My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 388: Chapter 248: A Shiny Exterior Doesn’t Mean a Shiny Interior

"Manager, what kind of food do you generally like to eat?" Betty lay sprawled on the table, idly twirling her finger, clearly bored.

There weren’t any customers at the moment, and without customers, the restaurant would get very quiet; so Betty decided to find something to do.

"Food? I’m not picky, except I don’t eat fish, and I also don’t eat konjac," Chen Ze thought for a moment then replied; in fact, he really wasn’t a fussy eater.

During preschool, he was considered a good child in the teachers’ eyes—probably because he wasn’t picky and didn’t make much fuss, which fitted the definition of a good child back then.

As he grew up, the criterion became good grades, and students with good grades often received preferential treatment.

"Huh? I thought the manager was someone very particular," Betty said, puzzled. She had initially thought Chen Ze was very particular about gourmet food; after all, wasn’t that the kind of person who would open a restaurant?

"You’re thinking too much; I’m not a fan of the petty-bourgeois lifestyle," Chen Ze rolled his eyes. His family was average—if he hadn’t inherited the restaurant, he’d likely be the type who didn’t worry about food and clothes.

However, his family was still a distance away from being well off—probably fitting somewhere in the lower-middle class?

"Petty-bourgeois lifestyle? What’s that?" Betty got even more curious; she’d never heard of it before.

"It’s like..." Chen Ze started to explain, but then the sound of the wind chime rang.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, honored guests~" Betty immediately perked up and went over. Having customers was good—it meant no longer being bored.

"Is this a restaurant? What star rating does it have?" A blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman entered. She was dressed in clothing that looked expensive, and she also wore some jewelry.

"Star rating?" Betty was a bit confused; she didn’t recall their restaurant having any star rating.

Chen Ze quickly realized the woman was probably referring to a Michelin-star restaurant.

Michelin-star restaurants were globally recognized as a standard for evaluating restaurants, although Chen Ze initially didn’t understand—wasn’t Michelin a tire company? How did they cross over to rate restaurants?

It wasn’t until later that he learned such restaurants did indeed exist and were certainly not the tire-selling type he had imagined.

"I’m sorry, ma’am, our establishment isn’t rated with stars," Chen Ze said with a smile as he stepped forward to explain.

Then, Chen Ze noticed a jade bracelet on the woman’s wrist; it looked quite pretty.

"Tsk, not a star-rated restaurant? I thought it was. So, you’re the chef here, right? What dishes do you recommend?" The woman spoke with a tone that made Chen Ze slightly uncomfortable, but he didn’t take it too much to heart.

"Guest, here is our menu," Betty approached and handed the menu, which was full of pictures, to the woman.

"Don’t touch me with your filthy hands, you whore," the woman said with a look of disdain, focusing her gaze on the wings behind Betty.

"Guest, please maintain the respect due to the restaurant’s staff," Chen Ze couldn’t stand it anymore; why was this woman so pretentious?

"Respect? I’m a customer, and the customer is god. Don’t you know that as someone running a restaurant? Moreover, do you know how expensive the clothes I’m wearing are? Thirty thousand euros! Without any discount! If they get ruined, how many men will this lowly woman have to sleep with to compensate me?" The woman was not only unrepentant but had an even more arrogant expression.

Betty was shaking all over; she now understood what the woman was implying—she was essentially being called a...

"Guest, our restaurant is a legitimate establishment, and our staff are professional. Please do not look down on my staff with prejudice," Chen Ze grew even more annoyed—it really was true what they said about forests and the birds they attract.

"What a lousy restaurant? Forget it, I’m not eating. I don’t want to eat dishes served by someone who spends all day holding men’s...," the woman snorted coldly, then picked up her purse, ready to leave.

"Madam, please apologize to my staff member," Chen Ze stood expressionless in front of the woman.

"Apologize? Are you joking?" The woman looked at Chen Ze with a bemused expression.

"Madam, I am not joking," Chen Ze’s voice grew even colder.

"This is my staff member, a succubus, and this place here..." Chen Ze walked over, and Betty flapped her wings behind her, staring coldly at the woman.

The woman’s expression became even more horrified, originally thinking this lady was just to satisfy some perverse desires, but those wings...

"Here, it is Hell," Chen Ze controlled the Magic Circle and restrained the woman.

"Let... let me go! You devil!" the woman screamed in terror, her voice becoming more and more shrill.

"A devil? I am certainly no devil." Watching the woman in panic, Chen Ze suddenly felt it was quite pointless to argue with such a person, with not a bit of fun in it.

Chen Ze waved his hand, and the Magic Circle’s restraint was lifted, letting the woman fall from mid-air.

A crack sounded as the bracelet the woman was wearing split open.

And the contents of her bag scattered all over the ground.

Chen Ze glanced, noticing many bank statements, and even a box of small umbrellas, realizing she was not a lady of wealth.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!! My bracelet! I bought it with two credit cards! My... my..." The woman wailed in despair, her hands frantically scraping the pieces of the bracelet off the ground.

"You owe me a bracelet!" the woman’s eyes, red with rage, glared at Chen Ze.

"This is fake," Chen Ze picked up the bracelet and took a look.

His family dealt in the jade business, so Chen Ze had a good ability to discern such things. The jade bracelet might look like made of glass, but it was actually a counterfeit. freewebnσvel.cøm

"You... owe me... a bracelet!" the woman yelled stubbornly, clearly not having comprehended Chen Ze’s words.

Chen Ze rolled his eyes, then used the Magic Circle to bind the woman and threw her out.

Her voice was really shrill; he felt like his ears were about to be damaged.

"Manager, her voice was really noisy~" Betty said, smiling cheerfully at Chen Ze.

"Yeah, especially noisy. Wonder what she ate," Chen Ze nodded and then returned to the kitchen.

There are always some people in this world who, for the sake of appearances, will stop at nothing, which naturally includes some nasty customers.

Chen Ze yawned and continued on with his culinary research, deciding to focus on conquering the Wen Si Tofu next.

"Wen Si Tofu, huh... I don’t even know if my knife skills are up to it," Chen Ze felt a bit melancholic but still took out his phone to start looking up recipes.