Hell's Chicken (after battle)

Ryōshū and Gregor radiated a burning viciousness.

Is this… murderous aura supposed to be part of the culinary experience…?

What recipe are you even gonna show, more canned crapola?

There's no dish that beats the taste of survival.

Hey, champagne hair! Get me a hen.

Huh? Okay…!

Yi Sang! Sorry, but can you open this can for me?

As you so wish.

The sights and sounds filling the kitchen seemed at least somewhat proper.

I can hear knives hitting the cutting boards, broth boiling up in pots…

…and fire sizzling on cigarettes.

<…HUH?!! Why do I hear smoking in the kitchen?!>

……

The two remained silent.

Of course, as expected, the sound of a cigarette being snuffed out only came from Gregor's side.