I open a restaurant in hell

Ah ~

A wonderful night...is about to begin~

At this time, the door of Dante's restaurant was repeatedly locked with iron chains from the inside. Mark sat at the dining table with a glass window, eating cookies, drinking milk, and observing the demons coming and going.

A demon started running at night, followed by six or seven demons. He was about to catch up with the leading demon. The demons behind him were holding walking sticks that were shorter but thicker than the boss and had a few nails on them for decoration. Several carried serrated knives.

I don’t know if it’s useful for cutting meat.

Mark thought this way, took a bite of the biscuit, drank a sip of milk and felt the delicious taste in his mouth.

The demon who was about to catch up behind him had a ferocious face, and seemed to be shouting and hysterical. However, due to the surprisingly good sound insulation, Mark seemed to be watching a silent pantomime, which was very funny.

In addition, Mark also saw couples touching each other's pockets, and drunkards helping each other walk.

There were also several motorcycles speeding by, stopping from time to time to look around, as if they were looking for something.

Mark looked at the stairs on the second floor and sighed softly.

"Hey... I really don't understand why the boss doesn't want to make money... I really want to touch the boss's tail and ears."

Mark fell into his own fantasy as he thought about it, blushing and giggling from time to time.

At this moment, I am in the toilet on the second floor.

"System! You're just a dick! Just look at it, you're still letting it out!"

[Yo ho! Urgent! What to do if you put it outside! If you have the ability, come in and watch with me! And I still want to thank you! If it is the same as yours! I do not care! You can't even play with that much! ]

Dante:………………

Dante became angry and looked at himself in the mirror without saying anything.

[not talking anymore? Mute? Hurt your self-esteem? ]

[Oh~~No wonder you didn’t find a girlfriend! ]

[Jacket! Pants! Small pants, grab them with both hands! What's missing? ]

[What do you guess it is? It’s jb! Hahahaha!]

The system laughed crazily. Now Dante's hand was tightly grasping the sink. Red mist kept coming out of his hand, and red cracks appeared on his gloves. The system didn't notice it, and neither did Dante.

Looking at himself wearing a mask in the mirror, he said in the gentlest tone: "Originally I didn't want to say this...bastard, listen, I can drink, I can pee, I can eat, I can poop, unlike You, you don’t have a mouth and you’re still babbling there.”

This time the system went silent. The red energy dissipated and merged. The gloves and sink returned to normal. Dante straightened his clothes and said to the mirror:

"Haha...you're stupid." I don't know if I'm talking about myself or this system.

The system thought it was talking about it, but it didn't dare to talk back for fear of being banned, so it had to draw some tearful comic strips in which headless but very strong humans bully the host. It had sound and could move even though it was very small.

dong dong dong!

Mark's voice came from outside the door accompanied by a knock on the door.

"There are a lot of customers gathered at the boss' door. They are all demons and not sinners... There is no customer here today... so I think..."

Mark spoke intermittently, while Dante continued to pretend to be silent.

"I was wondering...could you postpone your off-duty time for a few minutes?"

After Mark finished speaking, there was no movement at all. The golden pupils outside the door revealed hesitation and nervousness, and the little red hands were intertwined and then untied.

After a long time, a heavy sigh sounded from the door.

"Ugh……"

Mark, I really don’t understand why you love going to work so much.

Mark's heart suddenly tightened when he heard the sigh.

The toilet door was opened, and Dante came out. He still wore a mask and looked down at Mark slightly, and said in a calm tone:

"The opportunity to work overtime this week has been exhausted. Whether I agree or not next week depends on my mood."

Dante pulled his clothes down and walked towards the stairs.

Mark was confused. Shouldn't he be heading to the bedroom? Are you hungry? It seems that the boss didn't have lunch or even dinner.

"You have three chances a week and this is the last one."

Dante said as he walked downstairs.

Mark, who was still counting his fingers sadly and planning when to get up early and work overtime, turned his head in confusion.

The boss... agreed? The boss agreed! !

Mark quickly followed Dante's footsteps with a smile on his face.

"I made a promise first. If no demon comes in within 10 seconds after entertaining the demon waiting at the door, I will close the door immediately."

Mark followed him from the stairs to the kitchen with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, boss! Boss, haven't you eaten yet? I'll get biscuits and milk! I'll open the door after eating!"

Mark put the cookies and milk on the wheelchair and pushed them in. There were only 10 guests, but it was really a lot for Mark and Dante.

Will they be less patient if I eat slower?

Hehe, I am good or bad.

When the system heard this sentence, it immediately performed a brain examination on Dante.

The test result was very healthy.

The system didn't believe it, but the test results were right there, very healthy.

So Dante slowly ate cookies and drank milk for nearly 30 minutes.

Dante began to feel that something was wrong. It took so long without Mark coming to urge him.

Dante opened the back kitchen door a crack to peek at what was going on outside. Dante was dumbfounded.

"I am grass."

The smile on Mark's face became even bigger. The original 10 demons turned into more than 30 demons and they were still gathering at the door of the restaurant.

No, are you sick? Is there a promotion at the entrance of my restaurant? Get together one or two! And it happens to be night! What did you do early? ! I he*xx""%**"! !

Dante's eyes turned resentful as he looked at the demons gathered outside, wishing that a meteorite would hit them all and kill them all.

Then, as he looked around, he saw Mark looking at him, and he suddenly felt guilty and embarrassed.

Mark took off his mask, his eyes were blazing, he grinned with his white fangs exposed, and his eyes narrowed.

"Boss, have you finished eating? Can you start working overtime now? If you're not full, I'll get some more!"

Dante: I'm so lucky to have such a good employee like you...

Under Dante's gaze, Mark untied the iron chain that locked the door, and Dante accepted his fate and returned to the kitchen to wait for Mark to sign up for the dishes.

To be honest, Dante didn't make a menu. He just relied on Mark to dictate how delicious that dish was, how it tasted, and which dish had more portions.

The demons entered the restaurant one after another, and it suddenly became noisy, and Mark walked among the demons.

"Boss! One portion of egg fried rice! Middle plate!"

"Boss! One portion of potato stew! Medium plate!"

"Boss! A portion of stir-fried green beans! Mid-plate!"

"boss!…………"

Dante listened to Mark naming the dishes one after another and silently summoned [Gentleman] and put it aside. This was to deal with various emergencies.

"It seems that tonight... is destined to be a sleepless night."

As Dante took off his hat, his white cat ears twitched rapidly and rhythmically a few times. The milky white cat, who took off his coat and broke free, raised his tail and curved it like a small question mark.

As for the problem of being discovered by Mark, one morning when Dante was in a daze, he went out without wearing his hat and his tail. After that, as long as Dante didn't hide his tail or ears, Mark would definitely beg Dante to let him touch them. .

So far, Dante has only managed to touch his tail three times without his knowledge, and his ears always rejected him ruthlessly.

Dante took off the sleeves of his gloves and rolled them up. He skillfully took out the maid uniform from the system space and then separated the apron and put it on.

"Tsk."

Dante clicked his tongue, and every time he took out this suit of clothes, he could not help but think of some "good memories".

Then my body felt a chill.

"Boss!" Mark shouted.

"It's done, wait a minute!" Hearing Mark's urging, Dante shook his head, washed his hands and took out fresh ingredients from the refrigerator.

Dante switched the refrigerator at the front desk and the refrigerator in the kitchen. The refrigerator at the front desk is for food, and the refrigerator in the kitchen has an unlimited supply of ingredients, which is very convenient.

As for serving food, it was Mark who was responsible for it, not Dante's initiative.

The reason is because as soon as Dante comes out of the kitchen, the noisy restaurant becomes silent, as quiet as time has stopped.

Mark lamented the majesty of his boss.

But when Mark looked at Dante with his pleading and watery golden eyes, the so-called majesty suddenly disappeared.

So Dante, who was very dignified during the business period, was forced to stay in the back kitchen by Mark.

*

At this time, in the white van, the sinner demon Kerry frowned, still holding a telescope in his hand to observe the situation in the restaurant.

Amy, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had a color magazine covering her face, snoring and sleeping soundly.

"Hey! If something happens, he's open for business! Don't you know there's a dead devil next to the restaurant? Hey, silly Amy!" Kerry said while shaking Amy's arm on her head, and the magazine fell down but Amy didn't wake up.

Kerry swayed and shouted several times, but Amy just frowned, but still didn't wake up.

"You damn thing can sleep... You've only done it twice, are you so tired?" Thinking of this, Kerry was not only a little proud, but also the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"Oh, it's so bad." Kerry said, picking up the telescope again, but when he was about to turn his head to continue observing, he discovered Amy's tent that was slightly set up.

Kerry had an idea.

With a mean smile, Kerry raised his right thumb and pressed his middle finger, pointing directly at Amy's small tent. Amy howled, clutching her crotch, and her face twisted in pain as she woke up.

"Holy shit! Ugh! Damn you! Kerry! Are you mentally ill?" Amy's expression was still painful.

"You can't blame me. It's because you slept like a pig. I can't help it." Kerry still had that mean look on his face.

"Then it's not because of that!...Forget it, I'm not as familiar with my 20-minute colleague. The two times combined are only 20 minutes. If this gets out, your nickname must not change from Mad Dog to 20-minute." Ha ha ha ha!"

At this time, the tent was no longer so painful, and Amy seemed to have seen the scene, patting her thighs and laughing, not noticing that Kerry's face had changed, and she began to unbuckle his belt.

Soon, the white van danced in the night.

The sinner was humming a tune and heading towards Dante's restaurant.