Poor Xi Xi
Chapter 63 Lan Qi's Public Service Advertisement
The lights danced in the corners of the floor tiles, the handmade ice glistened, the wine bottles shimmered, and the newly served dishes emitted a misty aura, all rendered even more stunning under the refraction of light.
"We focus on the honesty, integrity, and naturalness of the ingredients. Please feel free to let us know if you have any feedback or suggestions," an imp waiter said as he elegantly placed the dishes ordered by Lan Qi and Hyperion on the table.
She gracefully placed the ordered dishes on the table in front of Lan Qi and Hyperion, like a professional noble attendant, with steady and fluid movements.
One dish was an appetizer made of freshly grilled beef cut into small pieces, sprinkled with herbs, fried saltgrass leaves, and transparent pear slices, then laid on a thin slice of black bread.
Another appeared to be thick slices of venison, marinated with salt and black pepper, then pan-fried until the skin was crispy and the inside was soft, with thin slices of black truffle placed between the venison, emitting a rich aroma, accompanied by a lamp of spice snowflakes and a glass of red wine sauce.
The last dessert was a spherical dark chocolate decorated with a layer of caramel cheese, sprinkled with sea salt on the surface to add texture. The crispy and shiny appearance suggested that a gentle tap with a spoon would crack open the chocolate ball, and a silky caramel sauce would spread out.
Because the silver-haired demon had acted first, Lan Qi and Hyperion were unable to order more advanced dishes.
For the time being, they could only order a few ordinary dishes.
However, the presentation before them was enough to feel the respect that the academy branch of the Demon King's Awarded Restaurant had for food and its guests.
Hyperion looked at the dishes on the table, wondering what Lan Qi was planning.
"Lan Qi, summons can't be used here," Hyperion whispered as a reminder.
In this Demon King's Awarded Restaurant, there was a rule similar to "no pets allowed," forbidding any demons from summoning familiars or summoned beasts.
Without [Great Poet of Love] as Lan Qi's key end-game card, most of Lan Qi's tactics would be ineffective.
Even provoking trouble with words was not allowed in the restaurant. Even if Lan Qi wanted to play psychological warfare, there was nothing he could do now.
"Hyperion, as long as we abide by the rules here, right? I want to shoot an educational film for the audience in the mortal world who are watching the broadcast, with the theme of promoting the idea of 'being proud of saving food and ashamed of extravagance and wastefulness'," Lan Qi's words were full of sincerity. He didn't care about the silver-haired demon's slightly targeted behavior. He was only worried that the silver-haired demon's extravagant attitude of indulging in luxury would affect the teenagers watching the live broadcast in the mortal world.
As a civilization model team, they needed to lead by example.
To convey a positive and healthy value system and set a good example.
"You want to..." Hyperion felt a bad premonition in her heart, but before she could finish speaking, she realized that Lan Qi had already started.
Lan Qi's complexion suddenly turned slightly worse for some unknown reason.
"Manager," Lan Qi raised his hand and called out softly.
The manager walked quickly towards them with a worldly gait. Compared to the silver-haired demon who made the entire restaurant nervous, Lan Qi and Hyperion were obviously easier to deal with.
"Excuse me, manager, I feel a little uncomfortable in my chest. Do you have any drinks here that can warm the body?" Lan Qi looked at the manager, his hand holding the glass trembling.
His voice sounded painful and hoarse, like a wounded beast trying to hide its stubborn ailment.
"Yes, please wait a moment," the manager nodded, then took the empty glass from Lan Qi's hand and walked towards the wine cabinet in the distance, preparing to serve him according to Lan Qi's request.
Next.
Lan Qi looked very much like a person with a mental and physical disability. He trembled as he held the tableware, eating the dishes while making muffled groans.
If it were in the human realm, because this characteristic was too strong, it might attract some low-quality children to tease him, such as imitating this disabled person.
This kind of behavior could be described as very bad.
However, such boring demons generally do not appear in high-end restaurants in the Demon Realm.
In the distance, at a long table on the other side of the restaurant.
The silver-haired demon glanced at Lan Qi. The corners of his mouth held a seemingly disdainful, slightly regretful arc. He glanced at Hyperion lightly, then withdrew his gaze and refocused on his feast.
That radiant demon was weak and powerless, even needing the pity and care of the female demon he was with. Even after graduation, he would only be a pathetic worm who couldn't get on the stage in the Demon Realm.
The silver-haired demon's hand gently tilted the red wine bottle, and the dark red liquid slowly flowed into the wine glass, like a thin red thread. On his face, the impatient expression gradually dissipated, replaced by the satisfaction of enjoyment.
Lan Qi's existence was a joke that cheered him up slightly, a brief piece of news.
It was quickly submerged in the dishes he had eaten and the wine he had drunk.
The atmosphere in the restaurant tended to be calm, like a black treasure box, with only small lamps twinkling like diamonds.
Cutlery and glass containers sat quietly on the black tablecloth on the tables. There was a small menu at each table, and most of the customers dining were silent or spoke in soft voices.
Outside the window was the night view of Purgatory City, with lights like shooting stars streaking across the sky. The air was filled with the aroma of Demon Realm cuisine, and the light and shadow showed a mysterious and elegant atmosphere.
Under this cinematic language.
Lan Qi took advantage of the moment when no one noticed.
Silently, he healed the silver-haired demon a few times.
Suddenly, the sudden sharp pain caused the silver-haired demon, who was elegantly tasting his food, to change color dramatically. His hands began to tremble, and he let out a wail.
Next, Lan Qi began to imitate the silver-haired demon's state, and tremble his spoon in complete synchronization with the silver-haired demon's movements and sounds, emitting wails of the same frequency and rhythm.
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The silver-haired demon noticed.
Lan Qi was using non-offensive magic to trick him, and even deliberately imitating his state to humiliate him.
Originally, the silver-haired demon had no intention of paying attention to Lan Qi anymore, but he didn't expect Lan Qi to be so ignorant and actively provoke trouble.
Then the consequences would be quite serious.
...
At this time, the restaurant manager, who had just returned and witnessed all of this, was stunned in place.
He looked at the silver-haired demon, and then at Lan Qi. Both demons were like disabled people, their movements and sounds were almost synchronized.
The manager suddenly quickened his pace and walked towards the silver-haired demon!
"Don't imitate or tease disabled demons!" The manager shouted loudly and slapped the silver-haired demon's head.
The silver-haired demon's entire head was knocked crooked.
Insulting other customers is absolutely not allowed in this restaurant!
...
In the distance.
Lan Qi was still trembling his hand as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't seen the silver-haired demon who had fallen to the ground on the spot, focusing only on the present, and using his meal with unwavering determination despite his physical disability.
No matter how you looked at it, the silver-haired demon was imitating the truly disabled Lan Qi.
"Cherish food, starting with every little thing," Lan Qi finally muttered to himself with a relieved expression, saying this slogan.
The public service advertisement is over.
"???"
Hyperion's eyelids twitched.
She had underestimated the bottom line of this inhuman thing after all!