The Heavenly Demon Cult’s Strongest Maid - Chapter 183

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Chapter 183

The guesthouse annex where I was staying had a very small kitchen. There, Grandmother rolled up her sleeves and began cooking for the first time in a while.

Have you ever been stabbed in the foot by an axe you trusted?

I have.

Right now!

“I’ve been missing Lady Dang’s noodles and dumplings.”

At Uncle Gong Pae-cheon’s single comment, Grandmother postponed even writing her report and started kneading dough.

When I asked her to make some, she’d knock me on the head, but isn’t this discrimination too severe?

How could a lover come before her one and only granddaughter!

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have supported Grandmother’s romance!

Though I glared at her with my mouth agape, Shin Geum didn’t bat an eye.

Far from feeling sorry for me, she was completely absorbed in her own world.

As if treating a comfortable friend, Grandmother’s expression remained familiar and relaxed throughout handling the dough.

“This should be enough. The dough is telling me so.”

Grandmother finally stopped kneading after working at it for a while.

I could only wonder what the dough had supposedly said.

While the dough was resting, Grandmother prepared the broth.

Her series of movements—trimming vegetables and slicing meat to put in boiling water—were incredibly fast and natural.

Her skill at pulling noodle strands from the rested dough while the broth was simmering was also outstanding.

“You have to make them this thin for the noodles to be chewy.”

Since Grandmother said so, I suppose that’s how it is, and I just nodded my head.

“Now I just need to boil the noodles and it’s done.”

Grandmother grabbed a handful of the finely cut noodle strands and dipped them into the vigorously boiling water.

In the meantime, she opened the lid of the broth pot and stirred it once with a ladle, filling the kitchen with a rich, deep aroma.

I couldn’t help but swallow my saliva.

‘The broth smells amazing…’

How much I had missed this taste.

I forgot my resentment toward Grandmother and just waited for the noodles to cook.

Finally, Shin Geum scooped out the noodle strands and ladled broth over them to complete one bowl.

“Here, try it quickly.”

“Me first?”

But everyone’s waiting outside?

“Still, my child’s mouth comes first.”

“Tch, only now?”

I pouted my lips, but my mood had already improved.

Right, no matter how much she likes her lover, granddaughter comes first! Of course!

“Hehe.”

I smiled broadly and slurped up a chopstick full of noodles.

“Wow!”

And I was genuinely amazed.

The moment the chewy noodles and deep broth flavor wrapped around my tongue, this was truly paradise on earth.

This was exactly the taste I had been wanting!

“Grandmother, should we open a noodle shop?”

“What?”

“A chain… no, I mean branches. Just one in each major city. I think it would be a huge hit. How about it? I’ll provide the capital. I have lots of money!”

“You want to see this old woman unable to sleep all day, just kneading dough?”

“Ah, is that how it works?”

The broth was one thing, but the dough really required that personal touch.

“What a shame. Everyone should know this taste.”

“Seolha, I think you’re forgetting something.”

“Huh?”

“I may be your grandmother, but I’m also a special agent.”

“So?”

“Does it make sense for a special agent to sell noodles, you child!”

“Goodness! Grandmother, why are you getting angry! I only said that because your noodles are so delicious!”

“I’m not getting angry, I’m telling you to grow up! Goodness! When is she going to come to her senses!”

Grandmother clicked her tongue at me and returned to her original work.

Come to think of it, our Shin Geum was indeed high-level personnel. Her abilities were too valuable to waste just making noodles.

“Lady Dang, I’ll take these out!”

This was originally something I should have done, but before I knew it, Seo-ryeon had entered the kitchen and was transferring the noodles to a tray.

‘Ah, this is really delicious.’

With a sense of duty to eat before the noodles got soggy, I crouched in a corner and diligently inhaled my noodles.

“Oh right, Grandmother. Did you make a lot?”

Then I suddenly remembered Eok I-geon’s tremendous appetite.

He’d probably go crazy and eat a ton after tasting Grandmother’s cooking for the first time in a while.

Sure enough.

“Lady Dang…”

As soon as Seo-ryeon left, she reappeared carrying an empty bowl. It was obvious whose handiwork this was without asking.

“Hmm.”

Grandmother quickly looked around and then pulled out an incredibly large bowl and filled it to the brim with noodles.

“This should be enough, right?”

Our grandmother had it all figured out.

That’s why she had made plenty.

“Seolha, you come out too. Why are you crouching there to eat?”

“I’m trying to eat it quickly before it gets cold!”

It was when Grandmother was about to leave the kitchen carrying her own portion.

“Lady Dang! Lady Dang!”

Someone outside was urgently looking for Grandmother.

That’s Uncle Wang’s voice, isn’t it?

I hastily finished the remaining noodles like hiding from a crab’s eyes and rushed outside.

“You were born with the blessing of good eating.”

Grandmother handed the bowl of noodles she was holding to Uncle Wang.

“Lady Dang, this isn’t the time for…”

“Eat first, then talk. It still won’t be too late.”

Grandmother personally picked up chopsticks and placed them in Uncle Wang’s hands.

“Ahem, well then, since I’m hungry, I’ll have a bowl first.”

Despite his polite words, Uncle Wang’s eating speed was practically on par with Eok I-geon’s.

“Uncle Wang, how does it taste? It’s amazing, right?”

“…Uncle?”

Eok I-geon stopped drinking his noodle broth and looked at me.

“It’s a long story to explain.”

Who here would believe me if I said I had built some connections with a future Gaebang elder?

“This person is a branch leader of Gaebang. He’s in charge of Hefei.”

Except for Grandmother and me, this was everyone’s first meeting.

I personally stepped forward to introduce Uncle Wang for both sides.

“Burp! I had no idea the noodles at this inn were so excellent!”

Uncle Wang praised the noodles’ taste while even burping.

“No! Grandmother made this.”

“Lady Dang did? Really?”

“Didn’t I tell you I can cook a little?”

“It’s more surprising that Lady Dang cooks.”

“Enough. Now tell me the reason. What’s causing all this commotion again?”

Grandmother asked while subtly moving the side dishes in front of Uncle Gong Pae-cheon.

“A massacre occurred in Shenyang!”

“Shenyang… the Moyong Family?”

“They say over two thousand ronin and martial artists climbed over the walls!”

“Isn’t that too fast? How long has it been since the rumor spread?”

“That’s not the only strange thing.”

Uncle Wang Dang’s voice suddenly became much quieter.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems the Moyong Family is trying to downplay this incident.”

“Downplay?”

“Perhaps ‘keeping their mouths shut’ would be a more accurate expression.”

The Moyong Family is keeping their mouths shut?

What does this mean?

“Did they perhaps suffer severe damage? They have their reputation as one of the Five Great Families, so they might be doing this out of shame.”

“It doesn’t feel like that. Their movements are suspicious, I guess. Anyway, that’s the atmosphere.”

“If Gaebang says so, then it must be true.”

The intuition of beggars who lived their entire lives reading others’ expressions and begging for food was more extraordinary than one could imagine.

“Are they preparing for war?”

“Pardon?”

Everyone’s attention was drawn to Uncle Gong Pae-cheon’s quiet murmur.

Especially Uncle Wang Dang’s eyes sparkled strangely.

In fact, he had been clearly curious about Uncle Gong Pae-cheon’s identity from earlier.

“From the Moyong Family’s perspective, wouldn’t the normal course be to announce the damage and ask the Martial Arts Alliance for help? That way the massacre would stop and the family would find stability.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“The reason for hiding the damage is obvious. The Moyong Family’s goal is still to show their strength.”

“Isn’t that natural since they’re one of the Five Great Families?”

“I believe you just said it was suspicious.”

“…Ah, I did say that.”

Uncle Wang Dang, this person here is the Chief Military Strategist of the Demonic Sect.

Since you can’t win with words, don’t be too disheartened and listen carefully while you’re at it.

I patted Uncle Wang Dang’s shoulder out of unnecessary pity.

“It seems the Moyong Family has determined their target for revenge.”

“Determined? Multiple ronin and martial artists climbed over the walls, so why…?”

“They can’t retaliate against each of them individually.”

“So they’re going to catch innocent people?”

“Who said they were innocent?”

“…?”

“There must be a ringleader. When things move quickly, there’s always a good reason for it.”

“So Uncle Gong Pae-cheon, you mean the Moyong Family is preparing to retaliate against that ringleader? Is that what you mean?”

“Yes, that’s… right.”

Uncle Gong Pae-cheon, who had been speaking respectfully to me, immediately changed his speech, perhaps being conscious of Uncle Wang Dang.

‘Hmm.’

If that reasoning is correct, the Moyong Family must be targeting the Shinchang Yang Clan.

They think it’s retaliation for cutting off Yang Ja-seong’s arm.

The Shinchang Yang Clan must have also spread rumors about the night demon and incited the ronin.

‘If this happens, those two will really clash?’

“Your thinking makes sense.”

Uncle Wang Dang, who had been lost in thought, suddenly stood up. It seemed he wanted to quickly inform Gaebang.

“But excuse me for asking at our first meeting, who are you?”

“Me?”

“Did you also come from Cheon-sin-mun?”

“Ah…”

Huh?

Uncle Gong Pae-cheon’s answer wasn’t a question.

What is this ominous feeling?

Has he already heard about Cheon-sin-mun?

“That’s right. I serve as a guardian at Cheon-sin-mun.”

Uncle Gong Pae-cheon, who had been introducing himself naturally, put his palms together and added:

“Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva.”

I could bet my life that Sifu also knew about Cheon-sin-mun.

I’m screwed. I’m screwed.

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