My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 192: Fifty-Two Gou Dahu and the Magnifying Lamp

"Manager, long time no see," Gou Dahu looked really smug, as if he was immensely pleased with himself, which left Chen Ze a bit puzzled.

He had no idea why Gou Dahu was so proud, especially since he’d been thoroughly humbled last time he visited.

"Come on, this is what I’ve specifically developed for you... Wait, what’s this?" Gou Dahu’s eyes suddenly lit up, and then he ran over to Doraemon’s side.

"A robot? A raccoon dog shaped robot?" Gou Dahu lived up to his name; although he was a real cash player, he was also a world-class scientist.

"I’m certainly not a raccoon dog!" Doraemon jumped up angrily, hating it when others called him that.

"It seems to have quite the intelligence, too. Which group made you?" Gou Dahu completely ignored the fact that Doraemon could talk, as he had his own intelligent Jarvis.

Gou Dahu was curious how suddenly there was a group with such expertise in the world that he’d never heard of before.

You should know that if one can create artificial intelligence, they could reap a huge investment on Wall Street, where the wealthy but not so bright bankers are more than willing to invest in such industries.

"Uncle, you’re really impolite!" Nobita Nobi stood up and spoke out, saying that commenting on someone’s appearance in front of them was very rude.

"Nobita, don’t bother with him." Doraemon took out the Time Cloth and placed it over the pot that Chen Ze had brought out. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

The pot was already giving off the scent of brine, which Chen Ze had been cooking.

"What is this about?" Gou Dahu asked with curiosity.

The corners of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he’d originally not wanted to bring up the matter, but he hadn’t expected Tony to throw himself under the bus.

There was no helping it, so Chen Ze could only hope that Tony’s heart could withstand such a blow.

However, Doraemon didn’t respond to him, just stood there with Nobita watching the Time Cloth.

Chen Ze instantly felt a certain "problem child’s" yearning gaze. If it was a girl, Chen Ze would have been quite interested in explaining.

But Tony... Chen Ze hesitated for a moment. After all, he was a regular customer.

"This is the Time Cloth. I asked them to use this thing to let this pot go through forty years," Chen Ze explained seriously, but Gou Dahu looked at him with a ’concerned’ gaze after hearing this.

"Manager... I’ve heard you Huaxia people like to eat wild mushrooms, didn’t you..." Although Gou Dahu didn’t finish, Chen Ze got his drift.

"Just look and you’ll know," Chen Ze couldn’t be bothered to explain, as facts would soon speak for themselves.

"Okay, this pot has now gone through forty years," Doraemon put away the Time Cloth, and a very rich fragrance suddenly filled the entire restaurant.

Nobita couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. Even though he was already full, the smell made him feel hungry again.

And Tony’s eyes almost popped out; he had been watching all along, and this mysterious Eastern cuisine had not had such a rich fragrance before. Could it be...

"Is this for real!" Gou Dahu rushed over eagerly, pressing down on Doraemon’s shoulder.

"How rude!" Doraemon shook his hand and flung Tony’s hand away.

"Time... is this magic of time?" Tony was very anxious; this was about time after all.

All scientists know that time is irreversible and it’s not possible to travel to the future. Perhaps it might be possible, but with the current level of science, it’s not achievable yet.

"What magic? This is science and technology," Doraemon looked at Tony with an expression one might use for a simpleton. This was 22nd-century technology, how could it possibly be magic?

Could this uncle be a case of ’eighth-grader syndrome’ too?

"I don’t believe it. To manipulate time with current science and technology is simply impossible..." Tony felt as if something he’d always stood by was being shattered.

"You’re really annoying, you know that, Nobita? Let’s go back, Manager, we really appreciate your hospitality," Doraemon, dragging Nobita, was ready to leave, not forgetting to thank Chen Ze before departing.

"Welcome to come again!" Chen Ze smiled cheerfully.

"Wait, wait, how about I treat you folks to something to eat?" Gou Dahu didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

Nobita hesitated for a moment.

"This pot of stuff here, it’s on me!" Gou Dahu pointed at the pot that Chen Ze had on the table.

"Doraemon..." Facing Nobita’s pleading gaze, Doraemon couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

"Honestly, it’s always like this." Despite his grumbling, Doraemon still stayed.

"Manager, three servings of this dish, please," Tony sat down opposite Doraemon.

Chen Ze’s lips twitched. He really wanted to say Tony still hadn’t paid for his last meal, but considering it might make Tony lose face if he said it now, Chen Ze decided to hold back.

Moreover, he could still try the Longjiang Pig’s Feet Rice.

Chen Ze took the brine pot back to the kitchen and lifted the lid. The aroma grew even richer, and what was more magical was that, despite being in the pot for so long, the brine hadn’t presented any issues.

You had to admit, the Time Cloth was truly a Divine Artifact; possessing it could even grant immortality.

Chen Ze placed the cleaned pig’s feet into the pot and began to cook them slowly. Now it was just a matter of time.

"Can this thing really control the passage of time?" Tony’s thick-skinned pestering was getting on Doraemon’s nerves, but he still took out the Time Cloth.

"Yeah, give me something, and I’ll prove it to you." Tony then took out a bouquet of roses from a nearby machine.

Chen Ze felt a chill for no reason. What was this guy doing, bringing roses to his restaurant?

Doraemon covered the roses with the Time Cloth, and after a while, the roses beneath the wrap slowly vanished.

Then Doraemon lifted the Time Cloth to reveal several seeds.

Tony stared blankly at this scene. If the pot earlier wasn’t enough to fully convince him, then these seeds now made everything clear.

This was indeed a Divine Artifact that could alter time, and moreover, it was a product of science, although Tony couldn’t for the life of him see how a piece of fabric was scientific.

"Is this a magnifying light? Can it magnify anything?"

"There’s a time limit? But it seems pretty good. I have a place I’d like you to magnify..."

Chen Ze stood in the kitchen ladling pig’s feet, listening to Tony and Doraemon’s conversation, feeling an almost irresistible urge to kick Tony’s behind.

What the hell are you spouting in my restaurant, you jackass!