My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 246: Chapter 106: The Acme of Bitterness

Chen Ze returned to the kitchen with an expressionless face. He intended to research the most bitter dish possible, so Nyarlathotep would have a good taste of bitterness.

Speaking of bitterness in the culinary world, one cannot fail to mention the king of bitterness among vegetables—the bitter melon.

Chen Ze still remembered the first time he tried bitter melon as a child. He was so off-put by the experience that he questioned his existence and whether the vegetable was rotten.

But as he grew older, he slowly came to accept it.

Chen Ze stroked his chin, deciding that bitter melon wouldn’t do. Although certainly bitter, the bitterness wasn’t intense enough. He wanted to create an exceptionally bitter dish.

"Why not try Chinese goldthread? People often say it’s like a mute eating goldthread, bitter but unable to express it." Chen Ze thought this was a feasible idea, but he quickly gave up on it.

Because he realized that his restaurant only had bitter melon and no other bitter ingredients.

"Sigh, I guess I’ll just have to make stir-fried bitter melon." Chen Ze sighed softly, skeptical that bitter melon could be bitter enough for Nyarlathotep.

Andrew sat quietly in the restaurant, with Betty talking beside him. However, Andrew was more focused on Nyarlathotep.

This man was extremely powerful. Andrew still remembered seeing a hand reaching out from the sky, grabbing him, and shoving him back into his body.

Then he was resurrected. There was no magic circle, no sign of spellcasting, yet he was simply brought back to life.

Moreover, at the time, Nyarlathotep was studying a glowing energy body and didn’t even look at him—as if it was a very trivial thing to do.

"Andrew, you might have to stay here for a while. Elena will probably take some time to come," Betty said as she poured him a glass of lemon water.

"Thank you, Sister Betty." Andrew took a sip of the lemon water, which tasted great, just like before.

"Sister Betty, can I ask you something..." Andrew looked a bit uneasy, twisting and turning as he looked at Betty, his expression nervous.

"What’s up?" Betty leaned in with curiosity.

"It’s just... Uncle Manager... to resurrect me... that is..." Andrew’s voice grew fainter.

Andrew knew that Chen Ze was a good person. After all, they were allowed to step on such clean floors even with their dirty feet, and they were provided with warm clothes and filling, delicious food.

Andrew had always been grateful to Chen Ze, holding that gratitude deep in his heart.

Andrew had already decided that once he became an official Knight, he would join the Church of Light, earn money, and then repay Chen Ze’s kindness.

But this time was different from before; resurrection was not a simple treatment of wounds.

Even the Pope, as powerful as he was, did not have the ability to resurrect the dead. It was the prerogative of gods, and now, to allow a god to resurrect him, Andrew could hardly imagine what Chen Ze had given in exchange.

However, Andrew was very aware that he owed Chen Ze a lot. Even if he served as Chen Ze’s servant for a lifetime, it wouldn’t be enough to repay him.

Betty blinked her eyes. She could sense the change in Andrew’s emotions and roughly understood the situation.

"Andrew, you shouldn’t be asking me about this. You should ask the Manager directly," Betty said gently.

"Besides, the Manager wouldn’t mind if he knew," Betty thought of Chen Ze’s wealth. Thousands of gold coins given away without a second thought, gemstones the size of eggs casually left in a cupboard.

Betty felt that if it were her, she would be eager to look at them every day and then save these treasures in the sturdiest box.

But Chen Ze didn’t care at all, which made Betty greatly admire him, seeing him as someone who regarded money as mere dirt.

"Sigh, I have to go out to set up a stall to earn money again. How does it run out so fast? It feels like it’s gone just a few days after getting it," Chen Ze sighed despondently in the kitchen.

Ingredients like butter, olive oil, and curry powder needed to be restocked, and then he had to go to the lamb meat wholesale market to buy some lamb tripe filling. freēwēbnovel.com

There wasn’t much Coca-Cola left either, and he needed to restock the cherry flavor especially, since Lafra loved to drink it, taking away an entire case with her this morning when she left.

Chen Ze looked at the stir-fried bitter melon in front of him, and paired it with an exploding egg-wrapped rice, preparing the same dish for Andrew as well.

However, after tasting it himself, Chen Ze noted the bitterness but it wasn’t intense; it wasn’t to the extent of making one frown, let alone Nyarlathotep.

"Tsk, if I had known, I would have made some ammonia caramel just to let Nyarlathotep truly experience it," Chen Ze sighed, then still called Betty to come in and serve the two dishes.

Chen Ze clapped his hands and looked at his phone; it was already afternoon, and he didn’t know if the little ones would come today, something he had been looking forward to for a long time.

"Uncle, thank you!" Andrew stood at the kitchen door before Chen Ze knew it.

"Go and eat quickly, or what will Elena do if she sees you standing here," Chen Ze said with a smile as he waved his hand, it wasn’t a big deal, and he was quite happy to be able to help Andrew.

"Mhm!" Andrew’s eyes were red as he nodded vigorously.

"If only someone like Nyarlathotep existed in reality," Chen Ze looked up at the ceiling, pondering if he could truly bring his family back to life, he would probably do anything.

Chen Ze looked down, reminiscing about his grandfather, who loved to eat plain boiled bitter melon.

"Plain boiled bitter melon..." Chen Ze boiled a pot of water, then cleaned the bitter melon, removed the inedible parts, and tossed it into the pot.

Chen Ze had always thought that the bitterest way to eat bitter melon was to boil it in plain water, without adding anything. After boiling, eating it as it was, the taste was indescribably harsh. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Before long, Chen Ze lifted the now softened bitter melon out of the pot, sliced it, and laid it out on a plate.

Some people would choose to add some soy sauce and chili to make it easier to eat, but Chen Ze didn’t plan to add anything.

"Grandfather, I hope you are well," Chen Ze shook his head. He had not visited the tomb during Qingming Festival, which made him feel uneasy.

[You have made a dish of plain boiled bitter melon, home cooking experience increased by 1 point]

The system suddenly popped up a notification, catching Chen Ze off guard; he truly hadn’t expected plain boiled bitter melon could provide cooking experience.

[Plain boiled bitter melon has gained the effect: Bitterness of Longing]

Another new notification appeared, and this time the additional effect showed up on a non-dessert dish.

Chen Ze couldn’t help but take a slice and taste it. It was very bitter, but his heart felt even more uncomfortable, as if it was being torn apart.

Chen Ze put down his chopsticks; clearly, this dish, if served to others, would definitely be bitter enough to leave Nyarlathotep speechless.

Chen Ze picked up the plate and wrapped it solemnly with cling film, placing it carefully in the cabinet.