My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 111: Chapter 3 The Attempt at Magical Mapo Tofu

I’m Chen Ze, and I’m quite panicked right now.

Chen Ze was gloomily cooking in the kitchen, watching the video he recorded on his phone while trying to replicate the cooking process of Liu Maoxing.

This was Chen Ze’s unique way of relieving stress. Once he started cooking, Chen Ze would become very focused, which meant he was less likely to think about the things that annoyed him.

Although this was not really useful because in the end, what had to be faced would still have to be faced. Just like not wanting Monday to come, but when Sunday hits 23:59:59, Monday would still arrive on time.

Chen Ze touched his chin, he had almost figured out Liu Maoxing’s cooking process, after all, with the video on his phone, he could watch it any way he wanted.

"I might as well give it a go myself," Chen Ze stretched lazily and began to make his own Magical Mapo Tofu.

[You made a barely-satisfactory Magical Mapo Tofu, your Otherworldly Cooking Experience has increased by 3 points.]

Chen Ze looked joyfully at the plate of Magical Mapo Tofu in front of him, he had finally made his first genuinely luminous dish.

Although the dish wasn’t shining much, and with the lights off, it was only visible like the light of fireflies in the dark.

"Manager, what is this?" Betty peered through the door frame, eagerly eyeing the Magical Mapo Tofu in front of Chen Ze.

Betty’s instincts told her that this dish was going to be tastier than anything she’d had before.

"This is Magical Mapo Tofu. What, you want some?" Chen Ze could clearly see what Betty was hinting at.

Betty nodded rapidly, so fast that Chen Ze wondered if her head might fall off.

"Go ahead and eat." Chen Ze pushed the tofu towards her and handed her a bowl of rice as well.

Eating Huaxia cuisine still required pairing it with rice, even if it was a dish that glowed.

"What’s that on your head?" Chen Ze was a bit puzzled; he remembered that Betty didn’t have that thing on her head yesterday.

"Umm... a magic hairpin bought from the goblin market." Betty spoke with her mouth open, panting; the just-out-of-the-pan Magical Mapo Tofu was hot.

Chen Ze looked confused. He couldn’t understand what Betty was saying, which made him suspect that perhaps the translation feature of the Arcane Wisdom Stone had expired.

Betty waved her hand with a rhythmic flair, especially when combined with her almost-lolling tongue speech, it created an unexpectedly familiar sensation.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. What was this, a succubus rapping?

"Stop, stop, stop, swallow what’s in your mouth then talk," Chen Ze sighed and took out a cup of ice lemonade from the refrigerator, passing it to Betty.

Betty looked relieved as she struggled to swallow down the rice and Mapo Tofu in her mouth, then took a large gulp of the lemonade.

Seeing the refreshed expression on Betty’s face, Chen Ze sighed, feeling somewhat regretful about hiring this succubus as a waitress.

"It’s a Magic Hairpin I bought," Betty said with pride, touching the flower-like hairpin on her head.

Chen Ze thought that this kind of big floral hairpin would definitely be unpopular on Earth, looking rather tacky with a sense of fashion from the Republic of China era.

"A Magic Hairpin? What’s its use?" Chen Ze was still very curious, after all, it was a magical item.

"Humph~" Betty smirked proudly, took off the Magic Hairpin, and placed it on the table. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"When it touches water, it goes ’kilakika’, ’dokidoki’ and starts glowing~" Betty poured a bit of lemon water on it, and then the flower started flashing non-stop, with a particularly rhythmic pattern.

Chen Ze couldn’t help but scratch his head, feeling the flashing rhythm strangely familiar.

"Ding... ding... ding-ding-ding..." Isn’t this the healing sound effect from the Pokémon Center? Chen Ze finally remembered.

"How much... how much did you pay for this thing?" Chen Ze couldn’t bear to look directly anymore, as the flower had been persistently flickering for a full ten minutes.

And it kept changing colors! Chen Ze felt his eyes were about to go blind; the flower was practically a portable source of optical pollution.

"Three silver coins. The goblin who sold me the flower said it was some limited-time, limited-edition product that was originally priced at 1 Gold Coin." Watching Betty’s smug expression, Chen Ze thought that being part of the ’show-off clan’ might be quite fitting for Betty.

Chen Ze sighed, feeling as the manager, it was necessary to discuss with Betty what economics was, how to establish a rational consumer mindset, and what is called a more advanced social system.

Then let Betty take the spark of thought back to the Otherworld, so the natives there could see what they call a small spark in the prairie, capable of igniting a wildfire... ah no, a spark that can start a blazing inferno.

But before Chen Ze’s grand idea could be implemented, he heard the sound of a wind chime and a very familiar voice.

"Hmph, humans, I just remembered that I forgot to take my cola yesterday." Lafra’s voice was as pleasant as ever, but to Chen Ze, it sounded like the tolling bell of doom.

For whom does the bell toll? The bell-ringer Lafra today declared she would make a certain unscrupulous boss lie down and be carried out.

"Miss Lafra, welcome to the Dream Restaurant~" Betty rushed out to greet the guest, for it was part of her diligent work duties.

"Eh?" That was Betty’s surprised voice.

"Hmm?" That was Lafra’s puzzled voice.

The utterly bald Chen Ze couldn’t help sticking his head out to look, and then he saw a flower atop Lafra’s head, looking exactly like the three-silver-coin limited edition on Betty’s head.

"Miss Lafra, you bought one of these too." Suddenly, Betty felt quite proud. Who was Lafra? The Queen of the Negative Plane, that’s who. Buying the same hairpin as her, did that mean Betty shared the same taste in aesthetics as Lafra?

"This? I didn’t buy it; it was simply a tribute from one of my subordinates," Lafra said carelessly.

Looking at the blood-red flower on Lafra’s head, Chen Ze guessed why Lafra might be willing to wear it.

"Lafra, your... does that have any function?" Chen Ze really wanted to ask if Lafra’s flower also flashed because Betty’s flower was still blinking.

"Mine?" Lafra touched the hairpin on her head.

"Hmph! Why should I tell you? You shameless human, unless you kneel and kiss my feet, I won’t let you know!" Lafra turned her face away, wearing a "beg me" expression.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he really wanted to say, I truly couldn’t care less!

After all, compared to having another twinkling flower in the restaurant, Chen Ze felt this was better.

"So, Lafra, would you like to eat something?" Chen Ze tried to change the subject, as he couldn’t offer a cold cola.

"You! You damned bastard!" Lafra stomped her foot in anger.

This bastard actually didn’t come begging?