My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 149: Chapter 9 Flemea’s Memories

"Flemea? Are you alright?" Chen Ze looked toward the Sang Long who had just pushed the door open; her condition was clearly not good.

Her weary expression and the scars on her tail all indicated that she had just been through a battle.

Meanwhile, Alisa shivered. Was there anything more awkward than the unfortunate sap just happening to hear their conversations?

Now Alisa understood why Chen Ze suddenly decided not to buy meat; after all, even she herself wouldn’t buy her friend’s flesh to cook with.

However... What worried Alisa now was that the Red Dragon she had just placed on the chopping board, ready to be chopped up by her, was now sitting beside her, chin propped up, watching her.

The gaze from Flemea was immensely pressuring; Alisa twisted uncomfortably, trying to move to another table, but Flemea stopped her.

"Did you just, want to buy my meat?" Flemea pressed on Alisa’s shoulder, smiling at Chen Ze.

"Yeah, I thought about it, that was before I knew you," Chen Ze admitted frankly, since it was indeed the truth.

"Oh~ And here I thought some virgin was buying my meat for some unspeakable deed~" Flemea teased with a playful smile.

Chen Ze rolled his eyes; he was becoming more and more accustomed to Flemea’s teasing, just like being called a fool by a good brother, completely indifferent.

"Flemea, you’ve scared my customer," Chen Ze said helplessly, glancing at Flemea while Alisa turned pale.

"Tsk tsk, wanting to buy my meat, and yet showing such little courage." Flemea shook her head and let go of her grip. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She wasn’t very bothered by this human merchant wanting to buy her meat; after all, she knew that ever since she was exiled from the Dragon Clan, there had been countless intelligent beings interested in her.

Even that morning when she encountered that group of dragon slayers, she could hear them arguing over how to divide her body.

"Boring, human lad, give me a special recommendation set meal, but I’ll let you know, I have no money to pay you. If you want, I can slice some meat for you," Flemea yawned, taking Alisa’s cup and downing it in one gulp.

Alisa silently changed her seat, and Chen Ze kindly offered her a new glass of lemon water.

It seemed Alisa wasn’t planning to use the cup Flemea had just used.

"Alright," Chen Ze nodded and then returned to the kitchen, quickly preparing dishes for both customers.

Flemea touched her stomach; she could still feel the pain there since she had just been hit by a Mage’s ice storm spell.

It made Flemea a bit regretful; most Mages wouldn’t use fire magic against Red Dragons, and Flemea had thought about warming up her stomach with a Flame Burst Spell.

"By the way, Flemea, may I ask the name of the soul in the Soul Abyss?" Chen Ze hesitated a moment before deciding to ask after all, since Hastur had promised to help him retrieve someone from the Soul Abyss.

The atmosphere in the restaurant instantly grew still, and Alisa looked back and forth in surprise between the kitchen and Flemea.

As a follower of the Goddess of Wealth, she certainly knew what the Soul Abyss was.

It was said to be a hell for the faithless, where every faithless and blasphemous soul would suffer endless torment.

What puzzled Alisa was that Chen Ze would ask about such a thing, and it was related to Flemea too. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

"I’ve said, my affairs, don’t need your meddling." Flemea calmly took a sip of lemon water, but the air grew even more oppressive.

Alisa could sense that Flemea’s mood was not as calm as her tone suggested.

"I know of an entity that should be able to bring out the soul you desire from the Soul Abyss, but you need to tell me the name and appearance first," Chen Ze brought out Alisa’s curry pork chop rice and set it in front of her.

"Hah... that’s funny. Just because I’m about to die doesn’t mean you can mock me like this." Flemea raised her head angrily, staring intently at Chen Ze.

A twitch formed at the corner of Chen Ze’s mouth, but this was pretty much like someone telling him that they could resurrect the dead.

Chen Ze then became indifferent, thinking that he wouldn’t believe it either, and might have even called the other person crazy, then casually made a phone call to have an asylum come to pick them up.

"You don’t have to believe it," Chen Ze shrugged his shoulders and went back to the kitchen to continue with his own cooking.

He didn’t owe Flemea anything; there was no need to go out of his way to do things for her, especially since at most Flemea was just a customer, not even a friend.

Flemea was taken aback; she had imagined many possibilities, like Chen Ze continuing to persuade her or comforting her.

Or even berating her for not believing in him, preferring to let hope slip away from her grasp.

But she hadn’t expected Chen Ze to simply say calmly that she didn’t have to believe, and just go back to what he was doing, which made her think that perhaps what Chen Ze said was true.

Flemea looked down at her hands, then pulled out a Gold Coin from her chest. It was a very ordinary Gold Coin, well-kept without any stains.

Flemea tightly clenched the small Gold Coin in her hand, holding it against her heart as her eyes grew a bit lifeless.

Chen Ze’s words had stirred up the hope that she had given up, and the memories buried deep within her heart.

"Ohh, my little princess, you are the treasure bestowed upon me by the world. Let me see... how about Flemea, how does that sound?" The Red Dragon tenderly looked at the little dragon that had just hatched from its egg.

"Flemea, how many times have I told you that your father is always very busy? You can’t bother him over such trivial things," the Red Dragon said helplessly, knocking the young dragon’s head gently.

"Flemea, do you like this as well?" The Red Dragon smiled and handed a gemstone to the young dragon.

"Flemea, you ask why mom doesn’t pray to the Dragon God? Because mom catches her own food," the Red Dragon rubbed the young dragon’s head.

"Flemea, don’t cry, mom is just... just going to sleep outside for a while. Let’s make a bet, okay? When this Gold Coin rusts, mom will be back~" The Red Dragon smiled and placed a Gold Coin in the hands of the little dragon, then she was taken away.

This was the last time Flemea saw her mother, and it was also the last time she felt her mother’s touch.

"Enjoy your meal, dear customer," Chen Ze placed the braised chicken and rice in front of Flemea.

"Erin Charlotte Lingling," Flemea grasped Chen Ze’s hand.

"Huh?" Chen Ze was completely puzzled.

"That’s my mother’s name, please save her, save my mom!" Tears filled Flemea’s eyes.