My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 327: Chapter 187: The Sour Stench

"Manager, what are you doing~" Betty leaned in curiously, looking at Chen Ze, having caught a whiff of an exceptionally good smell just moments before.

"Pig tails." Chen Ze covered the braising pot again, letting it cook a bit longer wasn’t a problem, and it would also intensify the flavor of the pig tails.

"Huh?" Betty curiously peered at Chen Ze’s pot; she was familiar with it since some braised delicacies were fished out of there, but she couldn’t recall Chen Ze ever putting any pig tails in it.

"Alright, how’s your burger business going?" Chen Ze clapped his hands, then pushed Betty out, otherwise, he was quite worried that Betty’s drool would soak his floor.

"Hehe, I feel that in a few weeks I can have a slice of your Starry Sky Cake," Betty said proudly.

During this time, Alisa had helped her push the fast food burgers to many more cities. Affordable and convenient, it fit the common people’s needs perfectly, so the business was booming.

Despite thin profits, Betty had saved up some gold coins, and with Lindsay also willing to support her with some money, Betty’s funds were visibly growing.

"Has Alisa told you about her matters? How is that cake doing?" Chen Ze took a sip of passion fruit juice, a bit curious as he looked at Betty.

"I heard from Alisa that manager’s cake sold really well. The Duke’s daughter loved it, so Alisa’s commerce association also got some opportunities," Betty said as she wiped the table, then thought for a moment before answering Chen Ze’s question.

"I see..." Chen Ze nodded. As long as he could help Alisa, that was fine. Although Chen Ze was confident in the visual appeal of his Starry Sky Cake, he was still a bit concerned whether it could really help Alisa.

"I heard Alisa even plans to buy a cake from here," Betty added.

"Sure, the ingredients I have are enough to make ten more." Chen Ze nodded. The stars were limited, but the other ingredients were sufficient.

Moreover, Chen Ze could make Starry Sky Cakes with different flavors by simply using different kinds of black fruit juices to color them.

"But first, I should continue my research on my ’Dog Ignoring Steamed Buns’. Otherwise, I don’t know when I’ll successfully innovate them." Chen Ze stretched lazily, feeling particularly sleepy after the journey, so he needed to find something to do.

"Reinhardt, I feel Destiny has been a bit strange lately," Flemea said as she wiped the table, calmly looking at her companion.

"Destiny? Doesn’t he enjoy going out to trouble some corrupt nobles?" Reinhardt removed his helmet and set it aside, since there were no other customers around.

"Who knows? But Destiny hasn’t gone out to trouble those folks in a long while. I often smell a hint of the sea on him," Flemea rubbed her nose.

Actually, a dragon’s sense of smell is really good, although seldom needed. Flemea often smelled the sea on Destiny but couldn’t figure out what he was up to.

"Your nose is a peculiar construction indeed," Reinhardt said as he took a large gulp of beer.

"Why do I feel like you’re really enjoying this kind of life?" Flemea said, eyes half-closed, looking at Reinhardt. This was his fifth cup.

"There haven’t been any divine commands lately, and I must say I’m quite enjoying it. Doing things I want to do, repaying what I owe," Reinhardt calmly fiddled with the silver coin in his hand, the last one he had.

"So this is your reason for freeloading here?" Flemea couldn’t help but grip her cup tightly. If it weren’t for the consideration that a broken cup would need replacing, she would’ve definitely crushed the cup in her hand.

"Isn’t it only Flemea who can help me now?" Reinhardt said awkwardly, smiling. He truly didn’t have any money to pay for the drinks, and though his strength was at a level where he didn’t need to eat much, drinking remained one of Reinhardt’s few hobbies.

"You really have the nerve to say that," Flemea put the cup away; these items would still be needed in the evening.

"I also feel there is a strange scent to Destiny," Reinhardt changed the subject, but the way he did it was really too abrupt, causing Flemea to roll her eyes.

"What kind of scent? Does it also smell like the sea?" Flemea moved out the keg, which represented income.

"No, I smelled a sour and stinky odor," Reinhardt said with a smile as he picked up the bottle again to pour himself another beer.

"You better stop it, jerk!" Flemea finally couldn’t help but burst out.

"Sir, do you really like staying in our shop so much?" He Luo looked curiously at Destiny, who sat in their shop examining engineering materials.

He had looked at this gear more than a dozen times, which made He Luo wonder if he was looking for trouble.

"Uh... that... I just want to take a closer look, after all, it is for the Master... for a noble gentleman," Destiny said a bit nervously, putting down the gear that his hands had brightened considerably, and he felt rather awkward.

He didn’t know why he cared so much about this strange woman in front of him, out of the blue.

Was it because she often wore a hood, or because of her strange speech pattern?

"Then what’s your name?" He Luo gave him another look, if it weren’t for the sake of those lovely shells, He Luo would have definitely kicked him out directly.

"...Clafford Lawrence, you can call me Lawrence," Destiny fell silent for a moment before he took off his mask and looked straight into He Luo’s blue eyes.

"Alright, Mr. Lawrence, if you have nothing else, we’re going to close up," He Luo frowned; she didn’t like being stared at so directly.

"I... I want to buy some more stuff," Lawrence quickly stood up and then took out a bag of shells from his bosom. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

He Luo looked into Lawrence’s eyes, and after a moment, nodded.

"Flemea, have you ever considered what you would do in the future?" Reinhardt, whose beard had been singed a bit, took another sip of his drink.

"Probably just keep running this tavern and then wait for my lord’s call," Flemea wiped the table, which had been blackened again; she knew she shouldn’t have breathed dragon’s breath if she’d known.

"Oh? I thought you might return to Dragon Island," Reinhardt took another gulp of his drink.

"What about you?" Flemea didn’t answer the question but threw one back instead.

"I have to repay my sins, until the day when I am thoroughly cleansed," Reinhardt drank calmly.

"You now owe me two silver coins, double the interest, calculated weekly."

"... I think I’d better repay you first."