Demon hunter's Cooking Manual-Chapter 964 - 11 Agents

Eat it raw?

Boil water?

Hearing Jason’s words, Hui Lijing was completely stunned, she dumbfoundedly said, "We’re in a car, where am I supposed to find a pot to boil water for you... No! That’s not right! This is a monster! You, you want to eat a monster?!"

Finally, Hui Lijing came back to her senses.

She stared wide-eyed at Jason.

Especially at the raccoon cat in Jason’s hands.

A Raccoon Demon!

With only a quick glance, Hui Lijing recognized this yokai.

It wasn’t that Hui Lijing was familiar with yokai.

Rather, this particular yokai had quite a reputation in this country.

There were many legends about them.

Of course, everyone took these as just stories.

Including the earlier Hui Lijing.

Even though rumors of yokai circulated in the ’detective world,’ Hui Lijing had never truly seen a real yokai.

Therefore, deep down, Hui Lijing always doubted the real existence of yokai.

And now?

Naturally, she had no more doubts.

After all, seeing is believing.

Just as she had climbed out of one pit of skepticism, Hui Lijing fell into another bout of self-doubt.

What did she see?

Jason was preparing to eat a yokai!

She had heard countless times about yokai eating people, this plot was common in stories and dramas, but never had she seen a person intending to eat a yokai.

Could this be the way ’Exorcists’ perform exorcism?

Hui Lijing couldn’t help but think to herself.

Then, Hui Lijing shook her head.

How could it be!

Shouldn’t a real ’Exorcist’ be someone who carries a shotgun loaded with rock salt bullets alongside their brother, continuously pulling the trigger?

Or perhaps a couple meddling with high-tech equipment, leaving behind all sorts of sinister evidence, only to end up claiming their powerlessness?

How could there be someone who just outright eats them?

And...

Do yokai taste good?

Her worldview being greatly shocked, Hui Lijing began to let her thoughts wander.

However, Jason remained completely composed.

"This is purification."

He made up a serious-sounding load of nonsense.

Then, a faint flame appeared in his hand.

Although there was no pot or water, Jason was no novice to preparing ’food’ with the Charles Burning Technique.

Soon the fur of the Raccoon Demon was burned clean off, and its skin began to turn slightly red. Then, Jason began to ramp up the flame’s intensity, from ordinary knife-edge level to bullet level, to bomb level, and then to tank level.

Jason carefully controlled the temperature.

He didn’t want the ’food’ to get charred.

Meanwhile, Hui Lijing furrowed her brow, and asked from the perspective of a third-rate chef.

"Shouldn’t you first slice it open and remove the innards?"

"Their innards are delicious too."

Jason replied.

"I meant cleaning them."

Hui Lijing corrected.

"My flame has already sterilized them. In fact, most of the time, to purify these demons... these yokai, more quickly and effectively, I would wash them with spirits. This flame treatment is already quite high-end."

Jason explained.

"Doing it this way, won’t it stink?"

Hui Lijing still had doubts.

"Most likely not. If it were boiled, it would indeed need thorough cleaning, but that would also lose some essence. I haven’t yet found a way to ensure that cleaning doesn’t waste food."

Jason shared his practical experience.

"It does sound troublesome... wait, no!"

"Why can your hand release flames?"

"And earlier, you had completely disappeared, how did you appear again?"

After a series of conversations with Jason, the now-normal Hui Lijing noticed something was off. Unable to contain herself, the aspiring barista-turned-detective raised her voice.

"Because I’m an Exorcist!"

Jason stated naturally.

Hui Lijing’s mouth gaped open, wanting to refute such a seemingly dismissive remark, but ultimately she said nothing.

Because, after pondering, she felt it made sense.

An Exorcist who could exorcise yokai, how could they be an ordinary person?

Having some abilities that common people didn’t possess was only right.

Then, quite naturally, a question arose.

"Can I learn this kind of ability?"

Hui Lijing asked.

"What do you think?"

Jason did not answer directly.

He had considerable knowledge of mystic arts that ordinary people could learn through training, but that didn’t mean he would choose to teach them to a woman he’d just met.

Even if this woman was his client, landlord, or whatever else.

Without truly experiencing life and death, everything is meaningless.

Of course, for an equivalent exchange, Jason would be willing.

But did Hui Lijing have anything to offer?

Of course not.

The skills she possessed, Jason knew them too, and moreover, he was more adept.

Would he really request her curly hair as compensation?

Don’t joke.

He wasn’t bald.

"Tsk!"

"So it’s really about talent and lineage, just like those priests and Onmyoji I’ve heard about?"

Hui Lijing said disdainfully.

In rumors, priests and Onmyoji paid great attention to inheritance.

It wasn’t just about talent but also lineage.

Mostly passed from father to son.

Occasionally, brother to brother.

But the latter was particularly rare.

Hui Lijing, who had heard such rumors in the ’detective world’ used to deride them as old-fashioned, looking down on them, but now her disdain was somewhat forced.

She looked at Jason, her eyes filled with envy.

Who wouldn’t want to be extraordinary?

Hui Lijing also harbored similar dreams.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have become a detective.

However, soon enough, Hui Lijing’s attention was drawn to the Raccoon Demon again.