All living beings in hell

Chapter 161 - Ms. Kit
The lotus lantern at the entrance was lit up, and the office welcomed the 110th fifth guest.

A smell of burnt fried food wafted in from the door.

Since I came to this hell, I haven't smelled this smell for a long time, and I couldn't help but look at the door.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" came the soprano voice from the door, every word revealed enthusiasm.

"Please come in, please come in."

A brown woman in a leopard-print apron rolled up her sleeves, and as she drifted into the office, the smell of sour cream mixed with roast beef burritos.

The woman was plump, with curly white hair growing out of her temples, and she was wearing a slightly tight red and black skirt behind a leopard print apron.

"It's not over yet, it's my turn, so fast."

"Please sit down, please sit down."

The woman tore off a white napkin from her waist and wiped her hands, as if she had just rushed over from the back kitchen.

"Margret K Geeté, you should call me Ms. Geeté."

"Yes, Ms. Kit."

Satisfied with my respectful address, she turned up at the corners of her mouth and had two dimples on her cheeks.

"Ms. Kit, why did you come to me today?"

"It's nothing. I'm busy in the kitchen all day long, and I have to have a time to rest. Those demons have nothing to talk about. It's inevitable that a person will feel lonely, so I want to find someone to talk to."

"Then let's talk about it."

"I also brought some snacks from the restaurant."

Ms Kiter said as she pulled chocolate chip cookies, butter cookies and cannoli from the pocket of her modest leopard-print apron.She groped for a while, and took out three gold-rimmed porcelain plates and placed them on the wooden table.

Desserts are neatly stacked on porcelain plates, just like preparing an exquisite afternoon tea.

"Which restaurant do you work in?"

"The back kitchen of the Devil's Cafe. Besides there, where is there a kitchen in such a big hell?"

"That's true."

Ms. Kit took two small English teacups from her pocket and set them on the table, which were much more delicate than my clay tea bowls.

"You don't have dessert here, but there is always tea."

"Yes, yes."

I held the earthenware pot holding the tea and carefully poured tea into the small teacup, but the mouth of the teacup was too small, and it was inevitable that the table would get wet.

"Your Eastern Hell is too unrefined, you don't even have a decent teapot."

"Maybe other officials have it, but I don't have it here."

"Then you are too unrefined, you don't even have a decent teapot."

Ms. Kit raised her teacup and took a sip cautiously, frowning: "I guess you don't have sugar cubes here either."

"No."

She put down the teacup, picked up a small Italian cannoli and stuffed it into her mouth, eager to neutralize the bitterness of the tea.

"Why do you work in the Devil's Cafe? Are you a human soul?"

"Who said that there can only be demons in the devil's cafe? There are too many human souls working in the back kitchen. Otherwise, do you think the taste buds of the devil can be relied on? We still have to rely on us to eat."

When Ms. Kit said this, her face was full of pride.

I picked up a butter cookie and took a bite.Immediately, a rich milky aroma melted directly on the tongue, and there was semi-melted sugar in it to make the cookies more chewy.I stared wide-eyed at the cookie, distracted for a few seconds by the sweet onslaught on my taste buds.

"Hmph, how is it, not bad!"

My expression must have betrayed me, Ms. Kit smiled very satisfied at this time.

"Very, very, amazing."

"That's not true. The best raw materials are imported from the world. The pastry chef of the former Michelin three-star restaurant made it himself. It is absolutely delicious."

“Extremely delicious!”

Ms. Kit picked up a cookie and put it in her mouth, frowning critically: "Today's cookie is not soft enough, it's still delicious just out of the oven, after walking such a long way to your side, it's already gone It's cold, it's hard."

"Were you a chef during your lifetime?"

"Me? During my lifetime? Haha, I'm considered a chef!"

"Working at a Michelin restaurant?"

Ms. Kit laughed heartily: "Hahahaha, Michelin has nothing to do with me. I am the mother of thirteen children."

"Thirteen!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah." Ms. Kit sounded disapproving.

"Are they all your own?"

"Seven were born by myself. The year I died, the oldest was 36 years old, and the youngest was three years old.

The two are a pair of brothers and sisters from a cousin's house.Mom ran away and Dad went to jail.I can't bear to see them go to the orphanage and take care of them like my own children.

Adopted a child with some congenital disabilities, and the people in the orphanage said he was hopeless and would be a fool from now on.But I didn't like that child when I first saw it. I thought that child must have something to do with me in a previous life.Fortunately, the other children in the family also agreed, so they took him in.

There is also a neighbor's child who is only brought up by his mother, and will bring different men home every once in a while.The child is often bruised and purple, and he is so hungry and thin.I couldn't stand it, so I allowed the child to eat and sleep with us.Over time, he became a frequent visitor to our house, and I also treated him as my own child. "

"What about the other two children?"

"A cat and a dog named Goldfish."

"What a big family."

"Yes, to feed such a group of people, and to feed so many people every day, my craftsmanship is no worse than that of Michelin."

"Why are there so many children? Do you like children very much?"

"I like it! If you don't like it, you can't raise it! Of course you like it! Do you like children?"

"I'm okay."

"Children are very cute. Watching them run around. Although sometimes they are hateful, but think about them, they are the most clean and innocent people on earth.

When I think of this, I feel that these children are really angels sent by God to bless me. "

"It must be hard managing so many kids, right?"

"It's much harder than managing a company! At least when you manage a company, you don't have to worry about whether your employees have to fight each other over small things every day, right? It's different from children, everything can happen Quarrel.

The big ones take care of the small ones, the little ones are not convinced, and they pinch together without paying attention to them for 3 minutes.

The management company doesn't have to care about whether your employees have a fever, a cold, or some minor illness... don't worry about it.

But taking care of children is different. It is all about watering the little seedlings with love.Sometimes these little seedlings even deliberately anger you, thinking that you are taking too much control.

Hmph, every night when my mother cooks a big meal for you, I don't think I take too much care.Asking them to do their homework means that I have taken too much care. These children are sometimes irritating enough.

Fortunately, many children grow up to be very competitive.Some became rugby players, some became lawyers... Remember that neighbor's kid, he also went to college and got a half scholarship. "

"That's great!"

"Not all children know how to work hard. Every child is different. If you mix yourself up and get lost, there are some."

"Missed?"

Ms. Kit sighed gloomily and took a sip of her bitter tea.

"The third child, went to the local gang, and disappeared at a young age. The sixth child, went to play on the ice lake with his classmates in winter, fell into the water with a plop, and disappeared."

"Have you seen them here since?"

"I haven't seen it before. These children should have become angels, and they won't come to this kind of place."

"Then how did you end up in hell?"

Ms. Kiter stuffed the chocolate chip cookies into her mouth one by one, not tasting them.Her cheeks chewed vigorously up and down, making a crackling sound, and the veins on her forehead bulged slightly with the chewing sound.

"If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."

"My lord, you know that being a mother is stressful."

"Yes, motherhood is exhausting."

"Especially a mother of thirteen children."

"can not imagine."

"So I like to drink a little wine once in a while."

"A little bit, how much is it?"

"Half a bottle of tequila..."

"weekly?"

"Just, I like to drink a little when I have time. About two or three bottles a week."

"So you died from health problems caused by drinking?"

"That's what the doctor said, the body of a 58-year-old, the appearance of a 38-year-old, the viscera of a dying person."

"Alcohol poisoning?"

"Liver disease, chronic liver disease, and then gastric ulcer. Then the lungs didn't work anymore. In short, the body was in a mess."

"Did your kids say anything about your drinking and your body?"

"They didn't know about my excessive drinking until the physical examination report. After the report came out, wouldn't it be too late?

When I was in the hospital, they sometimes came to see me.

I told my boss several times that I don't want to die in the hospital.The boss is a lawyer. He is serious and has his own logic. He can't be talked about normally.He handled the admission procedures for me and paid the admission fee.He said that the hospital is better than home, and if something happens, there will be doctors and nurses to take care of me.There are still children to take care of at home, and I am unable to take care of them now, it will only add to the chaos. "

"What do you think when you hear this?"

"I think what he said made a little sense, so he stayed in the hospital.

But, my heart always feels empty, as if my life is about to wither slowly on this sickbed.This feeling is quite scary.

Especially at night, at night, when only those messy instruments are making noise, I start to miss that noisy home.

There are endless things to do every day, so there is no need to lie down like this.Lying down and doing nothing is really uncomfortable.

I thought, I'm not going to die like this.A little bit unwilling. "

"What are you not willing to do?"

"In my whole life, I have such a big family. I just leave alone when I don't want to leave. Thirteen children, cats and goldfish are not counted, and eleven human children are not by my side when I leave.

Could it be that I have been so busy all my life that I can't even realize such a simple wish? "

"Were you alone when you last left?"

"My lord, I don't know what it was like when you passed away. When I passed away, it was quite strange. Death is not like I imagined. If you say nothing, it will be gone. Death is a process."

"What does the process of dying look like?"

"I thought I was dead, I was floating above the hospital room looking at myself, it was that out-of-body feeling.

In fact, I didn't die. I watched the doctor change the medicine bottle and check my unconscious body.I could even feel the pain of the needles going into my skin, but I was just floating in mid-air, like I was waiting for something. "

"What are you waiting for?"

Ms. Kit sniffed: "I'm waiting for my kids to gather around me and see me off."

"Then did you finally wait?"

"Not all of them came, but in the end five came."

"Then why don't you continue to wait?"

"After drifting for so long and waiting for so long, I know they may never get together. It's good to be able to see me off. I look at them, like time is so fast. It seems that I just saw them when they were young The appearance, the appearance of holding a little bit in my arms, now they all gather beside my bed with serious and sad expressions.

How time flies.I always feel like my life hasn't started yet, why am I leaving now..."

"and then?"

"I didn't want to wait any longer, so I chose to leave. Two angels, one black and one white, appeared in front of me.

The white angel said that following him can go to heaven, following the God I believe in.

The black angel said that if I go to heaven, I will never see my children again.If I go with him, he will take me to a place where I can work, just like the world, doing my best cooking.Maybe one day in that place, I can see my children. "

"You followed the black angel later?"

"Yes, I am a restless person. Although I deeply believe in God, I can't bear to do nothing in heaven. At that time, heaven may be as difficult as hell.

I thought, cooking is actually good, I like it too, and I can see how satisfied the guests are, which suits me.So I followed the black angel.

You know the story later, I worked as a chef in the Devil's Cafe, and now three years have passed. "

"How long do you intend to continue?"

"I plan to do it for 100 years."

"100 years is a long time!"

"In 100 years, my youngest child is about to pass away. If I still don't meet anyone at that time, I will leave happily."

"What if you encounter it? What will you do?"

"When I passed away, I didn't say goodbye to them. I always felt that I owed them a goodbye and wanted to make it up."

The three plates of desserts on the table had been almost emptied, leaving only some cream and biscuit crumbs stuck to the bottom of the plates.Ms Kiter picked up a plate, wiped it off with a napkin at her waist, and put it in the pocket of her leopard-print apron.

"It's good to be able to tell you about this."

"Thank you for the dessert, it's delicious."

"After speaking, I seem to relax a little."

"Just relax, that's fine."

Ms. Kit stood up, her body was not as over-puffed as before, and she seemed a little looser.

"It's time for me to go back to work. I have a lot to do tonight."

"I won't stay for long."

"Then goodbye, my lord, I will give you this pair of teacups as a souvenir."

"Thank you, goodbye."

Ms. Kit took a deep breath and said nothing more.She looked tired, downright tired after a stretched spring had finally let go.

I watched her back and left the office slowly.

(End of this chapter)