My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 126: Chapter Eighteen: Fried Chicken Legs and 173 Go Better Together

Chen Ze took a deep breath, gripping the table as he resisted the urge to activate the magic circle.

"Do you have any gold coins?" Chen Ze had already sized up Flemea. She didn’t seem like the type to carry ingredients on her.

"Gold coins? I don’t have many left, just ten, and that’s probably not enough," Flemea retracted her tail, felt around her body, and took out ten gold coins, placing them on the table.

Chen Ze accepted the gold coins; they were still warm. "That’s enough, thank you for your patronage, and welcome to visit again."

"Young human, don’t you want to know where these gold coins came from~" Flemea said, wearing a teasing smile.

"I don’t want to know." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, deciding to speak less with this Sang Long lest he be annoyed to death.

"Eh~ Why not? Didn’t you feel their warmth? I kept them hidden away specially~" Flemea said, feigning shyness.

Normally, in such a situation, Chen Ze, as a healthy young man, would have his imagination run wild, or at the very least involuntarily fantasize a bit.

But before Chen Ze could speak, Flemea leaned in, sized him up from top to bottom, and clicked her tongue twice.

"Poor little virgin boy, even after what I said, you have no reaction. You couldn’t be..."

"I really don’t care at all!" Annoyed, Chen Ze controlled the magic circle and lifted Flemea up, then tossed her out.

Chen Ze would rather spend time studying new recipes than continue talking with Flemea.

However, this was the first time Chen Ze had actively thrown a customer out, which made him somewhat regretful. If he had another chance, he would choose to kick Flemea out.

After all, it felt more satisfying to kick someone out than using a magic circle.

Chen Ze stretched, trying hard to alleviate his foul mood, but found it ineffective.

"Time for some snacks," Chen Ze put on a headband and headed back to the kitchen.

Chen Ze loved to eat, especially when watching movies or reading novels. If he wasn’t munching on something, he felt uncomfortable all over.

Fortunately, Chen Ze exercised daily, so he didn’t get fat.

"For snacks... Potato chips? French fries?" Chen Ze frowned but then dismissed the idea.

Making potato chips and fries wasn’t hard. Chen Ze’s knife skills, though not good enough to prepare silken tofu, were adequate for cutting fries.

"Let’s make some fried chicken... right, fried chicken." Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, but didn’t finish his sentence. After all, saying "fried chicken" could give a different impression.

Fried chicken seemed magical to Chen Ze, with his earliest memory of it coming from Golden Arches. Later, he learned from a female classmate that Korea also had fried chicken.

In those days, Korean dramas were popular, and Chen Ze had seen many boys mimic the protagonists’ flirtatious moves and end up having their parents called in.

"Fried chicken and beer are a perfect match~" Chen Ze couldn’t count how many times he’d heard his female deskmate say that.

If that female deskmate hadn’t been 1.4 meters tall and 108 kilograms, Chen Ze might have been tempted to try out the fried chicken and beer combo.

Chen Ze took out several chicken legs, dipped them in egg wash, coated them with starch, ensured they were well-covered, and then rolled them in bread crumbs.

"Writing a recipe is not easy these days." Chen Ze complained while turning the frying chicken legs in the oil and browsing his phone.

"Tsk, tsk, this recipe... you’d think it’s an academic paper. What the heck is the Maillard reaction?" Chen Ze scrolled with his finger, feeling like he’d been a chef in vain.

"Being a chef is tough, having to cook and write papers," Chen Ze shook his head.

Chen Ze genuinely admired the person who wrote several thousand words about fried chicken legs.

Soon, Chen Ze had the fried chicken legs ready on a plate.

As expected, there was no system prompt, and Chen Ze didn’t earn any experience, apparently, this simple dish didn’t qualify for that.

Chen Ze sprinkled some chili powder on it and was ready to wash his hands and start gnawing on a chicken leg.

"Manager~ I’m coming... huh?" The sound of the wind chime and Betty’s voice came in together.

Chen Ze rolled his eyes and silently took another ten chicken legs out of the fridge.

"Manager~" Betty squeezed into the kitchen, her eyes fixed on the chicken legs that Chen Ze had placed on the cupboard.

"Go take a shower and change your clothes first, then you can come eat," Chen Ze said as he tossed the breaded chicken legs into the frying oil.

"Okay!" Hearing Betty scamper upstairs, Chen Ze’s mouth twitched.

Many times Chen Ze wondered what on earth he had taken in back then? freёwebnovel.com

Knowing it was a succubus, Chen Ze might otherwise have thought he had taken in a starving ghost.

By the time Chen Ze had the ten fried chicken legs plated, Betty was already sitting on a chair next to him.

Chen Ze took out a chilled Coke from the fridge; he still preferred fried chicken legs with Coke—a hot, high-calorie chicken leg followed by a swig of carbonated Coke, it was the method for nurturing a happy, chubby lifestyle.

"Ding Zang ah," Betty, biting into a chicken leg with her mouth full, looked like a hamster.

"Swallow before you talk," Chen Ze took a bite of his chicken leg; the crispy texture was fantastic.

"Mmm... Manager, I wanted to ask, how do I beat that monster that’s covered in lightning?" Betty patted her chest to swallow the chicken leg, then mimicked Chen Ze in taking a sip of Coke.

Chen Ze silently finished the chicken leg in his hand and took out a napkin to wipe his hands.

"Are you talking about the Zinogre?" Chen Ze asked calmly.

"Don’t know, I’ve been slapped to death by it several times," Betty shook her head; she couldn’t read at all.

"Heh... Now I know why my save file is gone, you bastard, die!" Only a ghost knows how Chen Ze felt when he opened Monster Hunter and found his save file missing again.

"I specifically chose a different game, and you just had to go and overwrite my save file too?" Chen Ze felt like he was about to lose it.

If anger could enhance one’s strength, Chen Ze felt like he could enter the Super Saiyan level at any moment. freēwebnovel.com

Just as Chen Ze was contemplating whether to chop Betty up and make succubus meat soup, the wind chime rang again.

Betty dashed out at top speed, feeling that if she stayed in the kitchen any longer, she might really be in mortal danger.

"Respected guest, welcome to the Dream Restaurant, may I ask what you’d like... no one?" Betty’s puzzled voice came from the restaurant.

Meanwhile, Chen Ze, looking at the inexplicable sculpture in front of him, felt a bit of stomach ache.

There were many sculptures, but one that looked like this, Chen Ze only knew one.

"SCP-173?"