The True Demon Always Tempts People into Sin

"No, something's not right. What's wrong?" Benita stood in the kitchen, taking small bites of her lunch. Generally, Victorians lunches are mostly leftovers from yesterday's dinner, reheated, or simply sandwiches or hamburgers prepared along with breakfast in the morning.

During this period, Benita would prepare a rather lavish lunch every day at noon, not as a reward for herself while her husband was at work, but to recreate the taste from her memory.

"The tenderness is about right, but it doesn't have that 'the more you chew, the more flavorful' feeling. And this potato salad, the texture is so much worse! They made it right in front of me, why is there such a big difference?"

Benita slumped down, her fork drooping, a clear look of disappointment on her face. Although her cooking skills had improved dramatically compared to a month ago, and were even better than some family restaurants on the street, the thought of that weekend, of her husband's hopeful eyes turning into deep disappointment the moment the food touched his lips, filled her with resentment and humiliation.

"I'm willing to risk my dignity as a Housewife to recreate that pan-fried veal!"

Benita made up her mind, quickly finished her lunch, and then went to the computer to wait for the machine to start up.

However, she didn't have time to argue with those unmarried bitches today. In fact, she hadn't wasted any time on that kind of thing for a whole week.

As the monitor returned to her familiar desktop, she quickly opened her browser, typed a URL into her bookmarks, and as the webpage redirected, a forum frequently used by Housewife appeared.

As the interface appeared, Benita was surprised to find that she didn't see the posts she had expected in the pinned post bar. Instead, there were quite a few pointless, argumentative posts.

In the past, Benita would have immediately joined the fray, unleashing a torrent of abuse on those unmarried bitches. But today, she had no such intention. Instead, she opened MSN (Note ①) and, sure enough, saw several familiar ladies discussing the matter.

She immediately started typing on the keyboard--

Witch Benita: What happened? Didn't that gentleman show up yesterday?

Mrs. Smith: We're talking about that too. I've already asked around, and none of the nearby communities have heard anything about it.

Wanting to see Mr. Demon again: Maybe it's because of work. After all, that man said he just borrowed the kitchen after work to grab a bite to eat. Maybe his workplace wasn't even around here yesterday?

Culinary Apprentice: Putting that aside, did you guys try Mrs. Laura's Fried Fish dish from before?

So boring, I really want to be in a relationship: It's too difficult. I asked an acquaintance to check, and it should be a dish from Yan country. Although Mrs. Laura's description is very simple, it is said that it takes more than ten years of cooking skills to reproduce it. Moreover, the other party also made some minor adjustments to Victoria's eating habits.

Laura was starting to regret it: Come to think of it, the dish before that was also Yan cuisine, wasn't it? It was that round hamburger patty.

So bored, I really want to fall in love: it's called 'Lion's Head', and there's another name, something like 'Sunflower Cut Meat,' anyway, it's all very strange... Speaking of which, it seems like people from Yan are all very good at cooking. Do you think that gentleman might be a demon from Yan?

Mrs. Smith: Although you look Asian, do people in Yan Country also have demons and hell? Their beliefs are different from ours, right?

Culinary Apprentice: Who can say for sure? We have an Asian senator now, so it's not surprising there are Asian Demon in hell, right? Maybe this gentleman worked in Yan Country before coming to Bekeland?

Want to see Mr. Demon again: Okay! I've decided, I'm going to learn Yan Country Language!

So boring, I really want to be in a relationship: Wake up, even if you learn how, you won't have a chance to strike up a conversation...

Want to see Mr. Demon again: How will you know if you don't try?

Seeing that the MSN thread was also going off-topic, Benita slumped back in her chair and pulled out the recipes from the past few days, looking at them over and over again.

More than ten days have passed since I met that Mr. Demon with Black Hair Brown Eyes.

The man's appearance seemed to be no accident. Soon after, rumors began circulating on the Housewife' forum that he would borrow the kitchen and ingredients to cook dinner and charge a single serving of food as payment. As the number of witnesses increased, people on the forum, which was frequented by Housewife, began to compile and post the dishes he prepared and the process they remembered, and it quickly became a regular occurrence.

As she continued her discussions on the forum, she was also added to an MSN group chat created by people who had experienced the incident firsthand. Through their conversations, they gained a relatively clear understanding of the man's situation.

According to the conclusions drawn by everyone, that gentleman seemed to come from hell, and was just using the kitchen to eat some human food after "getting off work".

The other party possesses "magic" that can freeze people in place and make them disappear on the spot. Although it seems harmless, judging from the details of their speech, their so-called "job" is likely not so pleasant.

Based on the discussion in the group, they unanimously believe that, perhaps just like the police and gangsters in reality, Hell and Heaven also dispatch demons and angels to every region of the earth. They perform certain special tasks, such as angels guiding people to good and punishing sinners, while demons tempt others to commit crimes. The gentleman in question is likely the demon who recently arrived in Bekeland to "work the day shift," and the recent heinous crimes in Bekeland are very likely related to this newcomer.

After all, it's not hard to understand in the workplace that new management wants to make a splash and prove their abilities.

As for the conflict with the Christianity definition of hell and purgatory... the Bible has been revised so many times, who knows if their interpretations are wrong?

Perhaps the truth is as the "cooking apprentice" speculated: before coming to Bekeland, he worked in Yan Country and was used to the food of that gourmet country, which is why he found it difficult to adapt after arriving in Bekeland and chose to cook for himself after work.

"Unfortunately, it seems that Mr. Demon randomly chooses the nearest kitchen with ingredients, so the probability of encountering him again is extremely low!"

Benita stretched and yawned, looking at the menus and recalling the taste of the food she had eaten before. She couldn't help but feel her mouth watering again.

At this moment, she was absolutely certain that the man was a true demon, because he had indulged himself in the great sin of "gluttony" in less than two hours...

"Arrest arrest arrest..."

Suddenly, the sound of police sirens blared outside the window. Surprisingly, Benita felt no fear at the sound, nor did she even consider the possibility of someone being murdered. Instead, she felt a sliver of anticipation.

"If a crime has occurred, does that mean Mr. Demon on duty again? Will he appear today? Given how close we are, will he visit my house again?"