My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 292: Chapter 152: Rice Noodle Roll

Chen Ze yawned, the afternoon was almost over, but no customers had come, and during this time, apart from occasionally checking the master stock pot, Chen Ze was left with nothing to do but grow anxious.

"I wonder how Hastur is doing?" Chen Ze tapped on the table out of boredom. His own table was very sturdy, impervious to any damage that might be inflicted upon the furniture.

This saved Chen Ze quite a bit of trouble; otherwise, if he had to replace a pile of shattered tableware every day, the restaurant just wouldn’t survive.

Chen Ze wasn’t the owner of Hua Village Arcade, with deep pockets, indifferent to how many arcade machines were smashed every day, even able to keep bringing in new machines for people to destroy.

"So boring." Chen Ze felt a bit irritable. When there were too many people, he felt exhausted, but when there were too few, he found it meaningless. Tch.

Out of sheer boredom, Chen Ze chose to check his phone again, and that’s when he noticed a distinct reply to his post on a gourmet forum.

While most replies were urging him to open for business soon or playing with memes, one post requested that Chen Ze make a local specialty snack.

[Moonlight Moonlight: Oh great host, could you try to introduce our hometown snack next time? It’s Cheung Fun, I haven’t eaten Cheung Fun for a long time, thank you very much!]

Chen Ze pondered. Cheung Fun, he was certainly aware of it, but had yet to try it. It was a shame, and now it seemed he could make it himself.

Cheung Fun is a delicacy from Guangdong, typically divided into two major schools, the Guangzhou style and the Chaozhou style, each with its own deliciousness, giving Chen Ze the opportunity to choose which one he wanted to make.

"Guangzhou Cheung Fun is known for the soy sauce flavor, and there are many ways to make the Cheung Fun skin... The Chaozhou Cheung Fun, on the other hand, seems to focus more on the use of fillings, so..." Chen Ze felt like he was facing a decision paralysis again, especially since both options were pretty good.

Betty, propping up her chin, dozed off on the table and chairs. There weren’t many customers this afternoon, and after Hastur had left, Betty had been very bored and was now falling asleep. freeweɓnøvel.com

"So sleepy..." Betty’s eyelids grew heavier, and slowly, she drifted off to sleep.

Chen Ze stood in the restaurant, glancing at Betty, but didn’t wake her, since there were no customers anyway, so he might as well let Betty rest for now.

"Sigh, I’ll just start with Guangzhou style Cheung Fun." Chen Ze shook his head, finally deciding to make the Guangzhou style Cheung Fun.

However, as he looked up the recipe, Chen Ze was dumbfounded. There were many types of Guangzhou Cheung Fun, such as Pulled Cheung Fun, Drawer Cheung Fun, and ones made using ancient methods like Basket Cheung Fun, and so on.

There were many varieties, each with their own merits. However, Chen Ze didn’t dwell too long before picking Basket Cheung Fun.

After all, Cheung Fun was a snack with a long history, so Chen Ze felt that making it using an ancient method would be better.

"Let’s see, how to make Cheung Fun..." Chen Ze checked the recipe while preparing the ingredients, and during his search, he discovered something interesting.

Cheung Fun wasn’t originally called Cheung Fun; it used to be known as Oil Flavour Ci. Later, it was said that Emperor Qianlong when visiting Jiangnan, particularly liked Oil Flavour Ci, then remarked that this snack resembled pig intestines, saying, "Let’s call it Cheung Fun from now on."

And just like that, Oil Flavour Ci became Cheung Fun, and then rapidly developed throughout Guangdong, securing its status in the culinary world.

Chen Ze did not pay much attention to this and began making his Cheung Fun.

The method for making Cheung Fun was not complicated, and Chen Ze handled it swiftly, producing a serving of Cheung Fun in no time.

[You made a regular Cheung Fun, home cooking experience increased by 3 points]

A standard evaluation, but Chen Ze himself was not too satisfied; after all, he aimed to make a better Cheung Fun.

"So where did it go wrong?" Chen Ze frowned, looking at the rice noodle roll in front of him.

Chen Ze picked up the chopsticks and grabbed a piece of rice noodle roll, putting it in his mouth and chewing slowly. The taste was mediocre.

Not bad, but not very good either. This was a failed dish, at least to Chen Ze himself.

Then Chen Ze spent a whole half hour searching for the problem, finally realizing it was partly the choice of soy sauce, and also that the rice noodle roll skin was poorly made.

[You made a fairly good rice noodle roll, home cooking experience increased by 5 points]

Chen Ze nodded in satisfaction. This was a dish he could serve to customers. He no longer valued ordinary cooking.

The sound of wind chimes, clear and pleasant, yet immediately woke Betty, who wiped the drool from her mouth and stood up with a smile.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, esteemed guest," Chen Ze heard the greeting and curiously poked his head out to take a look.

It was a young man, seemingly around seventeen or eighteen, dressed in plain clothes and wearing a pair of shoes that looked worn out.

"Um... is there anything to eat?" The boy seemed a bit embarrassed, lightly scratching his head.

"Guest, this is, um... our menu," Betty said as she walked over, then frowned slightly.

And the boy on the other side took a step back subconsciously as Betty approached.

"I’m sorry... do you have this dish?" The boy asked shyly, but still pointed at a dish on the menu.

"Yes, Manager, one braised pork rice!" Betty called out quickly, then immediately ran to the fridge to pour the boy a glass of lemon water.

Chen Ze found it odd; the boy’s expression was strange, like someone who had done something wrong, very uneasy.

After Betty poured the water, she immediately came in and took several deep breaths forcefully. freёweɓnovel.com

"What’s wrong?" Chen Ze was puzzled. It was the first time he saw Betty reluctant to stay in the restaurant.

"Phew, Manager, that young man reeked of body odor and foot odor. I almost threw up," Betty said with complex feelings. It was the first time she had smelled such a foul odor.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. Foot odor was indeed a serious problem, especially in a restaurant.

Chen Ze remembered when he was still working at an office, a male colleague sat opposite him. One day, as Chen Ze had just started working, he smelt a particularly foul foot odor.

Chen Ze was in agony but felt it was inappropriate to remind him directly. Just when Chen Ze was about to suffocate, a female colleague bravely stepped forward and tactfully asked the man to change his shoes and socks.

"Phew... I’m heading out," Betty took a few deep breaths and was ready to leave.

"Isn’t it very stinky?" Chen Ze looked at Betty.

"But if I don’t go out, the guest will feel very embarrassed," Betty said with a smile, then bravely went back out.