My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 352: Chapter Two Hundred and Twelve The sun rose as usual the next day

"Can I finish this bowl of noodles?" Wu Haifeng pleaded as he looked at Fan Wujiu, understanding he couldn’t escape, but still longing to finish his noodles.

"No, it’s time for you to go to the Underworld, and living souls can’t linger in the mortal world for long," Fan Wujiu said, shaking his head decisively, without a hint of flexibility.

"Please!" Wu Haifeng turned to Xie BiAn, who also shook his head.

"Let him finish it; after all, wasting food is a shameful act," Chen Ze couldn’t help but interject, even though he didn’t really want to interfere with Black and White Impermanence.

"..." Xie BiAn and Fan Wujiu exchanged glances.

"Since the shop owner has spoken, then you’re permitted to finish that bowl of noodles," Xie BiAn sighed and then sat down next to Wu Haifeng, along with Fan Wujiu.

"Gentlemen, would you like to order something?" Betty approached, pouring a glass of lemon water for Black and White Impermanence.

"This..." Xie BiAn hesitated, as by rights they couldn’t consume mortal food and needed incense to absorb the essence of food.

But this place didn’t seem like one where they could offer incense, yet he could clearly see Wu Haifeng eating noodles.

"Then let’s have a dish, anything will do," Xie BiAn nodded eventually, feeling that this magical place might provide some culinary delights different from those in the human world.

Betty made a scissor gesture towards the kitchen, leaving Chen Ze somewhere between laughter and tears.

This succubus, daring to solicit business even from Black and White Impermanence, seemed to be improving on her path as a waitress.

Chen Ze hesitated for a while, but still decided to prepare two servings of braised pork rice for Black and White Impermanence, as it was a Huaxia dish, and likely more suited to their tastes.

"Black and... White Impermanence?" Moriarty noted the term down. Although he couldn’t understand the conversation of Black and White Impermanence, he could understand Chen Ze and Betty.

Moriarty planned to ask someone what the identity of Black and White Impermanence actually was after he returned.

Wu Haifeng bowed his head, slowly savoring his dan dan noodles. Usually, he would have finished this in less than ten minutes, but now, he had been eating for fifteen.

Chew slowly and savor each bite, this is what his grandmother had told him. But he had never done that before, always eager to finish quickly and then relax.

After all, his rest time was limited, and the pressure of studying was enormous. He could only relax a bit after a meal.

But even so, his relaxation time was always so brief. He couldn’t forget sitting on the sofa after dinner, looking at his phone, then getting hit on the head with a bowl.

It hurt, the bowl used for eating, but the pain in his heart hurt even more. Wu Haifeng never thought that his father would hurl such ugly insults at him just because he looked at his phone after a meal.

All he had was that bit of rest time... Did all his time have to be devoted to studying?

With his head lowered, Wu Haifeng listened to the incessant humilations, the shattered bowl on the floor, and the white rice scattered around, fueling the anger and impulse growing inside him.

In the end, he chose to open the window and put an end to it all.

But as he fell, he regretted it deeply, immensely regretted it. His mother’s heart-wrenching cries filled his ears, his body ached terribly, to an unbearable degree.

He wanted to go back, wished time could rewind, to take a regret pill.

He wanted to return to that home, even though his father was strict, even overbearing, but his mother loved him, was kind. If he were gone, he couldn’t imagine the blow his mother would suffer.

Watching his mother cry herself hoarse, cry until there were no tears left, only able to sit beside his body and wail, Wu Haifeng felt overwhelming regret.

But there was no turning back.

Wu Haifeng’s tears fell in large drops onto his face; this was the noodles his mother would make for him early every morning, with a lot of meat, though not very tasty.

Xie BiAn and Fan Wujiu sat nearby, eating the braised pork Chen Ze had prepared for them. They felt no inner turmoil at the sight of Wu Haifeng’s crying.

Chen Ze stood silently in the kitchen. It had been said that one could see all of life’s vicissitudes in a hospital, and that every healthy person should be grateful for not being afflicted with illness or disaster, avoiding such pain.

Chen Ze still remembered something his fifth aunt told him: a girl had a car accident, fell into a coma, and was kept alive on a respirator for treatment. But her family was unwilling to bear the hefty surgical costs and had no choice but to remove the respirator.

But it seemed the girl sensed what was happening; she bit down on the respirator tube, refusing to leave this world like that. freёweɓnovel.com

In the end, however, there was nothing to be done. The hospital couldn’t provide free assistance to every patient.

At the prime of her life, in her twenties, she closed her eyes forever.

If hospitals are already like this, how many tragedies must Black and White Impermanence have seen?

Chen Ze didn’t dare to think about it; he just felt he was still a soft-hearted person, incapable of turning a blind eye and a deaf ear.

Whether it was Betty, Andrew, or Ronna, Chen Ze was willing to help as much as he could.

"We’re done eating, and now it’s your turn to get on your way," said Xie BiAn and Fan Wujiu as they stood up and pulled Wu Haifeng to his feet.

Then Xie BiAn took out a Gold Ingot from his bosom and placed it on the table.

"Owner, this is for the three of our meals."

Chen Ze picked up the Gold Ingot, feeling a bit chilly yet certainly gold, with no sudden transformation into a paper ingot.

"It seems Black and White Impermanence aren’t completely indifferent after all," Chen Ze remarked and stored the Gold Ingot in the cabinet.

"Boss, this is for our meal," said Moriarty, standing up, eager to find out what Black and White Impermanence really were.

Moran then placed a wooden box on the table, inside was a bottle of red wine.

"Although it’s not an expensive red wine, this is my favorite," Moriarty left quickly, leaving these words behind.

Chen Ze looked at the red wine with an odd expression; he had not expected Moriarty to leave behind a bottle of red wine.

"Phew, boss, we had a lot of customers today," Betty said as she gathered the dishes and utensils together.

"It’s good to have more customers. I would be quite troubled with none," Chen Ze said as he put the red wine in the kitchen. He planned to keep it to enjoy with Lafra.

Red wine, red wine, Chen Ze thought Lafra would like it since the color was great and matched Lafra’s aesthetic quite well.

But the next moment, the Wind Chime rang again, proving Betty was right.

"Eh? What place is this?" said a somewhat childish voice.

Chen Ze poked his head out and saw five children, one of them in blue clothes and wearing frameless glasses.