War Paradise english

The soft light from the door reflects the big sign of "Midnight Restaurant".

As always, today, there is only one customer in this restaurant.

The young man with a cold expression sat near the door, under his short hair, showing a pair of godless eyes, staring at the vegetable platter on the table in front of him, which was obviously too bright in color.

There is a sweet and greasy smell in the room, left by the strawberry ice cream dessert just now. As for the clashing sound of bowls and chopsticks from behind the counter, it was naturally the idiot chef who made it.

——I have inherited this restaurant for almost half a year, and I haven’t learned how to cook yet...