My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 109: Chapter 1 This is Neither Science nor Magic

"What’s the principle behind this?" Tony Stark was a bit puzzled. He had eaten many dishes in his time, including those made by top chefs, and had tasted the most exquisite ingredients Earth had to offer, but this was still a first for him. freewebnovёl.ƈom

"Sir, the analysis shows that the dish in front of you contains no radioactive elements, nor any components harmful to the human body," Jarvis dutifully reported his analysis to Tony.

Chen Ze chuckled, having specially requested Liu Maoxing to divide a portion of Magical Mapo Tofu into two, just to see Tony’s astonished face.

"But even after watching once more, I still can’t learn it..." Chen Ze felt a bit down. Liu Maoxing had made him a serving of Magical Mapo Tofu, which Chen Ze had observed from start to finish, but he still couldn’t master these amazing culinary arts.

Chen Ze touched his phone, thankful that he had recorded the process; otherwise, Chen Ze might have cried himself to death.

Tony hesitated, the Magical Mapo Tofu in front of him glowing with a golden light, initially causing Tony to wonder if Chen Ze meant to harm him by making a radioactive dish.

However, Jarvis’s analysis showed no abnormalities, leaving Tony somewhat conflicted about whether to eat it or not.

The air was filled with a rich aroma, constantly teasing Tony’s sense of smell and making him inadvertently swallow his saliva.

Chen Ze shook his head and went back to the kitchen. Since the Magical Mapo Tofu was already served, if Tony didn’t eat it, Chen Ze would save it for dinner.

After a long hesitation, Tony finally couldn’t resist the tempting aroma in the air, scooped up a spoonful of Mapo Tofu—he wasn’t adept with chopsticks.

The moment he put it in his mouth, Tony couldn’t help but exhale hotly; it was very spicy, followed by a strong numbing sensation that kept stimulating his taste buds.

After biting down a couple of times, Tony then felt a crispy texture like that of eating meat, and the savory taste made him scoop up another spoonful...

Chen Ze didn’t watch the famous Iron Man eat; he was busy steaming buns.

Upon lifting the lid of the steamer, a rich fragrance filled the kitchen, and Chen Ze also saw the prompt on his kitchen countertop.

[You’ve made ten ordinary thin-skinned buns, which adds 30 points to your pastry-making experience.]

"Hmm, as expected, they’re just ordinary. It looks like I can’t make anything better until my culinary skills improve," Chen Ze shook his head, placed a thin-skinned bun on a plate, and brought it out.

Then Chen Ze saw Tony spacing out, resting his chin on his hand with a look of unsatisfied longing.

This made Chen Ze involuntarily shiver; he suddenly felt that if he were in a hotel, smoking a cigarette right now, it would match Tony’s expression even better.

"Here are the thin-skinned buns, please enjoy," Chen Ze placed the buns in front of Tony, ready to leave, when he heard Tony’s question.

"Tell me, what exactly is this Magical Grandma Tofu?" Chen Ze’s mouth twitched—Magical Grandma Tofu, what in the world was that?

"Guest, this is Magical Mapo Tofu," Chen Ze couldn’t resist correcting.

"This dish... it’s very unique... hard to describe in words." Tony felt as if everything he ate before was crap; this was the real deal.

"This isn’t scientific! I’ve never seen food that glows before! What’s the principle here? No radioactive substances, no fungi; how did you do it? Could it be the magic you mentioned earlier?" Tony was very excited, firing off several questions in a row.

Chen Ze couldn’t help scratching his head—how should he explain it? The dishes Liu Maoxing created could glow; in fact, it wasn’t just about glowing. In "China’s Little Head Chef," there were even dishes that could control people’s hearts.

It was nothing close to magic.

"Guest, this isn’t magic; it’s just culinary skill," Chen Ze gave up on the idea of explaining and thought it would be better to let Tony figure it out on his own. Who knows, maybe he would really discover something?

Chen Ze returned to the kitchen, took a thin-skinned bun, and placed it in a bowl. He planned to go upstairs to wake Yuna up.

But as soon as Chen Ze stepped out of the kitchen, he heard the sound of the wind chime.

Chen Ze turned his head and saw Stan walk in with a calm expression. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Mr. Stan, please take a seat for a moment. The usual for you?" Chen Ze rubbed his hands excitedly.

Stan was a guest with 1.1 times the strength of Lafra. He could definitely tell if the problem with Yuna had been resolved.

"Mhm." Stan nodded and took his usual seat, opposite Tony Stark.

Chen Ze immediately went upstairs. He needed to quickly call Yuna down and then prepare twenty servings of Buffet for Stan.

"Sir, the guest opposite you seems a bit unusual," Jarvis warned Tony, who was still pondering.

Tony looked up and saw a middle-aged man with a sullen face sitting across from him, dressed in strange clothes that made him look like an actor who had just finished performing in ’Lord of the Rings.’

"Sir, this guest has no body temperature," Tony said, surprised as he looked at Stan. All humans have body temperatures; those without are basically dead. As long as you’re alive, your body has a temperature, even on a snowy mountain.

Yet this ordinary-looking middle-aged man had no body temperature?

"The manager just said this man is Mr. Stan, he must be a regular," Jarvis quickly analyzed.

"Then let it be," Tony wiped his mouth. Although the restaurant didn’t seem like much, the food they made was indeed delicious.

Especially the first dish, that Magical Mapo Tofu, was very tasty.

The thin-skinned buns that followed were also good, but compared to the Magical Mapo Tofu, they fell short.

Tony checked the time and planned to wait for Chen Ze to come down and pay for the meal.

"Yuna, sit there, and let Uncle’s friend take a look at you," Chen Ze brought Yuna down and sat next to Stan.

"Stan, I’ll trouble you with checking Yuna’s soul this time as a payment for the meal. See if there’s still any black substance in her soul," Chen Ze said before he proceeded to the kitchen to prepare Buffet.

Then, Chen Ze was stopped by Tony.

"I’m very satisfied. How much is the meal?" Tony took out a credit card generously.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; they couldn’t process card payments here.

"Sorry, guest, we can’t use your world’s money here. Please pay the meal with... something else," Chen Ze initially wanted to say ingredients but then thought about Tony’s world and gave up the idea.

"Your world? Is this a different world?" Tony caught the keyword.

"No problem, the child’s soul is very clean," Stan spoke the words Chen Ze wanted to hear the most.