The Demon’s Menu

Chapter 645: Post-meal (2)

Chapter 645: Chapter 55 Post-meal_2

He could afford the price.

It’s just…

Tel looked at his good friend in confusion. It was only three ‘Warrior Pots,’ so why was he exhausted to this extent?

Could it be?

Suddenly, Tel thought of something.

He flashed his friend a smile that only men understand.

He finally knew why his friend had prepared fresh oysters.

"Tony, unnecessary effort is a waste!”

"For beginners, ‘The Hypnotist’s Tale’ that I’ve been following is pretty good, suitable for getting started.”

"Luckily, I have a collection of volumes 1-60, plus a special edition volume 2, and a commemorative edition volume 1!”

"If you want to read it, I’ll lend it to you.”

Tel stood up, slung an arm around Tony’s shoulder, and lowered his voice to start persuading his friend, a hint of inexplicable pride unconsciously appearing on his face.

In this state, Tel completely missed his friend’s countenance turning unsightly.

"I don’t need it.”

"I have decided to dedicate my life to the culinary arts.”

Tony stated with a righteous tone.

"Isn’t that a bit monotonous?”

"Life should be colorful, it needs to have some color!”

"And books, they are truly the best choice!”

Thinking his friend was just too shy to ask, Tel started convincing him, as if trying to lead his friend back to the right path, and then he slapped his forehead, saying, “Right, right, I have another recommendation! An even more classic choice for beginners than ‘The Hypnotist’s Tale’: ‘The Great Tale of Brother Cheng’!”

"Twenty portions!”

Tony interrupted Tel.

"What?”

Tel, who was thinking about which books to recommend to his friend, had not yet snapped back to the present.

"I said Lord Jason ate 20 portions.”

Tony reiterated.

"Impossible!”

"How could it be 20 portions?!”

Tel blurted out almost instinctively, then Tony nodded, correcting himself: “Hmm, I miscalculated, including the current portion, it’s 21.”

"Each ‘Warrior Pot’ sells for 3500, so 21 portions are a total of 73500.”

"Cash? Card?”

Tony looked at Tel seriously.

Perspiration started to ooze from Tel, and a feeling of complete weakness spread throughout his body.

"How much?”

His lips trembled as he asked.

“73500 in total.”

"Your share is on me, it’s already been comped.”

Tony added.

73500!

‘Clock Tower’ grants a stipend of 6000 per month.

‘Ground Reconnaissance Bureau’ salary per month is 6250 (base 3750, meal allowance 2000, transportation 500).

A single meal cost me half a year’s salary?

Equivalent to 20 sets of ‘The Hypnotist’s Tale’!

Or 10 complete sets of ‘The Great Tale of Brother Cheng’!

Also equivalent to 3 sets of the collector’s edition ‘Holy Bible of Light’!

As this number echoed in Tel’s ears again, his brain couldn’t help but crunch the numbers, and the more he counted, the more he shook, especially when he thought about how he could have bought so many books with that money, it was simply Jason’s one meal, Tel’s heart was bleeding. ȑᴀ𐌽ổᛒË𝐒

He regretted it so much!

Why did he have to blurt out a promise to treat Jason to a meal?

Almost subconsciously, Tel looked towards the two stacks of bills and the check in the corner of the table.

I wonder if I could…

"You said you’d treat me to a meal.”

"And these?”

"Are mine.”

Just as Tel was about to speak up, Jason put down the ‘Warrior Pot,’ stuffed the two stacks of bills and the check into his pocket.

At this, Tel could only offer a wry smile, with no objection.

Just as Jason had said, these were indeed Jason’s.

Because, if it hadn’t been for Jason, he definitely would have returned those two stacks of bills and the check to those two young men, and he would have been deceived by them.

"This is what you deserve.”

Tel replied, and without waiting for Jason to say anything, Tel went on, “Lord Jason, please go ahead, Tony and I need to talk about something, I’ll come find you afterwards at John’s place in the suburbs.”

Jason, who had been planning to ask Tel if he needed to borrow money, didn’t speak up after seeing Tel’s demeanor.

"Thanks for the hospitality.”

Jason said to Tony, speaking with earnest appreciation.

Tony’s culinary skills had satisfied him, especially the portion size of the ‘Warrior Pot,’ which made him very happy.

"You’re welcome to come again.”

Tony felt happy as well.

Even though he was exhausted at the moment, meeting a diner like Jason made him feel invigorated—cooking for Jason allowed him to recognize his own shortcomings.

Physical strength!

His physical strength was too poor!

And that was what he had been searching for, yet overlooked.

Now, he finally found it.

As long as he strengthened this aspect, Tony was confident that he could take his cooking to the next level.

So, Tony sent Jason outside the restaurant, and only after watching Jason leave did he turn back.

At that moment, Tel stood there with a serious face.

After Jason left, he was finally ready to face the biggest dilemma of his life.

"Tony, are we friends?”@@novelbin@@

Tel asked.

"Yes.”

"And one of the few good ones.”

"But even brothers settle accounts clearly.”

Tony answered just as seriously.

"Can I run a tab?”

Tel asked again with seriousness.

"Small business, no credit.”

Tony replied with an unchanged expression.

"Then do you accept collateral?”

"I’ll use my most expensive set of ‘Reconnaissance Officer’ as collateral, don’t worry I will

"Go wash dishes.”

Tel’s words were cut off, as Tony looked at his friend and said lightly.

Then, without paying any more attention to his friend, he headed straight for the kitchen.

Whew!

Tel took a deep breath and immediately followed his friend into the kitchen.

If it’s washing dishes, then it’s washing dishes!

At least, he wouldn’t have to part with his “Reconnaissance Officer.”

Of course, some questions still needed to be asked.

"How long do I need to wash dishes?”

"Two years, I guess.”

"What?”

"Aren’t we friends?”

"It’s because we are friends that I’m allowing you to repay the meal money this way, and I have already calculated your hourly wage above the market rate, if you are not satisfied, you can go and borrow from Mr. Jason

"No need, I’ll go wash dishes.”

Tony looked at his friend in surprise, seemingly not understanding why his friend was reluctant to borrow money.

"Men are romantic creatures, they’d rather grit their teeth and endure than ask to borrow, I am a real man, I choose my romance.”

With words that sounded almost like a vow, Tel strode into the kitchen with a majestic air, like a warrior marching to the battlefield.

Tony watched from behind, smiled, and shook his head slightly.

Why had he become friends with Tel?

Because, he understood the ‘romance’ that Tel was talking about.

Or rather…

Perseverance was more like it.

"I also have to intensify the honing of my cooking skills,” Tony murmured to himself.

When it comes to perseverance, everyone has their own understanding.

Tel was like that.

Tony was like that.

Jason?

He was no exception.

After feasting at Tony’s restaurant, he began searching for other food on ‘Memory Street.’

Of course, ‘Memory Street’ was not limited to just Tony’s restaurant.

At least on the way there, Jason had seen two others.

One of these two seemed like a small tavern, the other a barbecue shop.

Jason first patronized the barbecue shop.

The ingredients and condiments were very good, extremely fresh, but for Jason, who had just experienced Tony’s cooking, the skills here were somewhat ordinary.

Having spent a stack of money, Jason left the barbecue shop and came to the front of the small tavern.

Even though the door was closed, he could smell the rich aroma of alcohol and the mingling scent of food.

A tavern generally has snacks to accompany the drinks.

When it comes to alcohol, Jason remained cool-headed.

But the snacks?

Jason liked them a lot.

Just as Jason reached out to push the door open, the noise from behind the tavern door suddenly disappeared.

Silence!

The abrupt silence contrasted sharply with the bustling atmosphere of ‘Memory Street.’

A bizarre aura began to spread.

Jason’s mouth curled slightly, and with a gentle push of his palms.

Creak.

The door, opened.