My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 342: Chapter 202: Devil and Rogue Software

General Tso’s Chicken... Chen Ze was still capable of making this dish, after all, during the process of refining Huaxia Cuisine with Western influences, he had come across the name General Tso’s Chicken many times.

One could even say that upon mentioning Chinese restaurants, the first response from many Westerners who had dined there was General Tso’s Chicken, because the taste of this dish suits the Western palate quite well.

Though essentially part of Huaxia Cuisine, it had indeed undergone some modifications.

Therefore, in no time at all, Chen Ze had prepared a fine serving of General Tso’s Chicken, and then asked Betty to serve it.

"Next, let me think... how exactly should I perfect the Goubuli buns...?" Chen Ze stroked his chin.

About the delicate skin of the Goubuli buns, Chen Ze already had a vague idea in mind. The question was how to make that skin integrate better with the buns, avoiding any conflict between them. That was the real issue.

"The taste is good, and the General Tso’s Chicken is very refreshing to eat," Mephisto said, satisfied after consuming the General Tso’s Chicken. The flavor was even better than what he had tried in New York’s Chinese restaurants.

Chen Ze peeked over, having thought about the issue for a long time without reaching a solution, and decided it was time to change his mood.

"Do you eat Chinese food often?" Chen Ze asked Mephisto, curious.

After all, the man looked like a Western devil, but he seemed quite familiar with eating Chinese food, it’s just...

Chen Ze watched the man’s use of chopsticks with a strange expression. Not sure if it was a common problem among Westerners, but most of them held chopsticks in a peculiar way.

This customer held the chopsticks in a particularly unique manner, at least Chen Ze couldn’t understand why this customer insisted on holding the chopsticks with an archer’s thumb.

Was this some strange custom? Or is it now fashionable for devils to dine with an archer’s thumb?

"Not often, most of the time I feed on souls," Mephisto put down the chopsticks, having finished his meal.

"I can tell, since you have a special way of holding chopsticks," Chen Ze laughed.

"Isn’t this how you’re supposed to hold chopsticks? First this way, then thread the stick through, and then like this," Mephisto picked up the chopsticks once more, but in the same odd manner, still holding with an archer’s thumb.

"The proper way to hold chopsticks is... well, as long as it works for you. What do you intend to pay with?" Chen Ze had initially planned to educate this devil on the right way to use chopsticks but then decided to drop it.

"Do you want US dollars or credit card?" Mephisto pulled a black credit card from his chest, prompting a twitch at the corner of Chen Ze’s mouth.

So, devils carry black cards for business nowadays?

"I’m sorry, but our restaurant does not accept payment in US dollars or via credit card. You can pay with ingredients, knowledge, or unique products," Chen Ze shook his head; POS systems need network connectivity, so credit cards truly were useless here.

Moreover, since this devil is a customer from another world, Chen Ze was even less likely to accept his payment.

"I see, then how about this?" Mephisto laughed as he took out a piece of parchment, written on it were some characters in an unknown language.

"What is this?" Chen Ze was curious; could this be the fabled devil’s contract?

"A contract or rather, an indenture. As long as you get someone to sign their name here, their soul and body will belong to you," Mephisto grinned like a cunning merchant.

"Forget about it. I can’t understand it anyway, and why would I have someone else sign it?" Chen Ze waved his hand indifferently.

In truth, Chen Ze had his own considerations, because if he really took it, there might be traps within, and Chen Ze could end up at a loss.

Chen Ze had read many novels and seen movies, and he knew that contracts with the devil were often traps, with things like small twisted letters in the border decorations or the content changing after you signed.

Or playing some kind of word games, which was also a common trick of the devil, and even worse than some rogue software.

Lines like "Please do not deselect the software you do not intend to uninstall below," were child’s play compared to the devil’s contracts.

"Are you really not interested? For example, if you get this succubus to sign, later you could do as you please," Mephisto said with a sly smile, looking at Chen Ze.

Betty shivered and instinctively moved a bit further away from Mephisto.

"No need, please use something else for payment," Chen Ze decisively shook his head in refusal.

What a joke, not to mention that he already had a girlfriend, even if he didn’t, Chen Ze wouldn’t do such a thing.

"Do you have any ingredients?" Chen Ze asked another question, fearing this fellow might pull out some other strange thing.

"I generally consume souls, want one?" Mephisto pulled out a small glowing entity from his chest, which was clearly a person.

Then Mephisto tore off a leg from it and threw it into his mouth, eating it as though it were a potato chip.

"No need, do you have anything to drink?" Chen Ze firmly refused.

"Drink... then this will do." Mephisto took out a spherical object from his pocket.

It looked like a wretched, wailing human head, and then Mephisto lifted its top off and poured out a cup of purple liquid from inside.

"This... what is it?" Chen Ze took a deep breath, feeling that his sanity had taken quite a hit.

"This is Sorrow Sake, but the taste is actually not bad," Mephisto picked up a cup and took a sip, looking very contented.

"How much alcohol does it contain?" Chen Ze struggled to keep his mind off the strange human head.

"Alcohol content?" A strange expression appeared on Mephisto’s face.

"It’s the... in the drink..." Chen Ze thought the other party didn’t know and was about to explain.

"This is pure alcohol, if you really want a number, it’s probably one hundred percent," Mephisto laughed happily, his mouth showing countless souls wailing.

In the end, Chen Ze still accepted the so-called Sorrow Sake; after all, he really couldn’t deal with souls, but Sorrow Sake in a different container he could accept.

This was after Chen Ze had asked clearly about the production method and confirmed that the making of Sorrow Sake had nothing to do with humans or other intelligent beings. Only then did he accept it.

"Betty, do you want a taste?" Chen Ze looked at what was about 1.5L of Sorrow Sake and couldn’t help but ask Betty.

"No, I don’t want to!" Betty hurriedly shook her head; she had heard very clearly. freewёbnoνel.com

This bottle of alcohol was one hundred percent proof, and Betty suspected that having a drink might kill her.

"What a pity," Chen Ze put away the Sorrow Sake, it seemed he had acquired another odd collectible.