roccoschili Chapter 526: Didn’t you recognize me?
Chapter 526: Didn’t you recognize me?
It turned out that he came to cause trouble because the drink tasted so bad.
The little bit of arrogance that I had just built up was instantly extinguished like a flame being poured with a bucket of water.
"My dear guest," I blinked quickly, tried to struggle, and said with a hopeful heart, "The drinks I made are not so unpalatable."
"Did you mix this?" He raised his eyebrows, and then said bluntly, "No wonder it tastes so bad."
"But when your brother came to buy it, I gave it to you for free." I was a little unconvinced when I heard him say that.
Because I was happy that someone had the foresight to recognize the gem, I gave it to him for free without hesitation, but in the end he still came to me to cause trouble.
“Tsk.” The two-meter-tall man curled his lips in disdain. “Thanks to you, I learned a painful lesson. Free things are the most expensive. Now I finally know.”
"Also, he is not my younger brother." He glanced back and said, "This is my junior, remember that."
......Although it is wrong for me to judge people by their appearance, but looking at the way he follows you closely and calls you "sir" all the time, it doesn't matter whether he is a younger brother or a junior.
"So what do you want now?" I said, "If you want compensation..."
"Wait a minute." He raised his hand to interrupt me, put the milk tea in his hand into his mouth and took another sip, then frowned and said, "Sure enough, it tastes terrible."
Do you have to call that person over and humiliate him in front of me to feel satisfied?
"Just now, I roughly tasted your so-called rose herbal drink." He squinted his eyes and said slowly, "There are a lot of unknown things added in it."
"Dried and mashed red rose petals, kale, half a mashed avocado and broccoli juiced into juice. Add two squeezes of lemon juice and half a teaspoon of sugar."
Not only did he get all the drink recipes I prepared right, but he even described the exact amount of lemon juice to drip in. This person's mouth... is so horrible!
"How did you taste it..." I asked with wide eyes, "A professional gourmet or a chef?"
"Don't be so shocked," he said. "I want to ask you, is this something you feed humans? It's more like feed for cows."
"Putting this stuff in my mouth is no different than murder."
Me: “…Murder or something, that’s too much.”
After all, I was using super fresh and healthy ingredients, and he was standing right in front of me, right?
"If I had drunk two more sips, I would have died right here on the spot."
"You were the one who took the drink and drank it. It's a bit unreasonable to ask for payment now." At this moment, another woman's voice suddenly came from behind me.
I think it's a very nice sound.
It was plain but with a slightly hoarse tone, like someone playing the cello solo while sitting on a bench in a park in the dim evening.
It seems a bit familiar.
I turned around and the first thing I saw was her clothes.
She wore a light-colored long trench coat on the outside, a dark blue-purple top lining on the inside, and a black and red mid-length skirt on the bottom. The complex patterns were entwined and climbed in the layers of folds, like the flowing colors of fish on the seabed illuminated by moonlight.
Then, there is the long dark brown hair, the slightly thin face, and the obvious teardrop mole under the eye. She is probably around 27 or 28 years old, with her hands in her pockets and her head slightly tilted back. She exudes a mysterious and uninhibited temperament - so beautiful.
I don’t know how to put it, but I think this girl is really beautiful…
"You can smell it just by moving your nose, but you have to drink it and taste it." Facing the two-meter-tall burly man, she still did not back down and said, "Isn't this your own choice?"
"......." The pink-haired man stared at her for two seconds, then narrowed his eyes and said, "Ah, I was wondering who it was, it turned out to be you."
They...know each other?
"Yeah, it's me, what's the problem?" she replied calmly.
"No, nothing. I just think you're pretty brave." The pink-haired man replied calmly, "You dare to provoke me like this, aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago." The woman looked sideways at the beverage store sign behind me and said, "Since you didn't do it, doesn't that explain everything?"
"But I think that since you didn't spend a penny, the stuff is already in your hands, you've already opened it, you've already drunk it, and now you're coming here to ask for compensation, it's a bit wrong. After all, it's free stuff."
“Hmph.” The man snorted in disdain, and his reddish-brown pupils turned back to me. “Hey, woman, I don’t want compensation. You can’t afford it anyway.”
Me: ...What a big tone.
"But I'll give you a piece of advice," he said. "Run your store well and don't waste food. Otherwise, if I get upset one day, I might come over and kill you."
"Rime, let's go."
"Yes, Sukuna-sama."
They just left.
Three seconds later, I stood there like a fool, unable to move my fingers. After a long while, I finally managed to pull back the flying soul.
"He...you...me." I pointed randomly at his back, then at the woman in front of me, and finally at myself, stammering, "No, he, he...he...he!"
It's over. I can't even utter a complete sentence.
"Yes, it's just what you heard."
The woman glanced at the figure that disappeared behind the trees, then looked away and gave me a faint smile: "The one who walked away is Ryomen Sukuna, and the cold guy following him is his follower Rimei."
"No." I couldn't hold it in any longer, opened my mouth and asked, "That person is really Ryoumen Sukuna!"
It's the Curse King! He killed almost all of Heian-kyō a thousand years ago, and he's lived for thousands of years. Each of his fingers is a special cursed item, and he can destroy an area just by raising his hand!
Why would he appear in front of my store so casually and complain that the drinks I made were unpalatable?
The horror of this incident is comparable to meeting an elementary school student wearing a blue top and glasses while on vacation!
Am I being targeted by him now?
However, the plot in which a person is warned by the Cursed King to have death flags stuck all over his body just because of his poor craftsmanship is too outrageous!
I took a deep breath, tried to stay rational, and said, "Is it possible that he was just cosplaying, or that you saw it wrong?"
"Didn't Principal Nightmoth say that he died nineteen years ago?"
He has been dead for longer than I have been alive!
"Although I don't know what's going on." She took out a lollipop from her pocket and put it in her mouth, crumpled up the cellophane and threw it into the trash can next to her, and said casually, "But, Principal Ye Moth's intelligence has always been inaccurate."
"Maybe it's because I've become an old man, and my thinking is a little slow, so you don't have to worry about it."
Me: “........” Any middle-aged person in their forties or fifties would burst into tears when hearing what you said.
Also, how can I not care? My life is really turning into a high-risk comic!
“But—” The woman stretched out the tone, a deep meaning appeared in her eyes. She looked at me and asked with a smile, “By the way, did you really not recognize who I am?”