My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 193: Chapter 53: About the Arrival of Spring

Chen Ze came out with a dark expression on his face, without even thinking about continuing to baste the pig’s trotters. He felt that if Tony Stark continued to talk this way, some unsightly incidents might occur in the restaurant.

This wasn’t something Chen Ze had prepared for, so he felt he must firmly resist such bad behavior.

"Can you enlarge this thing?" As soon as he came out, Chen Ze saw that Gou Dahu had already lifted up his clothes.

In that posture, if Doraemon and Nobita across from him were replaced by a little girl, Gou Dahu would have already been arrested for justice’s trial, then conveniently blacklisted on the internet.

Chen Ze felt the veins on his forehead were about to burst with anger, good job Tony Stark, who would’ve thought that behind your human and dog-like appearances, you would be like this?

"Eh? Are you sure about that? I think enlarging this thing could pose a great risk to your life," Doraemon said in surprise as he looked at Tony Stark, truly seeing such a person for the first time.

Or rather, it was his first time seeing someone who had sustained such serious injuries and was still alive.

Chen Ze, who had already lifted his hand, put it down again. Looking at Doraemon and Nobita’s expressions, it didn’t seem like what he imagined. Could there be some unexpected development?

Chen Ze leaned in curiously and then saw the Ark Reactor embedded in Tony Stark’s chest.

So the plot has progressed to this point... Chen Ze felt somewhat emotional.

After all, he had seen some Marvel movies, though he couldn’t clearly remember the details, but he knew this was the plot from Iron Man 1.

This also explained why a certain Gou Dahu took so long to come back; Chen Ze had been wondering if Tony couldn’t handle the setback and was planning to default on his debt.

Turned out it was because the plot had developed, which was quite interesting. Chen Ze was curious about how Tony was going to solve the problem of palladium poisoning.

Or, should he speak up? After all, Gou Dahu should already be aware of his physical condition.

Chen Ze hesitated for a while, but decided not to spoil the plot, as according to the storyline, Gou Dahu would solve the problem.

"Hmm, indeed, but I have thought of a solution," Tony had a bold idea in mind.

"This..." Doraemon was a bit torn, this wasn’t just lending an item to Nobita. Nobita might play too hard sometimes, but he hadn’t done anything that endangered someone’s life, plus Doraemon was always there to supervise.

But this thing was integrated into a person’s body, and the slightest mistake could be fatal.

Chen Ze shrugged his shoulders and returned to the kitchen to continue basting the pig’s trotters. This was an issue between the guests, and he didn’t want to intervene.

"Manager~ Eh? What’s this?" Betty rushed in happily and then stared blankly at Doraemon; the creature looked a bit like an alchemical beast.

"Betty, you’ve come just in time, come over for a meal," Chen Ze said, looking at the pot of pig’s trotters and nodded in satisfaction, they were done.

"No, no, no, you eat it, manager. I’ll pass," Betty quickly shook her head, joking aside, the previous dark cuisine left a deep impression on her. If Chen Ze served something like that again, she would truly be in despair.

The corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he guessed why Betty didn’t want to eat. It seemed the impact of yesterday’s dark cuisine was a bit too much.

Chen Ze didn’t bother about it, as Betty would come to eat later anyway. It would be better to serve the three guests outside first.

"A Miniature Lamp? No, no way." Tony immediately shook his head; it would be troublesome if the Reactor were to shrink.

"But..." Doraemon was a bit helpless; he really couldn’t understand why a Magnifying Lamp was necessary.

"Ladies and gentlemen, sorry to keep you waiting; this is our restaurant’s new dish–Pig’s Trotter Rice." The rich aroma interrupted Doraemon’s desire to continue speaking.

Betty swallowed hard, feeling like she had just lost several billion.

Tony looked at the thing before him in surprise. It appeared to be pork, but it had a rich flavor and was different from other American dishes.

The strong aroma and eye-catching color made Tony involuntarily pick up a piece of meat with his fork, then he turned to look at Chen Ze.

Chen Ze was confused. Why are you looking at me? I’m not the pig’s trotter.

"Ahem, no bread?" Tony looked at the pig’s trotter in front of him somewhat indecisively, feeling an urge to put it in a burger and eat it with bread.

But what Chen Ze provided was still rice, and although he used the highest quality rice, it still wasn’t quite on par with what Gou Dahu usually ate.

Chen Ze suppressed the impulse to roll his eyes and responded to Gou Dahu with a smile.

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"Let’s eat!" Nobita said, looking very appetizing. He couldn’t wait to pick up a piece of the pig’s trotter and put it in his mouth.

With a gentle bite, the taste of fat uncontrollably filled his entire palate, and dopamine was released uncontrollably, making Nobita feel even more joyous.

Doraemon looked bittersweetly at the plate of pig’s trotter rice before him. The dish indeed smelled delicious, but he really couldn’t eat any more.

"I’m so stupid, really." Doraemon helplessly took out the time-stop watch. It seemed that he could only wait until he was hungry again to eat.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark, after failing to obtain anything else, still accepted the reality of being served rice.

Tony looked at the pig’s trotter on his fork. It looked very greasy, and he slowly took a bite with mixed feelings of wanting to eat it yet not.

Then he immediately forked the next piece.

Chen Ze smiled satisfactorily. This was a dish that the System had rated as of ’Excellent’ quality, after all—it was undoubtedly great.

Chen Ze glanced at the kitchen, planning to make a new dish or, to be precise, a snack.

"Spring is here, ah, it’s that time again... cough, cough." Chen Ze stopped himself.

When it comes to spring, every region of Huaxia has its characteristic snacks or seasonal dishes. This time, Chen Ze decided to make a very conventional seasonal dish.

Spring rolls, a dish that wasn’t highly regarded at its inception but, after improvement, swept across Huaxia.

Whether it’s Yangzhou’s shepherd’s purse spring rolls or the Chaozhou spring rolls with their rich fillings, each region’s spring rolls carry the memories of that place.

This time, Chen Ze intended to make a simple spring roll filled with shiitake and meat.

Meanwhile, in the negative dimension, Nyarlathotep sat in a chair with a crestfallen face.

"Deciding victory or defeat like this... I really can’t afford to lose face." Nyarlathotep sighed. It had been some time, and Hastur had really changed.

"You talk too much, three with a single, you want it or not?" Hastur threw down four cards.

"I’ll beat you!"