be a social thug and a sharp-tongued monster.

After belittling Imp, Wendigo, seemingly not content with that, appears to be silently expressing his dislike for children as well…

So you responded with a raised eyebrow, a defiant gesture.

……

"This poor little life is completely dead, my dear."

So Alastor, without batting an eye, delivered his merciless verdict without hesitation.

……

This bastard!

...Hey! Are you a primary school student in daycare?!

You stared at the male demon, who was speaking so bluntly on purpose, and opened your mouth in disbelief.

But he completely ignored your gaze, elegantly crossing his legs as he pleased; his eyes held a hint of aggressive indifference and impatience.

"No matter what you say or how you beg, something that is dead is dead and has no value in being saved."

Wendigo, with his flippant pronunciation, trailed off his words in a sarcastic and ironic tone.

"You want me to revive this plant just to satisfy your own foolish curiosity... Yes, yes, I do have a way to bring it back to life..."

Alastor paused for a moment.

He picked up a leaf from the withered plant with his fingers with a look of disgust, then casually let go, rolling his eyes dramatically.

"Ugh, this boring and pathetic little thing... whatever."

"But as inhabitants of hell, don't you yourselves know what things have been resurrected by the devil?"

He gripped his cane, looking down down at the innocent little devils.

"So, instead of asking for the power of the demon, I'd rather give you poor little guys some money."

"Don't waste your time on this pointless thing. Why don't you go and buy a new one instead?"

"Ok?"

Like an elegant old gentleman giving a death sentence to a terminally ill patient, he deliberately closed his eyes.

His tone was so relaxed it could only be described as nasty that your eyebrow twitched uncomfortably.

"...But of course, perhaps I can say something else."

"After all, I'm not like you useless little guys, am I?"

As he said this, the charming and debonair foreign gentleman deliberately glanced to his side, his face always expressionless.

After confirming that the other person's expression carried a hint of warning, he casually reached out and took the pitiful-looking plant from Jamie's hand.

Unlike the male demon who was experienced in this area, who simply frowned, squinted, and glanced around twice before spotting the problem with the plant.

"Oh...hahahahaha...this is really a very poorly cared-for flower."

After mocking what he held in his hands as usual, the devil, who had adjusted his one-way mirror, gracefully lifted the plant like a nobleman admiring a jewel.

"Overly wet soil can rot plant roots."

"Perhaps, Miss, next time you shouldn't give such a fragile life such heavy 'love'."

Knowing who the poor plant belonged to, the talkative broadcasting demon squinted his eyes and then turned his terrifying smile directly toward China, who was standing next to Jamie.

"After all, what is called love in the hands of an immature person will only become a vile poison."

"When some lives are unable to choose their own expectations and love for others, and instead respond with contempt and disdain..."

"This is how it will end, my dear."

“Such an unremarkable little thing can survive as long as it has enough light.”

"But if it's a beloved toy... I can certainly offer some advice."

"64.4 to 80 degrees Fahrenheit. Although this type of potted plant prefers a humid growing environment, it is important to ensure that the soil does not become waterlogged."

"Occasionally wetting the surface of the leaves and avoiding prolonged direct sunlight may meet the conditions for its healthy growth."

……

The elegant and talkative devil smugly straightened his collar.

This makes him look like an actor who has just given an "acceptance speech".

"..."

"...I didn't know you knew about growing flowers?"

The Eastern Sinner looked at the tall gentleman who had just finished speaking with some surprise.

Although you're sure the little devils probably don't understand what Alastor is saying, you're genuinely surprised that he actually shared a lot of very professional plant cultivation experience.

"...Ha, although we have spent some time together, I know a lot of things you don't, Miss."

He was backlit, his eyes crinkled as he tilted his head toward you.

"So, we still have many secrets that neither of us knows, don't we?"

"..."

After a brief silence, the broadcast demon heard ■■■ sigh.

He heard the dragon girl mutter something as if she were complaining to him, something like, "...You really are a genuine demon."

Before Alastor could react, the Eastern Sinner naturally got up from the sofa and strolled over to his side.

Without uttering a word, the female demon deftly placed the rotten plant from his hand into her own.

'...What is she planning now?'

Staring at the female demon's movements, the devil, whose smile remained unchanged, frowned slightly without making a sound.

But just then, Alastor suddenly saw ■■■ turn her head and pluck a long black hair from the top of her head.

Then he saw the Eastern Sinner carefully wrap the hair around the potted plant that looked as dead as could be.

The roots close to the soil were bound together with black threads in circles, giving it a somewhat desolate and tragic appearance.

—But the broadcasting demon still couldn't figure out what the sinner from the East wanted to do.

However, when the little devils and their family curiously gathered around the two sinners...

The black hair that was originally wrapped around the plants suddenly emitted a dazzling white light without warning.