"Don't add the seasoning yet! Put in the eggs and noodles first." "The eggs in this noodle dish need one 'flying' and one 'sleeping'~" In the kitchen, thick with the stench of blood, the small boy Leo held his head high, forcing himself to calmly command the Meat-Mountain female chef. His eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, while his mouth feigned maturity: "Move faster, don't you even know how to do this?" He was tense to the point of snapping—in an environment where he could become dinner at any moment, every sentence was a dance on the blade's edge. But he had to maintain this arrogant, talent-reliant posture. Because if you want to remain unpredictable, you have to put on an act. When you're out in the world, your status is whatever you say it is!
He kept rambling about professional-sounding procedures, but out of the corner of his eye, he stared dead at the messy pile of jars and bottles in the kitchen, searching for the veterinary aphrodisiac mentioned in the intel. Right now, he could only rely on intelligence and bluffing to survive—since the Blue Intel was already proven effective, the Pink Intel must be real. [Pink Grade E: Because you have come into contact with the 'Otherworldly Witch' Tifa today, you have obtained intelligence— In order to ensure ingredients are cooked in a state of peak euphoria, the hotel kitchen stocks veterinary-grade aphrodisiacs, which can temporarily neutralize the powerful sedatives in Tifa's body.] Next, he just needed to get the fat woman to add the vet drugs to the instant noodles, and then find an excuse to feed it to Tifa...
In front of the stove, Although the Meat-Mountain chef looked suspicious, she was bluffed by the boy's overflowing confidence. She hesitatingly retracted her murderous aura, and while squeezing the layers of fat on her neck, she asked in a low voice: "...One flying, one sleeping? What's the logic behind that?" "You don't even know that?" Leo snapped back, feigning disdain as if looking at an idiot. "You can't even do your day job right, all you think about is little puppies!" "You are a classic case of sexual repression!" "You're too repressed!"
The knuckles of the fat woman's hand clenched around the ladle cracked, but facing the boy's ridicule, she could only suppress her anger and squeeze out a fake smile. She narrowed her small eyes to size Leo up, feeling that this kid wasn't simple. With such tender skin and flesh, could he be a young master who ran away from the Inner City? While she was thinking this, the handsome boy spoke again with unhurried arrogance: "'Flying' means when the noodles are boiling, you scramble the egg into the soup." "'Sleeping' means you drop a whole egg in, but it can't be fully cooked, it must be sunny-side up with a runny yolk." "Flying is fully cooked, sleeping is half-cooked; two textures of egg satisfied at once."
After speaking, he nodded solemnly, not even looking at her reaction. Cooking noodles with two eggs... he felt that should be considered luxurious enough... Regardless, he had to make this fat woman add the potent veterinary drug to the noodles. The Meat-Mountain woman thought for a moment. It seemed to make a little sense. Leo pressed his advantage, "Fish them out now! Remember, they aren't allowed to be fully cooked—especially the noodles, they need to have a bit of a hard bite to them." Although the Meat-Mountain chef slowly followed his orders, she suddenly asked: "Why can't I just boil them until they're soft?"
The cute boy glanced sideways at her massive body, then looked meaningfully at the rounded lower curves of Tifa's chest, speaking to Tifa with a heartbroken expression: "Look, this is typical 'flaunting repression'! Too impatient!" Tifa frowned slightly, remaining silent. She didn't understand, but she was greatly shocked... Leo glanced at the "Southern Hemisphere" which, although trembling slightly with Tifa's breathing, still didn't reveal the cherry-pink slip he was hoping for. He was a bit disappointed. The brief respite was over, the crisis wasn't resolved, so he had to keep acting. "What do you know? The hot soup will soak the hard noodles to the perfect degree. If you serve them fully cooked, they'll turn into mush. How could the texture possibly be good then?!"
The Meat-Mountain woman was slightly startled. Her small eyes within the slits of fat looked at Leo with a bit more appreciation. "Not bad. Is this how you high-society people eat noodles?" Leo was speechless. What high society eats instant noodles every day? Besides, there is no high society, it's all just "low" society. "Next, pour in the high-quality stock, add the seasoning, and then slice up two plates of the best ham and sausage." "Neither the stock nor the sausage is allowed to be human meat!" After all this setup, only the most important step remained: adding the vet drugs and feeding Tifa.
The Meat-Mountain fat woman's gaze turned suspicious and scrutinizing again, as if the boy had said something treasonous. Did I say something wrong? In the silence, Leo's heart pounded wildly. "Being a picky eater isn't good. In my restaurant, you can't survive without eating humans~" The small eyes in the flesh crevices stared straight into Leo's. After a cold sneer, "Fine, I'll humor you." The Meat-Mountain woman turned around and continued working. "..." Leo breathed a sigh of relief.
Tifa bit her cherry lip lightly, quietly swallowing a mouthful of her own nectar. "This... is enough, isn't it? It's too luxurious..." Tifa, who lived frugally in her original world, hadn't eaten a single bite since inexplicably traveling here yesterday. "Not~ enough~" "Far from enough~" Leo curled the corners of his lips. Tifa's reaction was a pleasant surprise; the plan might go much smoother later. "Oh? Not enough? What else is missing?" The Meat-Mountain woman, currently slicing sausage, turned her head with oppressive force. Leo looked her in the eye and said calmly: "Heh, a main course needs a staple food. If you have instant noodles, you need dry goods too, right? Do you have biscuits? If not, get some bread to arrange with the sliced sausage."
Soon, a bowl of exquisite instant noodles and a plate of sausage and bread were presented before him. "Carbs on carbs, isn't that too..." Tifa finally couldn't resist the temptation and swallowed another mouthful of saliva, whispering worriedly. "Shut up! Don't interrupt when two gourmets are talking!" Leo immediately cut her off! "Cut open her white tank top! Otherwise, I'll get angry and the meat won't taste good!" Tifa's sentence almost collapsed his entire logic chain! If the fat woman realized what was happening, there probably wouldn't even be meat scraps left of him or her...
"You, you! How could you!" Tifa's pretty face instantly flushed red. She finally realized that the cute boy's occasional glances were actually looking at her chest. She thought he had some escape plan... This naturally evil, horny brat! She was about to speak, but Leo was quick to block her again. "Don't speak! If you interrupt again, I'll add your stockings to the noodles!" In his urgency, he slipped up, so he immediately added: "No! Take off her stockings and gag her with them! She's so annoying!"
Unexpectedly, the Meat-Mountain chef revealed a wicked, sadistic grin. She wobbled over to Tifa and, with great effort, squatted down her bloated body with a loud thud. "You heard him. The little cutie specifically asked for your stockings in the noodles." Leo froze. Crap! Squatting on the ground, the female chef—like a mountain of lard—ignored Tifa's struggles and deftly pulled off one boot and the over-the-knee black stocking. During the struggle, the "Southern Hemisphere" bounced violently like two round water balloons in the intense upheaval. The great beauty Tifa gradually froze, unable to understand what this fat woman was trying to do.
At this moment, one of her smooth, long, fair, and tender legs was exposed to the air, gazing from afar at the other leg still clad in sheer black silk—a provocative, asymmetrical beauty leaped before his eyes. The small, jade-like foot stripped of its stocking was crystal clear, skin like snow, with five pink toes curling slightly, as tense as ripe grapes. Every curve, every detail made it impossible to look away—even Tifa, usually so composed, felt shy and panicked under Leo's gaze. Tifa, whose small mouth was now gagged with her own stocking, looked at him with a face full of grievance and shyness.
The Meat-Mountain woman ignored the two of them. She used her knife to slice off the high top of Tifa's red leather boot, fashioning it into a "lunchbox." After the black stocking was stretched open and stuffed into the shoe, she poured the instant noodles and stock into it all at once. The stock flowed into the shoe, the noodles were caught by the black silk and soaked in the soup. A "box" of "Black Silk Lo Mein" was thus created. "Guest, your noodles are ready~" Leo was speechless. This crazy woman is f*cking sick! While he was thinking of a countermeasure, the unique "lunchbox" containing the "Black Silk Lo Mein" was slowly brought before him.
A refreshing mixed floral scent wafted over. It seemed to contain the gentle fragrance of jasmine, the intense vitality of tuberose, the warm bitterness of orange blossom, and the aroma of instant noodles. However, Leo didn't have the time to appreciate this right now; he had to react immediately! He had to find another way to break Tifa's crowd control status! But at this moment, the Meat-Mountain chef piled her face with a menacing smile, revealing her yellow, rotting, disgusting teeth. She picked up a few strands of noodles with a fork and brought them to his mouth. "Eat it!" Did the troll army invade?!
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