My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 35: Chapter 35 Three Ingredients

"This little succubus wasn’t bought by you, Manager?" Mr. Stan became even more curious. He had assumed Betty was a slave purchased by Chen Ze, considering Chen Ze’s abilities.

Moreover, on Betty’s body, Mr. Stan saw the typical magical restraints used by human slavers.

In addition, since the succubus Betty was working in Chen Ze’s restaurant, Mr. Stan subconsciously thought she was a slave bought by Chen Ze.

The kind that serves as a waitress during the day and warms the bed at night.

But now it seems that may not be the case.

"Not at all, Betty... she came in to eat, couldn’t pay the bill, so I decided to have her work off the debt." Chen Ze stroked his chin.

He had been about to say that he had kindly taken Betty in, but considering that if Mr. Stan supported slavery, there might be some trouble, he decided to phrase it differently.

"I see, so the Manager truly does have the manner of dealing with things like a member of the demon clan." Mr. Stan didn’t mind; the reason was acceptable.

Although if one were to scrutinize, there were some loopholes in Chen Ze’s words, Mr. Stan didn’t care; after all, it was none of his business.

Mr. Stan glanced at Betty and with a "snap," the magical restraints around her neck fell to the ground.

The chains on her feet also fell off under Mr. Stan’s gaze.

Chen Ze watched the scene before him in surprise. He had considered many methods, but never expected Mr. Stan to simply look and have all that troubled Betty disappear.

Tsk, is this the power of magic? Chen Ze clicked his tongue and felt a bit eager. Any person who saw such supernatural power would want to possess it. ƒгeewebnovёl.com

Betty was completely dumbfounded, gawking at the restraints that had confined her for decades as they vanished completely. Her mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.

"Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Stan, so this time’s meal cost is..."

"Wait, Manager, these were but trifles, the meal still has to be paid for." Mr. Stan shook his head, indicating he wouldn’t accept such small favors in lieu of payment—it was an insult to him as the Undead Monarch.

Mr. Stan pulled out three items from his space pouch.

"This is the milk of the Sorrow Demon Cow. I remember you once mentioned it, Manager, so I brought the most valuable milk from the negative planes." Mr. Stan offered a jar first, which contained a translucent liquid.

Chen Ze took it and shook it; it looked similar to cow’s milk.

"This is a wing of the Blood Dragon. I happened to pass by and casually slaughtered one to bring here." Another pair of wings, but these were much larger, one wing was as big as three tables.

"I’ve used magic to compress it, it’s actually even larger." Mr. Stan clarified specially. Without compression, the wing would probably take over Chen Ze’s restaurant.

Chen Ze eyed the wing in front of him, filled with a rich smell of blood, and nodded. It looked like Chen’s Barbecue could launch a new variety.

Betty looked at the wings in surprise. She seemed anxious, as if she wanted to say something, but dared not to in the presence of Mr. Stan.

Mr. Stan took out the last ingredient, a small bag shimmering with magical light—shells.

"Tidal Conch from the Endless Sea." A very brief explanation.

Chen Ze put the shells away, setting them aside. He now had many ideas, but all required lengthy experimentation. He was somewhat impatient.

"Mr. Stan, next time you come, you should be able to taste an even more delicious Buffet," Chen Ze said, curious about the flavor this bottle of milk would bring to the Buffet.

Stan nodded, which was exactly why he had made a special trip to the Sorrow Abyss to slaughter a few cows.

After seeing Stan off, Chen Ze couldn’t wait to tie on his headscarf and carry the milk and shell into the kitchen.

As for the wings, Chen Ze planned to cart them over later.

"Manager!" Betty called out to Chen Ze.

"What’s up?" Chen Ze looked at Betty, perplexed. The Succubus seemed more spirited, but had an anxious look in her eyes.

"This... These wings might be a bit troublesome," said Betty, pointing to the wings with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"What’s the matter? Are these wings cursed?" Chen Ze asked, growing serious. He knew nothing about magic, so it was better to be cautious.

Although Chen Ze didn’t think Stan meant him any harm, it was still wise to be careful.

"The Blood Dragon... it’s a pet raised by the Blood Ancestor, who will definitely not be pleased," Betty explained quickly, noticing Chen Ze’s confused look. frёewebηovel.cѳm

"The Blood Dragon was raised by the Blood Ancestor, and there were just two of them. Now that one is missing a wing, the Blood Ancestor might not be able to do anything about Mr. Stan, but as for you, Manager..." Chen Ze understood what Betty meant.

In simple terms, Stan had taken a pair of wings, and the Blood Ancestor might not be able to win against Stan and thus was powerless, but Chen Ze could become the target of revenge for the Blood Ancestor.

Chen Ze scratched his head. He wasn’t too worried about the issue, not to mention whether the Blood Ancestor could break the restaurant’s Magic Circle. Even finding the place posed a problem.

So far, Chen Ze had not seen a single customer who could open the Teleportation Magic to come in on their own. They all needed to come through the portal that descended to their location.

"All right, don’t worry. Come and help me store these wings," said Chen Ze, waving his hand dismissively.

Watching Chen Ze walk away nonchalantly, Betty didn’t know what to say. The Blood Ancestor was, after all, the eternal leader of the Blood Clan, one of the two mightiest beings at the apex of the negative planes.

But thinking of Stan’s attitude, Betty felt somewhat reassured. There probably wouldn’t be any issues, probably... right?

Chen Ze walked into the kitchen with the milk, intending to try making ice cream and then turning it into a Buffet.

Chen Ze was experienced in making Buffet, but as for turning milk into ice cream, he genuinely didn’t know how.

Therefore, Chen Ze turned to the ever-reliable Baidu. After all, these basic things could usually be found on there.

However, Chen Ze had clearly overlooked a problem.

Glancing at the no signal indicator on his phone, and then at Betty, who was diligently wiping tables and chairs in the restaurant, Chen Ze sighed.

It seemed he would still need to go out to gather information, and while he was at it, buy a set of waitress clothes for Betty to wear.

"Let’s see, cookbooks... ingredients and spices that need restocking, and clothes for Betty," Chen Ze jotter in his little notebook.

"Betty, I’m stepping out for a while. Keep cleaning properly and if any customers come, ask them to wait until I return," Chen Ze said, changing into a new outfit and stepping out the door.

"Certainly, Mr. Manager," Betty said with a smile as she watched Chen Ze’s departing figure.