My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 355: Chapter Two Hundred and Fifteen: The Guest Who Liked Good Wine

"Manager," Betty gathered the dishes and chopsticks that Conan and the others had used and was now washing them.

"What’s up?" Chen Ze felt considerably happier, probably because his prank had succeeded.

He had to admit, when he said those two sentences, coupled with seeing the terrified expressions on Conan and Xiao Ai, Chen Ze felt extremely satisfied.

Indeed, people’s happiness is built upon the suffering of others.

"I feel like it’s been a long time since I saw Andrew and Elena," Betty sighed, her tail drooping, perfectly reflecting her master’s mood.

Chen Ze raised an eyebrow; Betty was indeed very easy to understand, in all senses of the term. Now, by looking at her tail, Chen Ze could comprehend Betty’s feelings.

When Betty was in a good mood, her tail would wag, and when she wasn’t, it wouldn’t move. If she was feeling very despondent, it would hang down.

"Yes, it really has been a long time since we’ve seen Andrew and Elena, and some other customers don’t come by often either," Chen Ze shook his head.

As for Andrew’s state of mind, Chen Ze could roughly guess. It wasn’t at the point of resentment over minor favors, but the help Chen Ze had given Andrew was so great that it left the stubborn boy unsure of how to face it.

And since he didn’t know how to face it, it wasn’t strange that Andrew chose to avoid the issue.

It was like if a friend lent Chen Ze five thousand yuan during the toughest times, he would be deeply moved. But if someone lent him a billion... well...

Upon this thought, Chen Ze realized he didn’t have such friends and he let out a sigh of relief.

"I wonder what they’re up to." Betty still looked depressed, which made the corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitch. Could it be that this guy had fallen for Andrew?

Andrew... Chen Ze remembered Andrew was probably not yet of age – liking shota is against the law.

"I miss Elena too, her adorable face..." Chen Ze shook his head. Lolicons are a no-go, you bastard!

Just as Chen Ze was about to say something to calm Betty down, the sound of the Wind Chime rang. Another guest had arrived.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, esteemed guest~" Betty immediately went out with a smile on her face.

"Yo, shopkeeper, I’m back~" A very rough voice resounded, somewhat familiar to Chen Ze.

"Little demoness, there’s no scent of blood on you, which pleases me," Chen Ze peeked out to take a look, and then he saw Yan Chixia.

"Senior Yan, long time no see," Chen Ze said with a smile, looking at Yan Chixia. He felt a profound affection for this guest from the ’A Chinese Ghost Story’ world.

"Shopkeeper lad, do you have the same wine as last time?" Yan Chixia, with drunken and bleary eyes, looked at Chen Ze, a slight flush on his face.

"Senior Yan, have you been drinking again?" Chen Ze asked curiously as he looked at Yan Chixia, wondering if he was practicing the path of the drunken sword immortal.

"Heh, I encountered a Dryad Grandma at Lanruo Temple today, claimed she was some tree demoness. Gave her a good thumping, felt great!" Yan Chixia chortled as he sat down, and Betty poured him a glass of lemon water.

"Mmm... sour and sweet water? Not bad for sobering up..." Yan Chixia took a sip of the lemon water.

Chen Ze quickly realized that Yan Chixia must have entered the main storyline of ’A Chinese Ghost Story.’ If this were some sort of reincarnation space, he might have received a mission from the main god.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. Chen Ze was just a chef.

"Senior Yan, have you seen the ghost under Dryad Grandma’s command?" Chen Ze was very curious, knowing that in the entire storyline of ’A Chinese Ghost Story,’ the character Nie Xiaoqian, played by Wang Zuxian, was considered a goddess.

"Ghost? I did see one called Nie Xiaoqian, who specializes in luring travelers to provide the demoness with their blood as food," Yan Chixia looked at Chen Ze with a hint of perplexity.

"Is she pretty?" Chen Ze grew even more curious.

"Hmph! Lad of the restaurant, you must know that humans and ghosts tread different paths. Why are you in such a hurry to ask?" Yan Chixia placed the wine gourd on the table, looking at Chen Ze with a serious face.

Chen Ze fell silent for a while, he couldn’t possibly admit that he used to really like Wang Zuxian’s Nie Xiaoqian, right? Wouldn’t that just be drooling over her form?

"Senior Yan, I’ve recently received a bottle of fine wine here at the restaurant. It’s truly excellent, though it’s incredibly potent—I’m afraid even you might fall after just one cup," Chen Ze deftly decided to skirt around the topic. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Oh? What fine wine? Bring it out for me to taste at once!" As expected, the drunkard took the bait immediately.

"Alright, wait here for a moment." Chen Ze brought out the Sorrow Sake from the kitchen.

Chen Ze opened the bottle and poured out a large cup of dark purple liquid, this was the Sorrow Sake.

"Is this it?" Yan Chixia looked disdainfully at the wine before him, seeing nothing special about the drink.

"Why not taste it and see for yourself?" Chen Ze smiled confidently.

"Fine, I’ll take a taste." Yan Chixia picked up the cup and slowly took a sip.

"Hmm..." Yan Chixia paused, his eyes growing dull as he stared ahead.

"Senior Yan?" Chen Ze curiously waved his hand in front of him, but there was no response.

"Whoosh..." Yan Chixia exhaled, and then to Chen Ze’s astonishment, Yan Chixia started to steam and the air gradually filled with the fragrance of wine.

"Indeed, a fine wine with a good taste—this is it." Yan Chixia nodded with satisfaction, clearly impressed that the alcohol was strong enough for him to force it out with his magical power.

Moreover, the taste upon entry was extremely rich, quite the opposite of its potency, and surprisingly easy to swallow. Once down the throat, one could feel a warm surge spreading out from the stomach and sweeping across the entire body in an instant.

"So, Senior, how much would you like?" Chen Ze glanced at the kitchen. There was still a lot of Sorrow Sake left; only a tenth had been poured out.

"Just fill up my wine gourd," Yan Chixia said, briskly passing over his gourd to Chen Ze.

A wine gourd was filled with half a bottle of Sorrow Sake.

"Lad of the restaurant, I’ll be back next time," Yan Chixia seemed to be in a rush as he took the wine gourd, left behind a book, and hurriedly departed.

Chen Ze didn’t even have the chance to ask him to stay longer and could only watch helplessly as Yan Chixia pushed the door open and left.

"Pfft—Boss, that customer sure was in a hurry," Betty couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

Chen Ze’s lips twitched, but he still picked up the book left on the table, recognizing the book’s title from the cover.

"The ’Tao Te Ching’? Feels like a bit of a loss... I thought it would be a book on cultivation," Chen Ze flipped it open to peek inside, quickly noticing that the book was handwritten, and the person who had written it had exceptional brushwork, creating characters full of aesthetic appeal.

"Never thought Senior Yan had such skill..." Chen Ze expressed his admiration, then noticed a line of text on the last page.

"...written by Dong Qichang in the Ming era..."

Chen Ze was stunned.