My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 190: Chapter Fifty The Strongest Black Technology

Chen Ze rubbed his eyes. It was another bright and sunny morning. Lafra had gone back last night, apparently on some urgent matter. This left Chen Ze feeling somewhat downcast, as he had been vaguely looking forward to something.

After a quick wash, Chen Ze went out. Today, he needed to buy some ingredients and spices, including the necessary spices for braised flavors.

Chen Ze planned to try his hand at a new culinary creation, for after all, a chef’s growth is limited if they don’t venture into new dishes.

Chen Ze shielded his eyes with his hand; the sun outside was dazzlingly bright, but it elevated his spirits considerably.

With the passing of the epidemic, the entire city was slowly coming back to life. Chen Ze adjusted his face mask and headed to the market.

Indeed, supermarkets carried the essentials, but Chen Ze still preferred to shop at the market because it offered some ingredients that supermarkets didn’t have.

Today, Chen Ze planned to make pig trotter rice, or more fittingly, to call it by its original name—Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice.

Speaking of the big three Huaxia chain snacks, most people knew about Shaxian Snacks, Lanzhou Ramen, and braised chicken rice, but Chen Ze held a special fondness for Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice.

He had been there once before and had a meal at an old shop. After that, Chen Ze had vivid memories of this delicacy.

Originally, Chen Ze didn’t like to eat anything besides roasted pig trotters, because he always found them too greasy, and eating too much could feel uncomfortable, but Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice was an exception.

The trotters in Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice were rich in subcutaneous fat. The fatty flavor wasn’t off-putting, and the slow simmering over low heat by the chef, who kept basting the meat with braising liquid, resulted in a very delicious dish.

Moreover, the braised trotters were so tender that they could be easily peeled off the bone by hand, almost as if they were boneless.

But just eating trotters could get greasy after a while, which is why it’s normally served with pickled vegetables. Some places also offer tea eggs and braised tofu.

Chen Ze couldn’t help but wipe his mouth, feeling quite impatient. In Sun Moon City, there wasn’t a place that served truly authentic Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice, which he found quite disappointing.

However, this disappointment seemed like it might be resolvable now.

Chen Ze confidently strode into the bustling market; he had to prepare all the ingredients for Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice, and he also needed to buy more trotters.

By the time Chen Ze returned to the restaurant with a pile of goods, it was already half past eleven in the morning. After saying goodbye to the kindly delivery man, Chen Ze carried his purchases into the restaurant.

"Let’s see, for the braising spices I need to add these..." Chen Ze flipped through the cookbook, adding each spice into the large pot, planning to use it exclusively for braising from now on.

To make a good serving of Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice, the braising liquid is of utmost importance. It’s even safe to say that each old shop’s pride is the braising pot they have been using for a dozen or twenty years...

Wait a second, Chen Ze felt like he had forgotten something.

"A dozen or twenty years’ old braising pot? A dozen or twenty years??" Chen Ze was confused; he finally remembered what he had overlooked.

To prepare an excellent pig trotter rice dish, it wasn’t just about the quality of the trotters; the key was also the braising liquid. And Chen Ze certainly didn’t have a braising pot that had been seasoned over a dozen or twenty years.

That meant this time, if Chen Ze attempted the Long Jiang Pig Trotter Rice, he couldn’t produce something that met his own standards.

Chen Ze sighed, silently covered the pot, and decided to just prepare the brine; he might have to simmer it slowly no matter what.

"Nobita! I’ve told you before, this isn’t a ’Anywhere Door’. Don’t just barge in like that!" a very cute voice said. Chen Ze was startled, then quickly peeked out to have a look.

Then he saw a fifth-grade elementary school boy and a blue, chubby creature.

Chen Ze’s pupils dilated instantly—he, of course, knew who these two were, or rather, anyone who had watched Doraemon would know.

Nobita Nobi and Doraemon. It truly surprised Chen Ze that they had come to his restaurant—a very surprising turn of events indeed.

As a child-oriented anime, Doraemon could be considered an evergreen series, still being broadcast to this day. And Doraemon, the self-proclaimed child-rearing robot, had on multiple occasions produced black technology that could easily destroy Earth.

For example, the Multiplying Potion that doubled its effect every five minutes, growing exponentially to the point it could even destroy the universe.

Or the "What If" Phone Booth—a Divine Artifact that could change the whole world just by speaking out what you wanted. Chen Ze had long coveted it.

Not to mention the time machine, the time belt, and the Time Cloth—devices that could easily alter time...

The Time Cloth? Chen Ze suddenly thought of this gadget; wouldn’t it perfectly solve the problem he was facing right now?

With the Time Cloth, not to mention a brine aged over a decade or two, if Chen Ze was willing, he could even prepare a brine that was a hundred years old without any problem.

However, the key point was that Chen Ze needed them to eat first; after all, they would have to pay only after eating, and that would give him a chance to have them help him with the Time Cloth.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, dear guests. What would you like to eat?" This was the first time Chen Ze welcomed customers with a different purpose in mind. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Eh? This is a restaurant? I thought it was a ’Anywhere Door’, Doraemon." Nobita said in surprise, looking at Chen Ze.

"I’ve told you so many times, Nobita. You’re always like this, never listening to me till the end!" Doraemon seemed quite frustrated.

Regarding this, Chen Ze could only offer a wry smile without saying a word, since Nobita’s memory was reset every episode. No matter what had happened before, by the next episode, he would have completely forgotten.

"Sorry, we got the wrong place." Doraemon earnestly apologized to Chen Ze and then began to push Nobita back to where they came from.

"We have delicious dorayaki today, as well as curry rice. Are you sure you don’t want to try some?" Chen Ze threw out what he considered his trump card with a smile.

For Doraemon, dorayaki was the ultimate prop, and for Nobita, curry rice was also his favorite dish, so Chen Ze felt very confident.

"Eh? Delicious dorayaki?" In an instant, Doraemon’s eyes turned into heart shapes, while Nobita also swallowed hard.

"Yes, delicious dorayaki and curry rice, and there’s a big discount today too~" As Chen Ze watched the two little lambs step by step into the trap, his heart was filled with joy.

"Alright, then please give us a serving!" Nobita said, dragging Doraemon to sit down at the table, looking expectantly at Chen Ze.

Chen Ze smiled and nodded. The fish had taken the bait.