My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 367: Chapter 227: Social Divine Artifact

Chen Ze originally planned to eat it himself, but then he thought of Elizabeth’s exaggerated capacity for getting drunk. If she ended up intoxicated, the day would be over, and he would definitely be at a loss. So, Chen Ze still chose not to go ahead and eat it. frёeωebɳovel.com

"Betty can’t either..." Chen Ze was a bit troubled. Betty was a waitress, and if she got drunk, Chen Ze would have to double as a waitress again.

Chen Ze rubbed his head. He really hadn’t anticipated that after making the modified drunken chicken, he would face the tragic situation of having no one to taste it.

"Ah, heavens above, grant me a customer," Chen Ze silently prayed. Right now, he could only hope that a customer who liked to drink would come soon.

Speaking of which, Yan Chixia, who came yesterday, would be perfect, only Senior Yan didn’t seem to come often. Speaking of which...

"Manager, this old man has come to eat." Suddenly, a very pleasant voice came from the entrance, and as soon as Chen Ze heard this address, he immediately knew who the customer was.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant~ Mister Dragone," Betty immediately greeted him, smiling at Dragone who was walking in.

"Yo, Dragone, long time no see. Are you here by yourself today?" Chen Ze also poked his head out to say hello, but he did not see Sebastian and Riesel.

"Yes, today it’s just one dragon coming. Sebastian has been dealing with a group of heroes who breached his lair, and Riesel has gone to help," Dragone calmly sat down, took the lemon water Betty handed to him, and sipped.

"You’re not going?" Chen Ze was a bit surprised; he remembered that these three dragons were friends.

"I’ll pass. It’s just a bunch of people blinded by greed; Sebastian and Riesel are enough," Dragone had beautiful eyes, and his elf incarnation looked like an Elf Queen.

If Chen Ze hadn’t known Dragone’s gender, he might have questioned life, considering Dragone really looked quite feminine.

"I see. So, what would you like to eat today, Dragone?" Chen Ze looked forward with anticipation at Dragone, as he could help him solve the problem with the modified drunken chicken.

"Just give me a portion of Manager’s special recommendation for today," Dragone said, smiling as he leaped into the pit.

Then Chen Ze immediately went back and made another portion of spicy chicken and put it together with the modified drunken chicken and a bowl of rice on a plate.

"Betty, come in and serve the dishes." Chen Ze clapped his hands, then stood expectantly in the kitchen, silently watching Dragone, who was about to eat.

"Manager’s culinary skills really are getting better and better." Dragone savored the smell, as a delicious aroma filled the air.

Then Dragone picked up his chopsticks, first tasting the spicy chicken, nodding with satisfaction, and then reached for the drunken chicken.

Upon tasting the drunken chicken, Dragone paused for a second. Definitely not because it was poisoned or anything, but because he had never tasted such a unique dish.

The chicken was stewed until tender, but not in a way that made it unpalatable. Instead, its flavor was incredibly good, and one could even feel a fragrance hitting the nose as they ate.

Moreover, Dragone felt there was a very unique taste within the drunken chicken, elevating the whole flavor and making it irresistible to dragons.

Next, Dragone quickly finished a bowl of drunken chicken, then, with some regret, he ate the spicy chicken and finally put down his chopsticks.

"How does it taste?" Chen Ze came out, and Dragone looked quite normal. There was no flush on his face, nor any signs of drunkenness.

"It’s great, Manager! Your drunken chicken is very delicious. There’s just a light taste of wine in it, but it’s not strong, and it doesn’t make me feel drunk at all," Dragone nodded, then took two Moonlight Mushrooms out of his pocket and placed them on the table.

"Manager, this is my payment for the meal," Dragone licked his lips, still savoring the taste of the drunken chicken.

"Alright, welcome to come again next time," Chen Ze was also pleased. It seemed that the drunken chicken was a success and didn’t get anyone drunk.

"Sorry, Manager, I need to buy some other things. Sebastian and Riesel have asked me to help them buy something to eat," Dragone said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Oh? Okay, what do they want to eat?" Chen Ze was curious; this must be the first customer to order takeout from his restaurant. freewёbnoνel.com

"That’s where it’s a bit awkward for me to say." Dragone seemed a bit embarrassed.

"Riesel wants the hotpot he’s used to, but Sebastian finds it boring and wants something tasty, and it must have lots of meat," Dragone looked at Chen Ze, unsure if Chen Ze could make this dish, as the description was rather vague.

"Ah... no problem, but it might take a while," Chen Ze nodded. A small issue.

Not to mention the spicy chicken that could meet the requirement, Chen Ze also had an even better recommendation—the legendary socialite artifact: spicy crawfish.

Chen Ze opened the fridge. He had bought quite a lot of crawfish from the supermarket earlier, mainly because the price was quite reasonable, possibly due to the impact on the seafood business.

So, Chen Ze had stocked up on plenty of crawfish, originally intended for his own enjoyment since the taste was really quite good.

But now, with the takeout requests from Sebastian and Riesel, Chen Ze didn’t mind making a portion of spicy crawfish to satisfy the two dragons’ cravings.

"Manager, are you going to make crawfish?" Betty leaned in close, her face displaying ’I’m very curious.’

"Yes, how did you know?" Chen Ze glanced at Betty, but quickly realized that she was often on the internet.

"Saw it online, but Manager, why are crawfish called some sort of social artifact?" Betty’s curiosity was indeed strong.

"You know what a smartphone is, right?" Chen Ze asked Betty.

"Mhm, I know. They say people can’t live without smartphones these days," Betty immediately nodded.

"Eating crawfish requires peeling, and it’s oily, so you can’t use your hands to check your phone. This means you have to chat with your friends and such instead, and that’s why it’s called the social artifact," Chen Ze explained quickly, although when eating alone, he still liked to look at his phone.

"No wonder," Betty nodded, standing at the door with an expectant look on her face.

"Alright, alright, I’ll make a few extra so you can try some," Chen Ze rolled his eyes. Is she a succubus or a pig?

How can she eat so much?