My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 124: Chapter 16 Who brought this Sang Long to my restaurant?

Chen Ze initially worried about one question: if a vampire took a picture, would it show up in the photo? freewёbnoνel.com

After all, according to some versions, vampires don’t show up in photos at all, just like ghosts.

However, the image of vampires has gradually shifted from being terrifying to becoming romantic interests, epitomizing wealthy and attractive men and women.

Is this the degradation of morals, or the distortion of human nature? Let’s follow...

Chen Ze stroked his chin, and couldn’t help thinking that humans indeed judge by appearances. Lafra, whether in the photo or in person, was a very beautiful and adorable girl.

Chen Ze stretched out his hand, then finished preparing Reinhardt’s special recommendation for the day and had Betty serve it.

Lafra had just left, taking with her a case of cola and stepping on Chen Ze’s foot before going, which hurt particularly badly.

And the much-afflicted Tony Stark also went back home. Although Chen Ze insisted on settling this meal’s bill with the photograph, Gou Dahu declared that unacceptable, insisting on utilizing his own cash capability.

As a superhero akin to Batman from the DC world, Chen Ze could only admit defeat and also took the watch Gou Dahu had left behind.

Betty brought all the meals to Reinhardt’s table, not feeling too fond of the old man from the Church of Light.

"Manager, can I ask you a question?" Betty stealthily leaned in as Stan had just left, leaving behind a bag of Gold Coins.

"What?" Chen Ze leisurely chopped vegetables, still getting accustomed to his hand.

"If one day, me and your dad were trapped in a fire, whom would you save?" Chen Ze was taken aback by the question and then glanced at Betty.

What had this silly Succubus sneaked a peek at this time?

Chen Ze pondered for a while before giving his answer.

"I would save the fire."

Betty inhaled sharply; she really hadn’t anticipated such an answer. It was just like him.

Reinhardt, in silence, picked up a spoon. The magic of the Crimson Blood Moon made him remember his daughter, who had disappeared after he went to the battlefield.

Reinhardt remembered that when he had returned from the battlefield, he found out his daughter had been taken away by a local Baron.

By the time the distinguished Knight arrived, all he found was the desecrated corpse of his daughter.

And he lacked the power to avenge her because her captor was a nobleman who had also donated a considerable sum to the Church.

"Perhaps, from that moment on, I was already dead..." Reinhardt’s emotions were very low, wondering what he had really been thinking at that time.

Reinhardt thought back to the farmer’s house he had visited today. Looking at the child who was about the same age as his daughter, he never found the courage to act.

"Justice?" Reinhardt took a sip of Paluda. The milk-flavored water was quite sweet. His daughter would have probably liked it if she were alive.

Reinhardt tasted the curry pork chop rice, and couldn’t help but pause, having never eaten the cuisine from this restaurant before, but he had to say, it tasted exceptionally good.

Maybe I can still do something? Reinhardt took out a small wooden carving from his inner pocket and stared absently at the worn little object.

Reinhardt left, as silently as he had come, with even Betty, who was wiping tables and chairs, not noticing.

Reinhardt didn’t skip out on the bill; he left an ornament, a holy figurine adorned with gemstones. No matter how one calculated, it would cover the cost of the meal.

Chen Ze held the ornament Betty passed to him, thoughtfully gazing at the kitchen door before placing the ornament back into the box in his kitchen.

"Betty, you’re off work. Here’s your paycheck for this week," Chen Ze yawned as he handed the gold coins to Betty.

"Thanks, Boss~" Betty changed her clothes and then cheerfully went home.

Chen Ze checked his phone; no messages, which was normal for someone as dull as him.

"Turn off the lights, lock up, and then play some Pokémon," Chen Ze rubbed his eyes and went back to his bedroom.

"How about I make this new dish tomorrow?" Chen Ze looked at his phone before bed, checking a recipe.

"I should also print out the photos," Chen Ze glanced at the photos Tony had sent him via Bluetooth.

It must be said, Tony’s photography skills were quite good, the photo showed Lafra standing next to him with a cute smile on her face.

The next morning, Chen Ze woke up early again, glancing at his phone—it was only half-past six.

"I should go buy some stuff today... and see if I can set up a stall; if I don’t start making some money, I’m really going to be in trouble," Chen Ze was a bit annoyed. Although he now had otherworldly ingredients provided by Alisa, he still needed to prepare some more.

But shortly after heading out, Chen Ze returned because he remembered that Lafra needed a case of cola every day.

So he decided to spend the rest of his money on cola, and for the time being, he would cook using the stored and otherworldly ingredients.

However, before cooking, there was some prep work Chen Ze needed to do.

Since Chen Ze hadn’t worked with these otherworldly ingredients before, he wasn’t familiar with their flavor, and he felt that without understanding them, he might end up making a lot of "dark cuisine."

Like bitter tomato scrambled eggs, or sweet and spicy chicken, for instance.

Then, Chen Ze spent most of the day tasting these otherworldly ingredients, jotting down notes in a small notebook.

"This Bil beef is thicker and juicier than ordinary Earth beef, but it’s tough to chew if not cooked well."

"How come this thing feels like... a cross between tomatoes and cucumbers?"

"So bitter it makes you want to... scream..."

By the time Chen Ze was done sampling the ingredients Alisa had sent, it was already half-past three in the afternoon.

"I don’t think I want to eat anything today," Chen Ze touched his stomach. Although he hadn’t eaten much of each dish, the quantity had added up, and now he felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Let’s open up for business," Chen Ze opened the restaurant doors.

Chen Ze was just about to head back to the kitchen when he heard the sound of wind chimes.

Did a customer really arrive this quickly today?

Chen Ze looked back and saw a red-haired girl with vertical pupils walk in, sporting a tail behind her.

A dragon? Chen Ze instantly recognized her identity.

After all, the most numerous clients here were of the Dragon Clan, practically tripping over them—bigshots as common as dogs.

"Yo, human lad, do you know that a dragon’s life is full of ups and downs, downs, downs, downs, downs, downs?" Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; what kind of a downer motivational talk was that to start with?

Especially with that morbid tone, Chen Ze felt like he had been hit with a debuff that brought his mood down.