[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se":3,"chapter-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1635":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villain MMORPG: Almighty Devil Emperor and His Seven Demonic Wives",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},662854,893,"Chapter 1629: Never Mess with People Who Handle Your Food","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1635",1635,"\u003Cp>Villain Ch 1629. Never Mess with People Who Handle Your Food\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You ruined my kitchen last week with that viral cake,\" Michael snapped. \"Now taste mine. And acknowledge it. Out loud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen looked at Jordan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordan just sipped his wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen looked at Emma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned in. \"If this gives you food poisoning, I’ll post it on two forums and a private subreddit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay. I’ll eat later,\" he said, shifting back slightly in his chair. \"I mean, if I eat this now, I can’t... eat your perfect pasta.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chef Michael, who had been waiting with the discipline of a military sniper, leaned in slowly—expression unreadable, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is not just... a pasta, young man,\" he said, voice low like a man delivering sacred scripture. \"This is a twelve-layer handmade lasagna infused with smoked white truffle reduction, aged gouda bechamel, and imported flame basil. I braised the ragu for four hours. FOUR.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen blinked. \"Ah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The noodles were rolled by hand. With imported flour. On a marble board I had flown in from overseas. I didn’t cook this. I composed it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma leaned back in her chair with a slow, impressed nod. \"Chef Michael is in his villain arc again.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen held up both hands in surrender. \"Okay, okay—I’ll eat the pasta first. Then the cake. Alright?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chef Michael gave a short nod. \"Fair.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen forced a polite smile, already bracing his taste buds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because no matter how good it was, Michael would be watching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen picked up his fork like a man stepping onto a battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pasta—whatever overly sacred name Michael gave it—sat steaming on his plate like a divine offering. Layered. Glossy. Unapologetically rich. The smell alone hit like a warm punch to the nose. Creamy, cheesy, and dangerously inviting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay, yeah. It was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like, good good. The kind of good that made him want to close his eyes and sigh like he was in a slow-motion food commercial on an elite cooking channel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also... too creamy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like, a rich-people level of creamy that made his taste buds scream for a little balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chewed slower, carefully placing his fork down like it might explode if he moved wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded once. \"It’s good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also—Allen remembered one of life’s golden rules, \"Never mess with people who handle your food.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially if that someone was Chef Michael—an emotionally repressed culinary genius with a vendetta list and a knife collection that had its own locked drawer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So yeah. Allen still wanted his life. Preferably unpoisoned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He kept his expression neutral, maybe a little respectful, definitely not sarcastic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if his taste buds were swimming in cheese.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma, sitting across from him, was already on her second bite. Her eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh yeah. Good. This is nice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was genuine. That made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael narrowed his eyes and turned to Allen, who immediately tensed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your face lacks genuine expression, young master,\" the chef said flatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen deadpanned, swallowing thickly. \"My face always looks like this. I never overly show emotion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael raised a brow. \"Really.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the tension could ignite into a verbal culinary brawl, Jordan cut neatly into his serving and lifted the bite to his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chewed. Smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then dropped the boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s a bit creamy for my tastebud.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen froze. Mid-chew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soul briefly left his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma, next to him, let out a sharp little \"pffft\" and quickly pressed her lips together, trying not to laugh while looking at her lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael turned his whole body toward Jordan with the same energy one might turn toward a heretic at the Last Supper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordan gave a slow nod. \"Yes. Not too much. Just a little. The others are perfect, like always.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael stood still for a long moment. Then gave the most professional nod known to mankind. \"I will fix it next time. Thank you for your suggestion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen exhaled like he’d just survived a boss fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They continued to eat, conversation returning to semi-normal. The pasta was a hit, creamy or not, and Allen finished it politely while occasionally glancing at Michael just to be sure he wasn’t writing down his name in a Death Book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the plates were cleared, Michael returned with a final flourish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chocolate cake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just a cake. This one looked straight out of a fantasy cutscene. Dark sheen. Subtle shine. A little gold leaf on top, because of course there was. It didn’t just sit on the plate. It rested—like a smug noble who knew no other cake dared challenge it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael placed a slice in front of each of them and stepped back like a general awaiting judgment from the gods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now eat my cake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma picked up her fork and stabbed it in with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen hesitated for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rematch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Round two of the dessert war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took the first bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And damn it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smooth, dark, perfectly bitter with just the right hint of sweetness. It didn’t try to impress. It just was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen chewed slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as he looked up, he caught Michael’s eyes across the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man wasn’t smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was that faint flicker—just a sliver—of smug victory. Like he knew. Like he had waited for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen met that look, lifted his fork again, and muttered under his breath, \"This is good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma beamed, chocolate already on her cheek. \"Em~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordan took a bite, nodded once. \"This is perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Michael folded his arms, but didn’t back away. Instead, he leaned forward just slightly, eyes locked on Allen like he was issuing a formal culinary duel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So?\" he said, voice cool, deliberate. \"What do you think?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Allen blinked, sensing the trap. \"I just said it’s good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" Michael said, narrowing his eyes. \"Not just good. I want you to compare. My cake... or that viral shop cake you brought here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jordan didn’t hesitate. \"Yours.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emma wiped chocolate off her chin. \"You, one hundred percent. That viral one tasted like it was trying too hard.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1019,"2026-06-02T07:44:34.753Z",1,"novelbin.me","120e5998369a9210c58719413c4c3daba1365da97ff69d49080cb789ec5c6882","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1636","villain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-chapter-1634",2048,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-mmorpg-almighty-devil-emperor-and-his-se-cover.jpg"]