My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 391: Chapter 251: The Great Detective Holmes’... Admirer

Chen Ze cracked his neck, a way of preparing himself for this unique dish because he needed to process it quickly. If he was too slow, Chen Ze really wasn’t sure he could do a good job. What if the taste deteriorated? What if it affected the final quality of the "Carp Leaping Over the Dragon Gate?" Wouldn’t that be a loss for Chen Ze?

"Manager, what are you doing?" Betty leaned on the kitchen window, curiously watching Chen Ze.

"Cooking, what else could I be doing?" Chen Ze rolled his eyes. Besides cooking, what else would he be doing in the kitchen? Kitchens are meant for cooking, right?

Of course, if it were in the world of the young girl Sylvie, the kitchen could indeed be used for other things. But the problem is this is the real world, not Sylvie’s world.

But maybe later I could try with Lady Lafra?

A bold idea flashed through Chen Ze’s mind, but he immediately shook his head and cast the thought aside. After all, he was in the middle of cooking. If anything went wrong, it would be quite embarrassing.

Chen Ze ignored Betty and started working on the live carp in front of him.

However, before he even started, Chen Ze remembered a critical issue: he hadn’t carved a dragon head or prepared a dragon body, let alone the dragon claws. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"This feels like a complete disaster. How am I supposed to carve the dragon head?" Chen Ze felt somewhat bald, his culinary skills were quite good, but carving with food ingredients was something Chen Ze had never done before, so he was quite troubled now.

"Forget it, I’ll learn as I watch a video. Learn what I can." Chen Ze shook his head, deciding he needed to add food carving to his study plan for next time; otherwise, it would be troublesome to make this type of dish again.

While watching the video, Chen Ze diligently carved the daikon in his hands and finally produced four dragon heads.

"Manager, Lady Lafra is sleeping. Maybe..." Betty came in, then suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Betty looked at the four unrecognizable white objects in front of Chen Ze, her face full of confusion. She walked over curiously, circled around them, and then looked at Chen Ze with surprise.

"Manager, when did you start learning dark magic? Or are you planning to sacrifice to an Evil God?" Betty eyed Chen Ze suspiciously; the scene in front of her looked very much like a sacrifice to a dark Evil God, and moreover, an unidentified one.

"What nonsense are you talking? I’m cooking, go out and clean up." Embarrassed to be seen with his failures, Chen Ze quickly shooed Betty out.

In the end, Chen Ze decided not to carve the dragon heads this time. He simply tied the vermicelli to make a simple dragon body; after all, carving the head required experience and time.

After quickly bundling the vermicelli, Chen Ze dropped it into the hot oil. After it puffed up, he wrapped it tightly with egg skin.

Next was the task of dealing with the carp.

Chen Ze lifted out the carp, made an incision on its back, and made another cut below the fish skin, removing two pieces of fresh fish meat. He sliced them into butterfly patterns and then stuffed the meat back in. freeweɓnøvel.com

He then inserted the fish head and tail onto bamboo skewers, placed them on a plate, and set it on the kitchen table.

Chen Ze took out the fish slices, put them into a boiling pot of chicken broth, covered it with a lid, and once the pot boiled, scooped out a spoonful to taste.

"The taste is alright, but it’s too complicated to make." Chen Ze shook his head, suspecting he had found a fraudulent recipe.

However, when Chen Ze thought about other recipes he still hadn’t tried, he felt relieved.

Chen Ze looked at the long list of recipes before him, decisively gave up on continuing with the current one, and chose another. It was a good thing he had bought two carp; otherwise, he might not have had enough time to finish cooking.

Following the method from another recipe, Chen Ze made a dish called Carp Leaping Over Dragon Gate.

[You have made a common Carp Leaping Over Dragon Gate, Huaxia Cuisine experience increased by 5 points]

Chen Ze pursed his lips; it seemed the knife skills were still the issue, along with the steps of handling the fish and the method of choosing it. Otherwise, the dish would not have received just a common rating.

But nonetheless, he was quite satisfied with the dish he had made. Next was to take photos and share them on his social circle, and also send one to his sister.

Chen Ze took out his cell phone and checked it. His sister hadn’t replied to his earlier message, probably because her phone was still with her teacher. Nevertheless, Chen Ze sent the photo to her.

[Great Writer: Carp Leaping Over Dragon Gate, hoping you too will get into a university of your dreams]

He hit send, only to see the message stuck in a sending loop for ages.

"What’s going on?" Chen Ze was a bit confused, but he understood the next moment when he heard the sound of a wind chime.

"Mr. Manager, do you have afternoon tea today?" Moriarty pushed the door open and walked in. This time, however, he came alone—his loyal sidekick Moran had not followed.

"Sorry, Professor Moriarty, our restaurant doesn’t serve afternoon tea at the moment," Chen Ze replied helplessly. Was this the professor’s persistence? Every afternoon he came in, he’d ask about afternoon tea.

"Oh? That’s a pity. Then just give me a main dish, a dessert, and a drink, please," Moriarty didn’t mind and took off his gentleman’s hat, placing it on the table, then sat down.

"Thank you, Betty." Moriarty smiled as he accepted the lemon water Betty handed him and took a refreshing sip.

Chen Ze nodded, pondered for a moment, and then decided to prepare an Icy Chestnut Rice for Professor Moriarty, with a light cheesecake for dessert, and as for the drink, Chen Ze thought of making a fruit juice.

These dishes posed no difficulty for Chen Ze at present, so it didn’t take long before he had finished and arranged them on a tray for Betty to serve.

"Ah... Mr. Manager’s cooking is as delicious as ever. Even the best chef in London couldn’t make food as wonderful as yours," Moriarty lavished his praise without stinginess.

"Professor, if you had come earlier, you might have met a detective," Chen Ze said with a smile as he wiped a glass, planning to make himself a glass of watermelon juice.

"A detective? Who might that be, Mr. Manager?" Moriarty caught the key word.

"It’s a devotee of the great detective Sherlock Holmes... Kudo Shinichi," Chen Ze shrugged. When he mentioned the great detective Sherlock Holmes, Moriarty clearly became more attentive, but relaxed again upon hearing the rest.

"Kudo Shinichi? That name doesn’t ring a bell. Is he a detective from Japan?" Moriarty was unconcerned.