Transmigrated into a reversed world
Chapter 202 - 202: Should he eat or not?

''Why are you still here?'' Viktor asked as he turned the light off. Kyle followed his movement as he dished the food.

''Add mine. I'm forcing my taste buds to try your food, you should be grateful.'' Kyle responded nonchalantly, refusing to admit he was hungry.

Viktor ignored him, but Kyle grabbed Zane's plate instead. Viktor shot him a murderous glare before plating another food.

Kyle picked up the fork and twirled the noodles around it before putting it in his mouth.

His face flushed as he chewed. It wasn't chef-level, but it packed a spicy punch.

Kyle filled a cup of milk for himself and chugged it down, his burning throat soothed.

''Did you pour a container of pepper into the food? Haa…'' Kyle asked as he blew on his tongue. Though he complained, he continued eating, and the milk container remained on the table.

Sweat coated Viktor's flushed face as he hurriedly poured himself another cup of milk.

A sigh of relief escaped his lips, as his tongue soothed. His eyes gleamed with pride for making a complete meal, his only error was the quantity of pepper.

The door opened and they turned to see Zane entering. Viktor pointed at the food on the counter, too engrossed in eating and drinking milk.

Zane eyed their strange way of eating and hesitated before glancing at the food warily.

'Should he eat or not?' This question warred in his mind and he chose to eat. He forked the noodles and as he chewed, his face contorted.

He chewed it quickly and blew on his tongue, following their actions to drink milk. ''Haa… it's good.'' Zane praised Viktor, internally hoping for a chef to be employed immediately.

He doesn't know if he could survive another dose of this type of food. They ate their meal in silence, their lips reddened and swollen from the spiciness.

……

Mira stretched her waist. She had been using her spare time to record all the tropical fruits and herbs found on the island in a document.

Later she planned to sort out the ones that weren't found in other cities and sell at a high price.

She planned to branch into food and beverages—fermented drinks, jams, dried snacks, and condiments.

The herbs were very useful as well.

Mira could see the infinite possibilities with these fruits spanned across the island.

The attack halted her exploration—she could only document the images her drone had captured earlier.

She has written down twenty fruits and ten herbs. And she hadn't controlled the drone over the whole Island, showing there were still untapped resources she hadn't chanced upon.

She was getting to her goal step by step; she couldn't wait to rob that Black aristocratic family of their business, cosmetics and health care being their main line of business.

A sharp glint flashed In her eyes. 'I built you up, and I can just as easily tear you down.' Hatred laced her thoughts as those womens face flashed in her mind.

She knew by now, those women would only consume the money, she made for them—even if she doesn't attack them, she gives them five years for the company to fall.

None of them had business skills or knew more about managing their expenses. Mira shook her head, her gaze stopping on her suitcase, where the blue chip was placed.

A sigh escaped her lips, wondering when she could bring this groundbreaking research to Madam.

She hoped the people she raised were doing well, trusting that the money she set aside would sustain them until the space project began.

Mira leaned back in her chair, exhaustion weighing on her after the past few stressful days.

A growl echoed into the room, and she opened her eyes, rubbing her stomach as she got up from her seat.

As she left the room, the sound of cars drew her attention. Peering out the window, she counted seven vehicles parked in front of the staff quarters.

"Oh, it seems the new people are here." Louis's voice suddenly came from the side, startling Mira slightly.

She nodded and watched people get down as she counted mentally. ''It would get lively around here.'' Muttering out loud she turned to Louis.

"Make sure you guard against them. We don't know if they came with ulterior motives." Mira warned, the attack still left a shadow in his mind.

Louis's expression sank, his heart skipping a beat as he thought of a killer masquerading as a friend to attack when you least expected.

The joy of seeing new people faded from Louis's face; instead, his eyes gleamed with caution as he glanced at their figures.

Mira noticed the shift in him and wanted to reassure him that not everyone was an enemy, but she stayed silent. It was better, she thought, that he be cautious than careless.

Camille glanced around her surroundings, marvelling at the mansion and waterfall beside the glass house.

The air felt different, salty and earthly—away from the sweat and odour of the cities. She knew she was exaggerating—but she was just relieved to finally stop running.

"Pick a room with your position labelled on the door," Kyle Instructed as he went into the staff quarters, with their figures following cautiously behind.

Kyle pulled the chefs aside. "The three of you will compete tonight. The winner gets to handle the mansion's meals."

The three women glanced at each other, sparks of rivalry and ambition flashing in their eyes.

The thought of cooking for the boss's family was more tempting than cooking for their fellow staff members.

They were determined to go all out, pouring everything they had learned into tonight's meal.

"The rest of you wash up; we'll be assessing the chef's skills tonight," Kyle informed the crowd and their stomach growled comparatively in response.

Mira heard this and decided to wait a little longer for the meal. She ate some fruits to satisfy her hunger while the chef prepared the food.

As the moons hung in the sky, the tables were laden with an array of dishes, each more tantalizing than the last, their aroma filling the air.

The aroma wafting from them made Mira and the rest drool, their stomach making growling sounds.

"These are lamb chops, with saliva chicken and ink pasta." One of the chefs Introduced her food, motioning for them to begin.

No one needed to be told twice, they picked up their utensil and dug in. Moans and exclamations filled the room as they devoured the food.

While they ate Cyra woke from slumber, her eyes opened, and she got up slowly from the bed, her hair cascading loosely over her shoulders.