Chapter 465 – Joyful(!) Lunchtime
What a fucking awful day.
I used insane amounts of genuine ingredients, yet I ended up with nothing.
Fatigue clung to my arms and waist, showing off its weight.
No matter how I looked at it, avoiding a deficit seemed quite difficult.
Moreover, there were still problems lingering.
They didn’t seem to intend to end it here.
“Husband, is there anything you want to eat? Just trust me!”
“Well, let me take a look.”
The greatest crisis of my life as an Owner Chef had come.
Still, I gathered my thoughts and spoke lightly.
Indirectly suggesting to be more composed.
“Koreans really eat a lot, like they’re about to burst. It’s quite amazing.”
I thought I might’ve misjudged my tone control, but…
There was no need to worry about that.
They pretended not to hear me.
Thanks to that, my mood got worse.
Now I was even willing to take drastic measures to reveal my identity.
“Just in case, I should tell you, I’m from Kyoto.”
However, they seemed either ignorant of Japan or simply uninterested.
They just stared blankly at each other with questions in their eyes.
“Kyoukyou, what does it mean to be from Kyoto?”
“It means they are a bunch of idiots who can’t say harsh words. www”
“Isn’t Kyoto near Mt. Fuji? I heard they do the Sapporo snow festival in Kyoto!”
“How smart of you to know about the Greater Japan Empire, you Ear Goblin! www”
And at that moment, my mind went hazy.
It’s all wrong, you dog bastards!
Please, just get one right!
Is that girl even Japanese?
But I swallowed my impulsive words down with the last bit of my patience.
If I lost my temper here, I couldn’t call myself from Kyoto.
Reacting to every silly thing they said would just tire me out.
But the moment I heard that man’s words…
“Being from Kyoto is just like being from Tokyo, right? They must have similarities.”
“Yeah, yeah, you little punk!”
My patience snapped and I blurted out.
Then I quickly managed my expression again.
It was indeed shameful for a Kyoto person to get angry at mere Koreans.
“Those two are… completely different.”
“Whatever.”
– Crunch!
I bit down hard on my teeth, holding back the rising anger, and smiled as I spoke.
Anyway, the original goal was to make them stop ordering.
“If you can eat, then go ahead and eat as much as you want. Take some of my funeral rice too.”
At this point, even the most dense Koreans should catch on.
That even a Kyoto person’s way of speaking would imply something.
It was a meaning of suggesting to eat just enough and get lost.
“Elcia, they say it’s okay to refill endlessly.”
“Hey, I want to try this too, is that possible?”
“It’s all good! Over there! Give me everything Jumbo!”
“Whoa, I thought you were trustworthy. www”
They totally didn’t get it.
This is dangerous.
Truly dangerous.
If this continues, there might even be a hearing about this later.
This time, I was reluctantly trying to refuse.
“Surely, this won’t be too hard for an Owner Chef, right?”
“Oh, no!”
Before that, the crazy Korean bastard burst in sharply.
“Kyoukyou, is every Japanese like this?”
“Only the Tokyo people are like that. www”
“Isn’t that person from Kyoto?”
“Anyway, as Shinwoo-chan said, they’re all the same. www”
The rest of those bastards were laughing as they added fuel to the fire.
There was no doubt they understood the Kyoto dialect and were just messing with me.
If not, they couldn’t tease like that.
And the moment I heard the last words of the pink Ear Goblin.
“You’re scared now!”
– Crunch!!!
I gritted my teeth as if I would break them to contain my anger.
Whether they knew how I felt or not, they kept blabbering about what they wanted.
“Please make it spicy and salty this time!”
“Make sure to add garlic.”
“Kyoukyou, tell them if they leave the wasabi off sushi, they’ll die.”
“They said they won’t spare you if you remove the wasabi. www”
“……Just wait a moment… I’ll bring it right away.”
Still, I decided to gladly accept their demanding requests.
Even if I was angry, I had the position of an Owner Chef.
However, I didn’t guarantee that it would be edible.
I piled on so many spices that they wouldn’t even be able to complain about the heat.
I loaded it with salt and garlic as they wanted.
And piled on the wasabi like it was a bomb.
As someone who makes food, that was an unforgivable act.
But for the Owner Chef, such things didn’t matter anymore.
I couldn’t hold back from messing with those Koreans.
‘How dare those Koreans…’
This was seen as the greatest evil only a Kyoto person could commit.
In reality, what I was making was far from food, just pure malice.
And now I had reached the point of justifying myself.
What’s wrong with justice punishing evil?
I was more than just a chef; I was a savior and pioneer of Japan.
Japan is always the victim, can’t just this once pay back those Koreans?
They ought to be grateful this is all it comes to.
A truly merciful euthanasia for the Koreans.
Finally, garbage disguised as food was completed.
The portions were so large that while delivering them multiple times, I cleverly swapped the timer.
It was the same design, but with a greatly increased speed compared to the original timer.
“Are you ready?”
“Of course!”
In the midst of being distracted by the food, I didn’t forget to start it beforehand.
I thought this would be enough to get back at them.
But this alone couldn’t appease my anger.
So I added a rule for them.
“Are you aware that if you leave food, you need to return all the food costs incurred until now?”
“Wait a second! That’s strange! There hasn’t been such a rule!”
But this wasn’t something forcefully added.
It was indeed written in the warning notice in the restaurant.
Only it was in invisible ink that could only be seen under UV light.
So, I was confident.
“No, it was there from the start. Do you perhaps have a slight memory problem?”
“Show me! It doesn’t exist!”
The moment the Japanese girl shined the UV sanitizer on the warning notice she pointed at.
Suddenly, a hidden small text began to emerge.
Of course, it was the same content as what I just mentioned.
“Look here. There’s a warning notice, right? Surely, you can read this much, can’t you?”
“This is cheating!”
There’s no use getting upset.
Shouldn’t they rather be grateful?
I never applied such rules to Japanese people.
I simply brought up this old decrepit rule now.
“Shinwoo, this tastes weird. Plus, there’s too much wasabi.”
“Do Japanese people really eat this way? It’s even too salty for me.”
“Oh, no! The citizens of the Greater Japan Empire would die if they ate this!”
Moreover, my efforts to mess with the food bore fruit.
There was no way this was something anyone could eat.
If this was tough even for the citizens of the Greater Japan Empire, how about for the primitive Koreans?
In the meantime, the timer was rapidly counting down.
At this rate, they wouldn’t finish in time.
Just as I was about to send them one final message…
“My mouth is too clean for such high-class food to gel with me—”
“Wasn’t great, but I enjoyed it!”
“……Huh…?”
An unbelievable scene replayed itself.
Even a sumo wrestler would have sworn he was full, yet…
The fact they devoured it all was simply unbelievable.
Especially since it wasn’t even food, but just trash!
Moreover, another nightmare of the Owner Chef was about to unfold.
Due to the crazy Ear Goblin wanting to order the same thing again.
“Please give me another of the last order!”
The Owner Chef began to pull his hair out at those words.
He couldn’t hold out unless he did that.
And it was obvious what was awaiting him in the future.
“…This is a hearing in the making… it really is a hearing…”
“I’ve never heard of such a meeting, and please give me that in Jumbo too!”
Of course, this Ear Goblin had no idea of his despondent feelings.
Ultimately, the Owner Chef arrived at the point of collapsing into his seat.
Muttering tear-soaked words repeatedly.
“I’m done. I’m finished… I’m ruined.”
But did this pink Ear Goblin still have any human emotion left in her?
Seeing his state, she covered her mouth, looking genuinely sorry.
“I’m really sorry.”
In a desperate situation, she faced a pure emotion crystallized.
The moment the Owner Chef thought he gained a small salvation from her look.
“Elcia, move your hand away.”
Suddenly, a man in a hood spoke up.
The pink-haired Ear Goblin withdrew her hand from her mouth.
And what appeared was an annoyingly smug smile.
Upon seeing that, the Owner Chef momentarily forgot his identity as a Kyoto person.
He slipped out a word he would never say for his whole life.
“Fuck.”
Thinking it would be awkward since it was the first time,
But even anyone could hear it was a wonderful and textbook-perfect Korean pronunciation.
