"This raw salmon dish is not bad. Try? Beelzebub asked.

This small but elegant restaurant is mainly fed by couples among teachers and students, with a traditional design, an ocean-blue wooden façade and cream-white window frames, doors and a beige ceiling, a small red sign at the door, a Michelin star, simple tables and chairs, and large ocean-themed paintings on the walls, each dish costs around 50 to 100 yuan, mainly seafood. Beelzebub's raw salmon recipe mimics the usual French recipe of raw beef tartare, using raw beef tossed with egg yolk and pickled capers (a small, green, sour fruit), which can be mixed with tomato sauce or spicy sauce and served with slender french fries, and the shop replaces raw beef with raw salmon, which is more refreshing and sweet than beef, and Beelzebub took a new spoon of hot sauce and tomato sauce from the waiter, and rudely poured the seasoning on his plate, stirred it and divided a spoonful for the sacha.

"How?"

"You've added too much hot sauce." "I don't feel like I'm eating salmon, I'm eating sauce," Sasha said. ”

"I'm sorry." Beelzebub said absent-mindedly, frowning as if bothered by something.

Beelzebub suddenly became a little talkative, he cared about the sugar content of the desserts, he was also suspicious of the freshness of the fruit, and even the coffee and ice cream at the end were tasted differently by him.

"I think this ice cream is salty." Beelzebub said.

"I think we'll be kicked out by the chef the next minute." Sasha said, but he still ate a little ice cream from Beelzebub: "You sprinkled salt on it?" ”

"I didn't." Beelzebub said that an innocent little tentacle was quietly returning the salt shaker at the adjacent table.

***

"Pepi ......"

"What?"

"Pepi called me this morning and he said he had gotten a few pounds of pretty good blue lobster and halibut. What do you think of a private dinner? ”

"Who's going to do it?"

"You," said Beelzebub, "of course, if you don't mind, I can also help." He said as he held his breath. Wait for Sasha to answer.

"Not lately," Sasha replied as usual, "I'm getting acquainted with the new curriculum and professors, and we can go to the restaurant." ”

"You also made Sabayon to Brian the other day. Dupont," said Beelzebub, "you may also make creamy lobster and fried flounder, as long as you remember the amount of ingredients and sugar and salt in the recipe—"

Little Hopkins stopped abruptly, and he turned to look at Beelzebub. The expression was not surprised: "You found out." ”

"I've guessed for years," said Beelzebub, "at first I thought you were doing it on purpose, trying to trick us—but you do have a taste disorder, don't you?" This situation lasted for a while...... You can't figure out what your food tastes like, even if you can remember every detail of the recipe. But what you eat in your mouth is not the same as what is written in the book, and what you remember—you make adjustments, and the result is that we are sinned. He shook his head, "So you've been in the kitchen less often, even though you've always enjoyed cooking—but Brian. DuPont doesn't know that he gave you a good job, and this good job requires a sharp tongue. ”

"My tongue is still sharp," Sasha said as if to himself, "it's my nerves that are confused." He nodded: "I originally wanted to choose my roommate. ”

"You're aware of my anomaly." Beelzebub said dejectedly, "But I didn't find out about your problem until now." ”

"You're not good at that," Sasha said, "and it doesn't affect my daily life or even my life." I'll just throw away something that should be nice and I taste weird, and it's not an unforgivable sin to eat something that looks weird to others once in a while — no one will notice this — except you. ”

"And Dr. Hopkins," Beelzebub said. "It's strange that he doesn't know."

"Well," Sasha admitted, "indeed." But I guess he's ...... Well, keep an eye on me - I'm trying to get my hands on it...... That's it, it's the best. Beelzebub. ”

"Psychology and psychiatry are two strange guests to me," Beelzebub said, "but I know that procrastination will not work on anything." When did chocolate roast leg of lamb appear? Damn, it was when we first arrived in Grande - oh my God. Sasha, you had a problem before I did! ”

"The triggers are different," Sasha said, "and our troubles originate in different places. ”

"I just want to see the results." Beelzebub said, "Give me time, or I'll go and get you a doctor." ”

"Who?"

"Who else," said Beelzebub scoundrelly, "there is only one, who can be trusted, who is capable, and who can hold you down—your father, Anthony. Dr. Hopkins. ”

***

Anthony. Dr. Hopkins stood at the edge of the hall, and behind him was the circular foyer that connected to the hallway, which ended in a large door.

Crimson flesh flowed down from the master bedroom on the third floor, down the corridors, stairs, to the second and first floors, and spread out the living room, smoking room, terrace, dining room, and kitchen.

They are at a distance from Anthony. Hopkins stopped about three feet away, and kept popping up like a boiling pot, bulging and croaking, as if discussing something—they didn't dare to move forward, like a flock of frogs blocked by a poisonous snake, but they didn't want to give up—there's a lot of meat, a lot of meat, a lot of food...... They said.

"Did you find Chegalle?" Hopkins asked, tilting his head.

"I'm looking." Old Andreana sat on the chandelier, and at her feet were countless tiny tentacles that scratched upwards to eat the piece of meat.

"As soon as possible, please," Dr. Hopkins pulled a closed medical pouch from his coat pocket, sucking on the contents - the lump of flesh in front of him frantically squeezed for a moment, and then suddenly calmed down, "I don't know how long this situation can last." ”

"I ...... Found him! ”

"For the Virgin's sake! Please, wake up, Chegalle, you're about to turn into carpaccio tartare! ”

Old Andreana shouted, waving her two shriveled but powerful feet in the air, kicking off the elastic, acidic mucus tentacles again and again—one of her favorite sheepskin boots had been turned into flip-flops.

(To be continued)

Note: In some traditional restaurants, it's rude to share the main course with someone else – Beelzebub is messing around here, don't follow the good boys. (To be continued)