My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 312: Chapter 172 Ronna Dake

Chen Ze was reading the book, diligently absorbing the knowledge within. Although with Chen Ze’s current cooking skills, some of it was of little use to him.

However, he was very satisfied with some tips on selecting ingredients.

Even though Chen Ze was using some ingredients from other worlds, he still preferred local ingredients—it was just that the selection methods in the textbook weren’t detailed enough.

So Chen Ze was looking forward to what tricks Soma Yukihira would bring to him next.

"Theoretical knowledge is shallow without practical experience," he mused, as he heard the sound of the oven timer. He put down the book and went to open the oven.

As soon as he opened it, a fragrant aroma wafted out, filled with the scent of bacon, cheese, and tomato. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

These were all toppings Chen Ze had added, but he didn’t receive the prompt he had been waiting for.

"As expected, pizza isn’t considered cooking by the System," Chen Ze shook his head with a laugh, unconcerned, since this was what he had anticipated all along.

"Betty, come in and serve the food," Chen Ze said as he placed the pizza on a platter and called Betty in.

"Alright, boss... isn’t this a bit too much though?" Betty exclaimed, surprised by the size of the pizza before her—it was a dish she had never eaten before.

But with such a portion, Betty felt that if Chen Ze intended it as staff meal, just one piece would be enough to fill her.

"Just take it out, and oh, give her a plastic bag too," Chen Ze waved his hand, having made the pizza so large on purpose.

"Sure thing, boss." Then Betty tore off a large plastic bag, carrying the pizza out with her.

"Thank you so much!" Ronna Dake’s eyes were red as she dabbed at the corners and sniffled, looking at Betty with choked emotion.

"This is a bag from the boss for you." Betty handed the curious Ronna Dake the plastic bag and then stood to one side with a beaming smile.

"I’ll come by early tomorrow!" Ronna didn’t eat but instead placed the large pizza into the plastic bag and trotted out with it.

Luckily, Chen Ze had pre-cut it, because otherwise it would have been quite a hassle to fit such a big pizza into the bag.

"She’s so nice," Betty watched Ronna Dake’s departing figure with a warm smile, then cleared away the plates.

Chen Ze sat on a kitchen chair, looking at the book in his hands, when suddenly something came to mind.

"Oh right, let’s see who Ronna Dake is..." Chen Ze pulled out his phone, satisfied with the full bars of signal, and nodded in approval.

"Ronna... Dake..." he typed these names into Baidu.

"...The Maid of Orléans... Joan of Arc?" Chen Ze was stupefied; it must be a coincidence, right?

It must be a coincidence, right?

Chen Ze couldn’t help covering his face, wondering if he had done something terrible if it really was the Joan of Arc who helped France overthrow England.

"I hope that plastic bag will naturally decompose in the long river of history; otherwise, will future historians go mad?" he chuckled, shaking his head. If he’d known it was Joan of Arc, he would have definitely used a paper box.

"But the natural decomposition time for a plastic bag is about two hundred years, right? So there should be no problem," Chen Ze sighed in relief, imagining the dumbfounded faces of those historians in the future.

"Doctor, what is this thing used by Joan of Arc?" a child visiting the museum asked curiously.

"This is a plastic bag used by Joan of Arc~" the doctor answered with a kind smile.

Then, he would truly be a sinner.

Ronna carefully observed her surroundings; she now carried a great treasure on her person!

The rich aroma, even of meat, could spell trouble if spotted by others. Something dreadful might happen.

So Ronna carefully wrapped the plastic bag with her clothes and scurried home, constantly dodging other people until she reached her house.

"Ronna, your belly?" Isabella looked at her daughter, puzzled and uncertain; how could it be that she was fine in the morning, but her stomach was so big in the afternoon?

"Mom! Mom, quickly, close the door!" Ronna excitedly urged her mother.

Although it was strange, Isabella d’Arc closed the door and then sat on the worn-out floor.

"Look, Mom!" Ronna took out the object she was holding – it was a large plastic bag filled with many things.

"What is this...?" Isabella looked curiously at the item before her.

"This is food!" Ronna opened the bag, and immediately a rich fragrance wafted out.

"My Lord! Ronna, what have you done? Where did you steal this from?" Isabella glared at her daughter, anger flaring as she picked up a stick used for household chores.

"No, Mom, it’s not stolen, it was exchanged. That kind gentleman agreed to trade me food for my braiding!" Ronna quickly explained.

"You! You’ve learned to lie now? What have you actually done? Don’t bring shame upon your father!" Isabella questioned furiously.

She had heard that some noblemen had a fondness for young girls.

"Mom!" Ronna felt unhappy, and then she remembered the miraculous restaurant.

"Mom, I lied because the holy one forbids me to speak Their name." Ronna hung her head, thinking of how to explain.

"Hmm?" Isabella was stern.

"I encountered a miracle!" Ronna quickly found an explanation, and deep down, she felt that the magical restaurant was indeed a miracle. freёwebnoѵel.com

At first, Isabella didn’t believe it, for though she often heard the Priest speak of miracles, she had never witnessed one.

But Ronna had a secret weapon – the plastic bag given to her by Chen Ze.

With the epoch-making plastic bag as proof, Isabella believed her daughter’s story.

After tasting the miraculous food, she joyfully took two slices of pizza to share the joy with her husband, Jacques.

Ronna, however, hid the pizza and then ran out to start braiding flowers.

After all, the gentleman required braided flowers as payment.

On the road, Ronna saw several orphans who were huddled behind a rock, shivering.

Ronna hesitated a moment but decided to take a small slice of pizza from home and handed it to the orphans.

"Eat up, eat up, do it secretly, and don’t tell anyone!" Ronna smiled, feeling that even the sunlight had become brighter.

Chen Ze yawned. Since the guest resembling Joan of Arc had left, no new customers had come in. After making a staff meal for Betty, he closed the door and prepared for bed.

"Sleep well... I am not Soma Yukihira, with the liver of a god..."