My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 287: Chapter 147 Schrödinger’s Roast Duck

If Chen Ze knew the troubles Rose was facing, he surely would not have been able to suppress a laugh.

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To think that Nyarlathotep didn’t hold back at all, directly wiping out all those little ants, not leaving a single one alive.

However, Chen Ze is still unaware of this development, so he calmly poured a glass of wine for Rose.

"Smells really nice, I’ll give it a try," Rose said, and before Chen Ze could react to stop her, she had already gulped down an Elizabeth, not a single hair left.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, this proof of liquor... Is it really okay to drink it like this?

Suddenly, Chen Ze felt an intense urge to ask Rose whether there was some sort of drinking culture in the alternative world as well?

"Manager, I’m so sleepy," Betty yawned as she came downstairs, rubbing her eyes.

"Eh? Welcome to the Dream Restaurant, customer." Then Betty noticed Rose, this Grey Elf had left an impression on her since she was about to die last time.

"It’s Betty, huh? You’re really pretty," Rose raised her head, her cheeks a bit flushed, especially striking against her grey skin.

"Huh? Manager, what’s with Miss Rose?" Betty looked at Rose curiously, then glanced at Chen Ze, deeply suspecting if Chen Ze had secretly done something.

"She drank an entire glass of Elizabeth," Chen Ze pointed at the empty glass on the table, then felt a bit disconsolate, as if he had knocked out a customer the moment they arrived, one would think he was running a shady establishment.

"One glass?!" Betty was shocked. She remembered how Chen Ze had been when he got drunk the last time, also from just one glass, which had left a deep impression on Betty.

She hadn’t expected another to fall victim so soon.

"Yeah, I don’t know why either, but anyway, Betty, take care of her. I’m going to prepare my stuff," Chen Ze glanced at his phone. It was about time to roast the ducks.

"Eh? Alright then, who am I to say no, you’re the boss." Betty was somewhat exasperated; taking care of drunk customers was one of the last things any server wished to do.

Customers with good tolerance would just sleep after getting drunk, which wasn’t too bad, but those with poor tolerance were problematic.

Betty couldn’t help but remember her time in her clan, during each Demon Historical Festival, the spectacle of some drunk Succubus elders...

And typically the next morning, the Negative Plane Security Domain would detain a bunch of Succubi, the Dark Council would receive complaints from a group of intelligent beings, and the Temple would be filled with a large number of "slender" males waiting for aid.

So, thinking of her unreliable elders, Betty naturally didn’t have much affection for those who got drunk, but after all, it was her job, so she still put her heart into it.

Chen Ze stood in the kitchen. Over two hours had passed, and it was time to roast the ducks.

Chen Ze placed the ducks in the oven, then lit the fruitwood, closed the door of the oven, and patiently waited.

Chen Ze was somewhat nervous. He had put four ducks in to roast at once. In essence, he was slightly regretful since four ducks were quite a lot; if they didn’t turn out well on the first try and ended up charred, that would be troublesome.

However, now that they were in, Chen Ze did not dwell too much on it. He would leave it to fate; after all, he had followed the procedure, so all he needed was to patiently await the results.

Chen Ze stood up and glanced over at the dining area, where Rose was fast asleep with her head on Betty’s shoulder, leaving Betty with a look of helplessness.

"What happened?" Chen Ze walked out, noting that Rose’s tolerance seemed rather good after all.

"Miss Rose just has to sleep on my shoulder no matter what," Betty said with a face that spelled utter despair. It was the first time she found out that Grey Elves drooled in their sleep.

At this moment, Betty could feel her clothes getting soaked with drool and then there was that strong smell of alcohol, which made her a bit dizzy.

"Let me take a look." Chen Ze’s thoughts stirred, and he connected to the Magic Circle, then he used it to bind Rose, allowing Betty to successfully extricate herself. She hurriedly wiped the drool off her shoulder with a handkerchief.

"Phew... much better. Manager, I heard from Miss Alisa that it seems someone is planning to make hamburgers like I do," Betty looked a bit worried.

Chen Ze was taken aback. Competitors were emerging already? That was something Chen Ze hadn’t anticipated. In his view, Betty’s daily earnings were so slim, the profit margin so thin, he didn’t think anyone could see the advantage of a franchise.

"No worries, the core technology is with you. What’s there to be afraid of?" Chen Ze smiled. Tomato sauce and the bread slices needed for the burgers didn’t exist in this other world.

"But Miss Alisa analyzed that by changing the raw materials, cheap burgers can still be made," Betty pouted and lay down on the table.

That being said, there really wasn’t much of a good solution, and...

"Do you have patent protection over there?" Chen Ze got a bit curious.

"Never heard of it." Betty shook her head.

"Then..." Chen Ze was about to think of some solutions for Betty when he was interrupted.

"Manager, it’s been a while, huh? Give me today’s special recommendation," Hastur walked in.

Chen Ze paused, noticing that Hastur was wearing her streaming outfit, but with black stockings, making her legs look particularly tempting.

"Sure, Betty, please take care of Hastur." Chen Ze didn’t look any longer, since he had seen Hastur’s true form, which was nothing like her current appearance.

"Lord Hastur, here’s your chilled cola," Betty immediately stood up and went over with a smile.

Chen Ze suddenly remembered something. The last time Nyarlathotep came to his place, he had planned to talk Nyarlathotep into trying the advanced version of a nurturing game.

SimCity, or rather, Sim Negative Plane.

But Nyarlathotep had completely immersed himself in the persona of a mad scientist, so Chen Ze later planned to give the game to Hastur. Could this be the opportunity? frёeωebɳovel.com

Chen Ze rubbed his hands together, but first, he needed to make today’s special recommendation.

"For the main course, there’s not enough time now, or else I would let Hastur try the roast duck... Let’s start with an Ice Chestnut Rice and then a Magical Mapo Tofu," Chen Ze touched his chin, thinking the idea was pretty good.

"Roast duck? You have roast duck here?" Hastur suddenly came in, looking at Chen Ze excitedly.

"Uh... yes, but it’s just started roasting, it will take a while," Chen Ze was taken aback. Of course, there was roast duck, but it needed more time to roast.

"How long will it take?" Hastur asked briskly.

"About a hundred minutes?" Chen Ze recalled that’s what the recipe said.

"Okay." Hastur nodded, then glanced at the roasting oven and back at Chen Ze.

"All right."