Becoming the Guide of the Mysophobic Villain? Absolutely Not! - Chapter 49
“This, just what the fu…”
“Then sit down.”
“Gasp, okay!”
I sat down faster and more humbly than anyone else.
Of course, not opposite Claude, but at a table next to him, close enough not to disturb if Shana were to come.
Since Claude had booked the entire restaurant, naturally, the other tables weren’t set up. But that didn’t matter. Soon, they would prepare cutlery and a menu for me.
Having secured a seat, I felt a bit exhilarated.
I was bouncing in anticipation when I suddenly sensed something was off.
Looking up, I saw the manager awkwardly smiling and Claude with a somewhat tired expression.
“Miss, uh…”
“Yes?”
“It seems he meant for you to sit opposite him.”
The manager cautiously spoke.
“Eh…”
I wanted to argue. Why would Claude want to have a cozy meal sitting across from me?
But then…
“Really?”
“…”
“Isn’t Miss Shana supposed to come?”
As I asked, Claude growled.
“…You want to leave?”
“N, no!”
Confused but certain that Claude might kick me out, I quickly sat across from him.
Even as I sat, I wondered if this was correct, but Claude just left me be with a pissed off look on his face.
Anyway.
After all the commotion, we were both seated, and the manager began explaining the menu.
“We have prepared the finest ingredients. Today’s specials are gray mullet and lamb, and they are of excellent quality…”
“Ooohh…”
I listened intently, compensating for Claude’s lack of reaction.
But there was a problem. I wanted to try both the lamb and the fish.
Claude raised an eyebrow as if to say, choose. I started pondering more fervently than ever before.
Sure, Claude, with his wealth, could afford such meals every day, but for me, this restaurant was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. So, I had to make the best choice.
Claude abruptly closed the menu.
Knowing Claude’s personality, I expected him to say, ‘If you can’t choose, leave.’ I became anxious.
“Wait, just a moment! I’ve made up my mind. I’ll choose!”
It seemed the lamb was slightly better by a 51 to 49 margin…
“Then, the lamb…!”
“Just bring everything on the menu.”
“Hot damn.”
“…”
“…”
I unwittingly let out a crude exclamation of awe and quickly shut my mouth.
‘Bring everything on the menu!’ has been a lifelong dream of mine.
I had thought about doing it if I ever suddenly came into a fortune, but Claude, with his questionable character, has made it happen.
The manager, unaccustomed to such crude language in a first-class restaurant, looked at me with wide eyes.
“Sor, sorry…”
“…”
“Do you mean everything on the menu? We will prepare it with utmost care.”
The manager’s professionalism was impeccable. He quickly composed himself and bowed respectfully before disappearing.
Soon enough, the large table, big enough for me to lie on, began to fill with dishes.
Wow, I had always wanted to taste everything on a table full of food, not just nibble course by course.
You, the evil villain… Though you may ruthlessly snap necks, you do have some appreciation for food, huh?
Maybe I shouldn’t judge someone based on one aspect alone.
My eyes sparkled as I eagerly waited for Claude to take the first bite.
It’s a K-custom for the person who treats to eat first.
Seeing my expectant face, Claude twitched his eyebrows and finally nibbled a tiny bite.
Seriously, ordering so much to eat like a bird? How overly generous?
Now that Claude had eaten, I cautiously took a bite too.
As expected of expensive food, it melted in my mouth, the best I’ve ever had in my life.
Holy sh-t! How have I lived without knowing this taste?
How often would I get such a chance again?
I resolutely decided to taste everything.
But, as always, ideals are just ideals, and reality is reality.
‘Bring everything on the menu!’ is the ideal, but in reality, it’s food waste.
Rose Valentine, with her small stature, had a small stomach to match.
Even Claude, despite his size, ate even less than me.
I wanted to devour everything, but half of these delicious dishes remained.
Um… Could I possibly ask to pack them up? If I shared all this with Irene, it would last for at least three more days.
