Demon hunter s Cooking Manual

Chapter 690: Chapter 72: Midnight Snack, the Most Delicious!_2
 

“Only ‘boiled eggs’ have reached the Master level?”

Jason couldn’t help but guess.

And then, his guess was confirmed.

Another dish was brought up, a steamed crab, and this time, Melody did not leave after setting down the dish but “opened” the crab shell, revealing golden-yellow rice in front of Jason.

“Fresh yellow mixed rice!”

Melody announced the name of the dish.

Then, she turned around and brought Jason a cup of ginger tea.

The extremely fresh taste of eggs enveloped the rice.

A very special sense of fullness began to emerge, and even Jason couldn’t help but chew a few more times before swallowing.

Almost simultaneously as he swallowed, Jason picked up his spoon and continued to dig in.

After three or four bites, only scattered remnants of food remained in the crab shell.

And Jason did not waste any.

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The spoon and crab shell kept rubbing, as Jason carefully scooped all the rice and broth coated with crab roe into the spoon before gulping it down.

He squinted his eyes.

Continuing to savor the delicious taste.

The food was delicious, but still, no sense of satiety appeared.

Although this made Jason feel a tinge of disappointment, it was only a tinge.

Because the food was truly delicious.

The next dish was scallops.

It was served on a plate even larger than the one used for ‘boiled eggs’, and it only had one large scallop on it. When Melody lifted the scallop shell, Jason was surprised to find that it was actually a ‘seafood soup’.

There was no scallop meat in the shell.

Only broth!

The clear broth was like water, especially shimmering under the light.

He scooped up a spoonful.

A faint taste of seafood and pepper.

And a hint of ginger.

It perfectly diluted the crab flavor from before.

“A mouthwash-like sweet soup?”

Jason thought to himself as he spooned up the soup.

Doing so was naturally tiring.

In the end, Jason chose to use his hands.

Ignoring the scalding heat of the scallop, he lifted it directly and tilted his head back.

Gulp, gulp.

The feeling of drinking large mouthfuls immediately made Jason feel much more comfortable.

Then, Melody struggled over with a large box.

The box was squarely shaped, about half as tall as a person.

As soon as it approached, a scorching heat assailed him, with a layer of charcoal crackling at the bottom and layers of beef, lamb, and chicken aroma unfurling with the steam.

“Braised roast delicacies.”

Melody opened the lid of the box.

Suddenly, the food inside the steamer basket appeared in front of Jason.

The beef was on the far left, cut from a piece of prime steak.

The lamb was a complete rack, each rib distinct.

The chicken was a whole bird with its head removed and cut into pieces.

Braised roast?

Jason looked at the charcoal fire below, glanced at the boiling water in the middle, then turned his gaze to Melody.

He saw braise.

Roast?

He was expectant.

Jason’s anticipation was not in vain.

The middle layer containing water was directly removed.

The charcoal fire roasted the meat directly.

And that wasn’t all; as Melody poured fats into it,

Whoosh!

A flame soared into the air, about a meter high.

“Please enjoy!”

Melody said, turning to return to the kitchen to continue bringing out the next dish.

Jason waited patiently, watching the flames that were still blazing.

When food was present, Jason’s patience became extremely contradictory.

He had an instinctive eagerness, yet his reason told him to wait a little longer for an even better taste.

This contradiction tormented Jason.

It also made the food increasingly delicious.

The subsequent dishes of steamed ham with trout, lobster tofu, steamed egg with ham, sea-salted frosted beef riblets, traditional pudding, caramel cheesecake, low-fat soufflé, and so on,

All provoked this same feeling in Jason.

When the last dish, ice cream, was served, Jason, stirring the tricolored ice cream balls with his spoon, had a smile of delight on his face.

“Nothing beats the happiness of a midnight snack!”

Jason said so.

“Mm-hmm, mm-hmm!”

Emily nodded vigorously beside him.

This time, the young girl slumped back into her chair again.

Of course, she had eaten more than just ‘boiled eggs’.

Seeing Jason enjoy his meal, she requested a small portion for herself.

And the result?

I’ve overstuffed myself once again.

“Thank you for having me.”

After Jason finished the last bit of his meal, he said to Bolun.

“It’s my pleasure,”

“You’re welcome to come back anytime.”

Bolun replied with a smile.

“Let me know when you have ‘boiled eggs’ again,”

Jason said as he picked up the ‘Street of Remembrance’ compensation and walked towards the exit.

After sampling all the dishes, Jason wanted to have a few more ‘boiled eggs,’ but alas, Melody informed him that they were only available three times a month, and he would have to wait until next month to have them again.

To this, Jason was a bit surprised, but then he let it go.

Such top-tier ingredients understandably had to be rare.

“Of course.”

Bolun got up to see him off.

Emily, slumped in her chair and unable to get up, could only wave goodbye to Jason.

As a waitress, Melody naturally escorted Jason to the door.

“Sir Jason, please forgive my earlier rudeness.”

At parting, Melody bowed in apology.

After seeing Jason easily consume over a dozen dishes, Melody knew she had been impolite.

This customer had truly been capable of eating everything.

And not just gobbling it down mindlessly.

He could discern the quality of food.

Having seen many patrons, Melody could read everything from a diner’s expression.

Jason genuinely loved food.

For such a diner, Melody was very welcoming.

Jason smiled and waved his hand in response.

A delicious late-night meal had already made him forget the earlier displeasure.

Besides, he had never really been angry.

“Did you like the ‘boiled eggs’ before?”

Melody asked him one more question.

“Yes.”

“It was my first time eating such special boiled eggs,”

“I’m looking forward to tasting them again.”

Jason spoke truthfully.

Suddenly, Melody’s face turned red.

“I, I will reserve them for you,”

She stuttered out.

“Thank you.”

Jason sincerely thanked her and nodded to Bolun again before heading towards the parking lot in front of ‘Street of Remembrance,’ where the car he had borrowed from McCaul was parked.

Bolun and Melody watched Jason until he was completely out of sight before returning to the restaurant.

“Melody, arrange two rooms for Emily and me,”

Bolun said as he rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up the tableware.

Without any objection.

Though a bit unfamiliar, Bolun was quite serious about it.

Watching Bolun’s diligent efforts, Melody nodded.

“Okay.”

Melody turned and walked down the corridor.

“I’ll help.”

Emily, who had been resting for quite a while, struggled to stand up.

“You rest.”

“Spend more time with those two notebooks.”

“For a considerable time in the future, they will be the foundation of our livelihood.”

Bolun declined with a smile.

“Okay.”

Emily immediately nodded seriously.

Bolun continued to tidy up the dishes and got acquainted with the restaurant’s three chefs when he brought them into the kitchen.

When Bolun came out of the restaurant, Emily had already fallen asleep in her chair.

Next to her was the open notebook.

The notebook was open; Emily had fallen asleep while reading it.

It wasn’t that Emily didn’t understand the importance of the notebook; she was just too tired.

Lately, anxiety and fear had been tormenting the girl.

At this moment, with all the negative emotions dissipated, the girl fell asleep.

Bolun smiled, covered Emily with his coat, and then gently pulled out the notebook, holding it along with the ‘Leviah Notebook’ in his hands.

He sat down in a nearby chair.

Quietly flipping through them.

Emily could relax now.

He, not yet.

At least not right now.

But compared to the nervousness a few hours ago, things were much better now.

‘Silver’s Glory’ Hunter, quite a good choice, wasn’t it?

This young man, half-leaning in the chair, murmured to himself—

“The path, it has been found!”

“Next is to double the efforts!”