Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 680 - 69: There’s Always Someone Whos Down to Earth!

Chapter 680: Chapter 69: There’s Always Someone Who’s Down to Earth!

Upon hearing Bolun’s request, the voice of the private butler carried a hint of hesitation.

“Master Bolun, the ‘Food and Drink Pavilion’ is not for sale,”

“Then make a high-priced offer!”

“Offer them so much they can’t refuse!”

Bolun said lightly.

Of course, he knew that the ‘Food and Drink Pavilion’ claimed to be not for sale, but what he was more aware of was that the so-called non-sale items were just a matter of not yet meeting the right price.

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Once the price was right, all ‘non-sale items’ would simply become ‘items for transaction.’

Or rather, there was nothing in the world that didn’t have a price.

But, you needed to know how to make the offer.

That was also recorded in his ancestor’s notes.

Bolun found it to make a lot of sense.

Just like at this moment.

He stood at the entrance of Antonio’s restaurant, looking towards the dark distance. The young man could be sure that under the cover of darkness, there must be a substantial number of ‘Mystical Side figures’ gathered there.

Why?

Simple, he was inviting Jason for a meal.

‘Ship Slayer’ Jason was in the restaurant right behind him.

And he?

Had been rejected, mocked, more than once by them.

What would happen when such a ‘small fry’ and clown like him sat down with a ‘big shot’ like the ‘Ship Slayer’?

They were worried he might do something concerning.

Grudge?

Resentment?

Nothing of the sort.

Bolun was very clear; his previous encounters were not the fault of these people.

He had brought it upon himself.

So, he wouldn’t take it out on these people.

Of course, he also had no right to take it out on them.

However, this didn’t mean he would do nothing.

Standing straight, Bolun raised his right hand, drawing a circle from his chin to above his head, then, with his other hand behind him, bowed nearly 90 degrees.

This was also one of the old rituals.

It symbolized an invitation, a thank you.

After doing all this, Bolun turned around and went back into Antonio’s restaurant.

He knew he didn’t need to do much.

The more he did, the more mistakes he would make.

Just a little was enough, the rest?

He would let those people take it from there!

Borrowing the tiger’s fierceness?

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No!

He preferred to call it ‘social etiquette.’

Social connections as a shield, to keep him safe.

Worldly wisdom as a sword, to lay his enemies low.

This was also a phrase left in his ancestor’s notes.

Although he didn’t know what his ancestor had done, Bolun was certain of one thing: his ancestor must have been an extremely qualified… no, an exceptionally excellent businessman.

Regardless of what happened in the end that forced his ancestor to live in seclusion here,

it didn’t interfere with his ancestor’s past successes.

And him?

He needed to replicate his ancestor’s success.

At the same time, he was determined to bury his ancestor’s name deep in his heart.

He didn’t know where his ancestor’s enemies were.

Nor was he clear about how powerful they might be.

Until he truly became powerful,

silence and secrecy would be his companions.

And after he had grown?

Secrecy would still be a lifelong code to follow.

Silence, however, would need a slight adjustment.

But that was a matter for the distant future, so far off that Bolun merely considered it a hypothetical, not something to truly contemplate.

Ding-ling-ling!

The sound of the wind chimes reached his ears as Bolun walked into the restaurant.

Once again, he saw Jason, who was full of passion for food, and his friend Emily, who had eaten too much and was now slumped in her chair.

“Bolun, how did it go?”

Emily asked, gasping for air.

Although, as a lady, she should control her appetite to maintain her figure, the food at Antonio’s was just too delicious, and she simply couldn’t resist, especially when watching Jason devour his meal with large bites. An unprecedented feeling of hunger filled her stomach, and before she knew it, she ended up overeating.

Moreover, more importantly, she realized how happy she felt right now!

The sensation of her stomach filled with food was extremely satisfying!

Even, she was already looking forward to the late-night snack.

What would it be?

It couldn’t be too sweet or too greasy.

Sweet would lead to weight gain.

But without the sweetness, the greasiness, would the food become unpalatable?

Emily furrowed her brows as she pondered this.

“Just wait for the news,”

Bolun said as he reached out and touched the top of Emily’s head.

The fluffy sensation was somewhat like touching a lamb with its fur puffed up after rain.

Bolun could more or less guess what Emily was thinking.

Emily wasn’t a complicated person.

And it was precisely for that reason they could become friends.

Friends, complementing each other, that’s the best, isn’t it?

After pulling out a chair, Bolun sat down and looked at Jason, who was gesturing to Antonio to keep the dishes coming, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.

Jason was the biggest eater he had ever seen.

For him, that wasn’t bad news.

At least this suggested that Jason probably truly enjoyed eating.

Even if it was a pretense, with such an appetite, he was probably too deep in to extricate himself.

When Bolun watched Jason once again begin to eat the dish that Antonio had brought over, despite previously restraining himself due to the plans in his heart, he couldn’t help his salivation.

Subconsciously, Bolun looked at his own plate.

There was a piece of steak on it.

Just one piece of steak.

The drink was plain water.

The steak had long since cooled off, but Bolun couldn’t resist picking up his knife and fork.

With the aid of the fork, the knife easily cut off a corner of the steak.

Sss!

A burst of hot steam suddenly emerged from the cut, and the rich aroma of the meat assaulted his senses, all of it entering Bolun’s nostrils.

Bolun involuntarily took a deep breath.