379 Descent into Madness

Emily and Mr. Satan sat across from each other in the living room, each holding a paper cup in hand.

Mr. Satan drank with a sense of grace, carefully blowing on the hot liquid before taking small, deliberate sips.

“Your cooking is excellent. This tastes really good,” he complimented.

Emily gave a modest smile. “Thank you. But it’s not perfect. Here in Rome, it’s hard to find fresh ginger. When I make pork congee, I usually add some ginger slices to get rid of the smell and a bit of pepper for flavor. It would taste even better that way.”

Mr. Satan seemed intrigued. “Is that how you always make congee? Or is that a typical way to make it in your hometown?”

Emily chuckled lightly. “That’s just my way of making it. I’m sure the chefs in restaurants have their own methods, and their cooking is much better than mine.”

Mr. Satan finished his congee rather quickly and reached for his wallet inside his jacket. He pulled out a bill and offered it to her. “Is a hundred dollars enough?”