My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 339: Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Nine: Exercise Before Sleep

"The barbecue tastes good," Nyarlathotep commented leisurely, munching on the skewer in his hand. He did quite fancy the flavor of these things.

"It’s just a bit oddly shaped," Hastur nodded as well, having also ordered a portion.

"Feels like I’m eating an animal’s eye, but it tastes alright," Nyarlathotep picked up a grilled sheep’s eye and bit into it.

Though grilled, the sheep’s eye still had a bursting sensation, quite to the human palate’s liking.

"How are you planning to deal with that matter?" Hastur asked, picking up a skewer of chicken skin. The taste of this grilled chicken skin was truly great.

Chen Ze hadn’t made it crunchy, but rather a bit soft; however, it tasted even better and was more fragrant this way.

"How should I know? Besides, hasn’t he not yet arrived in that world?" Nyarlathotep took a big gulp of the chilled Thunderbrew Lager, which had a smoother taste because of the chill.

"But it is indeed a recent event," Hastur commented, separating a piece of tofu and dipping it into the sauce before eating.

"We’ll talk about it when the time comes," Nyarlathotep shook his head, having finished his food.

"Manager, this is my payment," Nyarlathotep placed an egg-shaped object on the table.

"Okay, Naya, but what is this?" Chen Ze walked out from the kitchen and curiously picked up the egg.

It was cool to the touch, and its nature was unknown; even though it was only the size of a chicken egg, it felt incredibly heavy, at least Chen Ze rarely encountered an egg this heavy.

"This? Ah, this is a little gizmo I invented. Open it and you’ll see what it does," Nyarlathotep smiled, then stood and walked out.

Chen Ze held it, puzzled, then noticed a small button in the middle of the egg, probably the mechanism to open it.

"There’s a whiff of soul essence in this thing," Hastur glanced at it, then finished off his Thunderbrew Lager in one go.

"Soul essence?" Chen Ze was even more confused but still ran a scan with the Magic Circle.

Indeed, there was a minuscule life form inside, but Chen Ze was uncertain what it was.

"Then I’ll pay you with this," Hastur also produced an egg from within his robes, although this egg was much larger than expected, the size of two basketballs.

"Though, this is an ingredient from the Endless Sea—an egg from a giant sea turtle. I casually slaughtered the turtle," Hastur said nonchalantly.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, unsure of the turtle’s size, but if it laid such a large egg, its size must have been considerable.

After seeing off Hastur, Chen Ze silently locked the door, intending to find out what use Nyarlathotep’s little egg had.

Chen Ze sat on his bed, having already washed up, cleaned his feet, and even washed his socks in the process.

While washing his socks, Chen Ze remembered a news story about a man who liked to sniff his own stinky socks every day, eventually contracting a fungal infection in his lungs.

To this, Chen Ze could only surmise that some people might have strange fetishes, like him enjoying the smell of gunpowder after firecrackers exploded, but liking the smell of stinky socks...

That was something Chen Ze truly hadn’t anticipated, only confirming that humans are indeed a very strange species.

Chen Ze carefully pressed the button, and the next moment, the egg opened up, releasing a spherical mist from inside.

Chen Ze was a bit confused. A clump of fog? What kind of amazing black technology was this?

"Hello?" Chen Ze waved his hand, but the clump of fog didn’t react and just floated quietly in front of him.

"Hello?" Chen Ze tried another language, but still no reaction.

However, according to the Magic Circle’s detection, this fog was indeed a life form, with the fluctuations of life.

"Forget it, I’ll ask Nyarlathotep next time," Chen Ze shook his head and then turned off the light, he was really too sleepy. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

But just after turning off the light, Chen Ze felt something was off because there was still a light source in the bedroom.

Turning around, Chen Ze saw the clump of fog emitting a soft light, not blinding at all, like moonlight that strangely made one feel relaxed.

"I should take a break someday and go for a massage..." Chen Ze stretched, feeling even sleepier now.

The clump of fog was like a sleep assistant, basking in its glow made one want to sleep.

But the next moment, Chen Ze felt something suddenly behind him, followed by a massage with just the right amount of pressure.

Chen Ze turned his head and saw the fog floating behind him, and the sensation of the massage became even clearer.

Kneading shoulders and pounding legs, the pressure was just right, and it made Chen Ze’s body relax even more, even dissipating some of the fatigue that had accumulated over the previous days.

"Ss... this thing is awesome!" Chen Ze didn’t hesitate to give it a rave review.

The next morning, Chen Ze woke up early, stretched energetically, and had slept well since he hadn’t dreamt at all the previous night.

Chen Ze turned his head to see the egg had closed again, and through the Magic Circle scan, he could tell the fog seemed to have gone back.

"This is a godsend for insomniacs, and it even comes with master-level massage skills," Chen Ze twisted his neck, washed up, and went downstairs to retrieve his food-grade film.

The delivery was very fast, partly due to being a local parcel, but Chen Ze was quite satisfied.

"It’s indeed quite thin, and the accompanying product certification is reassuring," Chen Ze brought the small box back to the restaurant and then took out the thin film inside.

Next, Chen Ze unlocked the restaurant’s front door and quickly went through the steps he had anticipated, making three buns and putting them in the steamer.

[You have made three very bad fake Goubuli buns. Pastry-making experience increased by 0.3 points.]

Chen Ze was stunned, followed by a barrage of ecstasy; he knew his guess was right about how to make Goubuli buns.

Chen Ze took out a Goubuli bun; it was very hot, so he blew on it several times before slowly taking a bite.

He bit into it, first tasting a bit of the dough because the skin of the bun that Chen Ze made was very thin, and the next moment, he felt a stream of hot soup pour in, prompting him to hurriedly spit out the soup because the bun just out of the steamer was too hot.

Moreover, most importantly, there was a strange taste that affected the flavor, and Chen Ze realized it was probably due to the food-grade film.

Next, it was time to find something to replace the thin film.