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"Sorry, I'm a lolicon."
Amamiya Natsuki's voice rang out.
The other customers in The Store looked over with strange expressions.
Noticing the gazes, Juju's little face quickly flushed, and she lowered her head to look at her toes, then grew increasingly annoyed the more she thought about it.
She was just a little short, so why was she an elementary school student?!
"Oh my~" The kimono-clad woman's face revealed an amused smile, "I didn't realize, little brother, that your type was actually elementary school student."
"...I'm a high school student!"
Juju couldn't help but look up and retort, biting her silver teeth lightly, her face red as she hugged Amamiya Natsuki's arm, "I'm a year older than him, I'm his senpai!"
"What a pity." The kimono-clad woman sighed lightly, her tone regretful, "I originally planned to take you home to do happy things, but it seems that won't be possible now."
After speaking, the woman took out a stack of banknotes from her bag, her voice lazy: "I'm very satisfied with today's Dark Cuisine. The rest of the money is for your tip."
"Satisfying customers is a chef's duty."
Amamiya Natsuki bowed, taking the banknotes with both hands.
If someone was willing to give a tip, he naturally wouldn't refuse.
He hadn't expected the kimono-clad woman to be a rich lady.
After deducting The Store's consumption, the remaining tip was still over ten thousand Yen.
Amamiya Natsuki couldn't help but recall the recruitment notice he had seen at the entrance earlier; the hourly wage for a regular waiter was only seven hundred Yen. After all, it was a desolate town with a sparse population, so a low hourly wage was normal.
Now, by making one dish of Dark Cuisine, he had received over ten thousand Yen in tips...
Amamiya Natsuki suddenly understood why everyone loved rich ladies.
Because it was simply too good!
"The money is strange..."
Juju looked over curiously, murmuring softly.
The banknotes were quite old, as if they were old-version paper money from the last century, no longer in circulation on the market. She had only seen them when she was a child, which was why she had a vague impression.
Amamiya Natsuki looked at the banknotes in his hand for a few seconds, his expression normal, then turned and walked to the counter, handing the banknotes to the owner.
The old man, the owner, counted them once, put half into the cash box, and handed the other half of the banknotes to Amamiya Natsuki, his voice gentle:
"Toriko-san, your cooking skills are excellent. From now on, you are The Store's specially appointed chef."
"Thank you, owner."
Amamiya Natsuki thanked him politely, then turned and walked over to the kimono-clad woman who was about to leave.
"Hmm~" The kimono-clad woman's voice was lazy, her kimono still damp, and a bead of sweat still hung from the hair at her forehead, "Does the little brother have something else?"
"Today's dark ingredients were a bit ordinary; my cooking skills only performed at seventy to eighty percent." Amamiya Natsuki smiled, "Miss Sakurako, if you have fresh ingredients, you can come again, and I will make even more delicious Dark Cuisine for you."
The kimono-clad woman's eyes lit up, and she asked expectantly:
"It can actually be even more delicious?"
"Of course." Amamiya Natsuki gave a thumbs up, boasting, "I am a gourmet by hobby."
Leaving home, in a foreign place, what is the most important thing?
Connections.
Connections!
It's about damn connections!
As for how to build connections, of course, it's by catering to their preferences.
"Then it's a deal." The kimono-clad woman's face showed an expectant smile, and she extended her tongue, lightly licking her lips, "I'm really looking forward to it."
"..."
To be honest, Amamiya Natsuki liked species that could communicate the most.
Whether it was a vengeful spirit or a monster, as long as it could communicate, it meant that the other party possessed intelligence.
When intelligence exists, desire inevitably exists.
Once there is desire, things become much easier to handle.
For example, the kimono-clad woman in front of him, with a face growing on the back of her head, was definitely not human; she might be a kaitai, a vengeful spirit, a monster, or something else.
Did it matter?
It didn't matter at all.
This woman's appetite was quite strong; as long as he grasped her appetite, there was no need to be afraid at all. He could even chat and laugh happily with her, communicating joyfully.
"Miss Sakurako, I want to ask you for a favor."
Amamiya Natsuki said his true intention with a smile.
"Hmm~ What?"
"My companion and I got separated in the town." Amamiya Natsuki said without changing his expression, "If possible, could I trouble Miss Sakurako to help?"
The kimono-clad woman frowned slightly, the smile on her face disappearing, and she said calmly:
"You should know, I can't help you."
"I understand." Amamiya Natsuki nodded. Photographing kaitai was the main quest of the game, so it was naturally impossible for the kimono-clad woman to go against the game rules, or rather, it was just Dark Cuisine, not hypnotic cuisine, so she couldn't command Miss kaitai to fight. "You just need to tell me where they are, and I'll go find them myself."
The kimono-clad woman nodded in agreement: "That's no problem."
Helping to fight other kaitai was impossible, but just revealing some information was fine.
Amamiya Natsuki continued:
"Miss Sakurako, if you have other friends, you can bring them over to taste the Dark Cuisine together."
The kimono-clad woman crossed her arms, her tone growing cold:
"I don't have any friends."
Amamiya Natsuki smiled: "That's even better."
"Huh?"
The kimono-clad woman looked over in surprise, and Juju also had a puzzled expression.
That's even better... what did that mean?
No friends, all alone, how was that better?
"You can promote my status as a specially appointed chef." Amamiya Natsuki pointed to the dark chef badge on his collar, his expression composed, "For every guest you bring, you can get an extra commission, and of course, there's a share for the owner uncle... Owner, what do you think?"
The owner uncle was grilling teppanyaki, and upon hearing this, he slowly replied: "I think it's fine."
Juju: "..."
Watching Amamiya Natsuki and the kimono-clad woman discuss commissions, Juju felt like her head couldn't wrap around it.
What about the horror game that was promised?
How did it feel like it had turned into a simulation management game?
Looking up at Amamiya Natsuki's head, Juju vaguely saw a few words: Despicable Outsider!
"Well then, happy cooperation."
The kimono-clad woman waved her hand and left The Store with a smile.
Amamiya Natsuki exhaled lightly, then looked at Juju beside him and instructed:
"Don't just stand there, clean up the table."
Juju: "..."
Helpless, Juju could only puff out her cheeks and obediently start cleaning the dining table.
Her gaze fell on the chair Miss Sakurako had sat on, and Juju was startled.
So, so much water!
The entire chair was wet.
Juju's face turned red, and she pressed her pink lips together, taking a cleaning towel to wipe the water stains off the chair. A sudden impulse arose in her mind.
Just how delicious was that Dark Cuisine to make someone completely drenched?
If she were to eat it... what would happen?
After imagining for a while, Juju's little face quickly became hot, and she unconsciously squeezed her legs together.
No eating!
Absolutely cannot eat!
At the same time.
Amamiya Natsuki walked back to the fish tank.
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