Ultraman: I, Ultimate Hyperzeton

There are so many intelligent lives in the universe. Su Yang thought that he would always meet someone who understood his food, but he didn't expect that none of these people knew how to appreciate it.

So what if it’s reproductive organs? As long as it tastes good and doesn’t cause any negative effects on people after eating it, it’s a good ingredient.

However, several DEUS agents obviously found it difficult to understand this. They had been eating happily just now, but now they were all lying on the toilet and vomiting.

"It's a blasphemy to food." Su Yang said angrily.

"Sir, I've always believed that ordinary life in the universe cannot appreciate your food because their level is too low," Barulu comforted.

"Yes, Baruru, I see that your level has improved recently. Try it." Su Yang smiled, tore off a piece of Red King's arm meat and handed it to Baruru.

Barulu regretted what he had just said and smiled bitterly: "I am also an ordinary life form of low level in the universe..."

"Cut~"

After waving his hand, Su Yang sat down at the dining table, took out his exclusive tableware, and began to taste the food he had made.

"Hmm~, this braised Red King's arm, both the heat and the sauce are perfect, it can be considered the culmination of my years of culinary skills."

"And this Guvira soup, simmered slowly over low heat, is thick and sticky. The thick soup is topped with the killer cypress I found on the plant planet. It's a perfect match, a perfect match!"

The lonely gourmet began to taste his food, nodding as he ate.

In the toilet, the three agents vomited and collapsed, and finally walked out holding on to the wall.

"Please don't do this next time." At the toilet door, Zhan Jier stood in front of the three agents and gave a stern warning.

"What?" S asked.

Zhanjier: "It's really rude to spit out the food you just put in your mouth."

"From now on, when you taste my food, you can only swallow my compliments and not vomit or lose your composure. Otherwise, my sword will not recognize you!" As he said this, Zhan Keer showed his sword in the form of a spaceman. The blade was shining silver and cold.

K asked: "Is this what the store manager meant, or..."

"It was my own decision. Although you acted relaxed, you take food very seriously. I would be sad to be treated like this by you." Zhan Jier said proactively.

"I understand. Next time you try a dish, we will only give compliments." JIN held onto the wall and straightened up.

K expressed his opinion: "I still think it will be fine if I don't eat it in the future."

"Wait, you are so loyal to your master. You know he will be happy if someone praises his cooking, so why don't you eat it yourself?" S discovered the blind spot and stared into Zhan Jier's eyes.

Zhan Jier felt guilty for a moment: "This..."

"I am a demon-slaying swordsman. I cannot taste the food of this world. (???;)"

By the time the three agents reached the dining table, Su Yang had already cleared all the food from the plates and soup pots, and was now wiping his mouth with a napkin like a gentleman.

"Sorry, I've finished eating. You won't have the pleasure." Su Yang smiled and gave S a look.

S obviously didn't understand, and his face was full of confusion: "What's that look in your eyes? It's too weird."

Su Yang: "Nonsense, you are working in a coffee shop now, you are my servant, I am giving you a look, of course I want you to clean up the mess."

"Okay." S stepped forward and started to clean up, asking, "How many years will it take me to pay it off? I need an exact number."

Su Yang threw the napkin aside and said, "One hundred years may not be enough. You know, you are praying to a god to help you."

"But considering that you humans don't live to be a hundred years old, I shortened the time tenfold to just ten years."

"You won't get any salary for the next ten years, but you can drink the coffee in the store. You have to work eight hours a day except when you have tasks to do, and you can't disobey the boss." Su Yang stretched out his index finger and shook it left and right.

S's eyes widened, his chest heaving. "No salary, ten years of work for nothing? And I have to obey you in everything? Am I your employee or your servant?"

"Employees' wages are not as high as servants'." Su Yang raised his head slightly: "You are not qualified to be my servant. (￣⊿￣)"

S: “…”

"That's really too much, I *…"

K and JIN restrained the hot-tempered S in time and reminded him: "You are no match for him. He can crush a city with just one finger. It's only been ten years. Don't be impulsive."

K: "Also, you can drink coffee for free. You know how expensive their coffee is. Drinking two cups a day is equivalent to a day or two's salary for an office worker. You can return your wages."

S felt that this person was a loser: "Do you want this blessing?"

Jin then advised: "Based on my observations these days, the store manager is actually not that strict with his employees. Most of the time he doesn't care."

K thought of another benefit: "Besides, since you both work in the coffee shop, humans can ask the manager for help if they encounter any problems in the future."

"You know, the store manager's small effort is a huge help to us!"

"That's true." Agent S nodded. Although the store manager was a bit dark-hearted, his strength was undeniable.

After some hesitation, S nodded: "Okay, I'll work for you."

Then, Barulu took out the prepared contract and began to read: "Agent S, original name... Is this self-explanatory? Okay, then there's no need to read it. Anyway, the final right of interpretation belongs to the store."

After signing the humiliating "indenture", S became an employee of a coffee shop, punching in for work every day regardless of the weather.

Because there are not many customers in the coffee shop every day, after S, who has a lower status, joins, Barulu is liberated and is more relaxed in the coffee shop every day than the boss.

A few days later, Su Yang couldn't stand it anymore and told Barulu to get out of his sight and go play outside.

Because of this, Barulu witnessed a murder on a thunderstorm night...

A few days later, Barulu, soaking wet, suddenly returned to the coffee shop panting. As soon as he entered the door, he picked up the kettle and drank it rapidly.

The attentive Zhan Jier noticed something was wrong and approached with concern: "What's wrong?"

"I encountered a murder case." After a pause, Barulu said word by word.

"You must have seen a lot of things like this, so why are you so nervous?" After the false alarm, Zhan Jier returned to his job.

"This time it's different. The murderer this time is a man in a red skirt, a pervert." Barulu felt a chill down his spine as he recalled the situation at that time.

Su Yang, who was making coffee for himself, heard this and came over curiously. He put his hand on Barulu's head and started reading his memory...