My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 394: Chapter 254: Durian Chicken

Durian, this fruit is quite unique; those who love it can’t get enough, wanting one every single day, while those who hate it feel nauseated at the mere smell and may have already vomited twice.

Chen Ze actually quite liked durian. Back in elementary school, he even asked his mom to bring him a bag of durian candy from his hometown. He got called out for eating crap after trying it during a break. Then, Chen Ze shared some with his class, and about sixty-five percent of the boys liked it.

And the girls? They collectively declared that the taste was physiologically unacceptable to them.

Later, Chen Ze was summoned by the homeroom teacher to the office, and from that point on, he could only eat durian candy at home due to its strong smell. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"I can’t... stand it..." Betty dashed out, standing on the edge of the dining room and taking deep breaths.

Chen Ze twitched the corners of his mouth but still used a knife to split the durian and took out the flesh. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Durian is a fruit, but its fame is limited to Asia. For example, in Europe and America, if you bring a durian into a library, it might get sealed off because they suspect toxic gas.

And if you eat it at home? That’s still okay, but if your "kind-hearted" neighbors catch a whiff, they might help you by calling the police.

Chen Ze was fine, though; the smell of durian was tolerable for him. Instead of using it for anything else right away, he sampled a piece and nodded in satisfaction. This durian was indeed quite good.

Durian grows on trees, but generally, they only fall at night when there aren’t many people around; otherwise, it would be quite a shock during the daytime.

Of course, there are now nets around durian trees to prevent the fruits from whimsically challenging natural laws and checking if a daytime dive would be more thrilling.

"Should I try making a popsicle?" Chen Ze stroked his chin, not just talking nonsense as there indeed were durian popsicles, and he had tried one before.

However, after eating it, he regretted it because he couldn’t taste the durian flesh in the popsicle, only coconut, though the intense durian flavor was similar to durian candy.

Looking at the durian in front of him, Chen Ze thought making a durian popsicle seemed like a good option, and he went on to take a durian, processed it simply, stuck a stick in, and put it in the freezer compartment of another small fridge.

He certainly didn’t want his frozen meat coming out smelling of durian.

"As for the rest of the durian, I’ll make durian chicken." Chen Ze clapped his hands, thinking it was a good idea.

Durian chicken, although it sounded strange, was surprisingly categorized as a health dish. The first time Chen Ze looked up the recipe, he almost popped his eyes out.

But considering the nutritional value of durian, it didn’t seem so odd after all.

Chen Ze thought it over; durian chicken was a dish that depended greatly on personal taste, especially the amount of key ingredient durian, which was entirely up to the cook and the diner.

"Put in... three, right? Three should be enough." Chen Ze clapped his hands, thinking it was just right, not too much, not too little.

Then Chen Ze started following the recipe and began to prepare the durian chicken, while Betty’s nightmare also began.

At first, the kitchen had the strongest smell of durian, and Betty was still able to breathe relatively comfortably in the dining room, hanging on for dear life.

But unexpectedly, as Chen Ze added durian to the soup, the rich fragrance of durian spread thoroughly, quickly permeating the entire ground-floor dining area.

Betty’s face turned green, and she suddenly felt that Chen Ze’s spacious kitchen wasn’t all that great, especially since it couldn’t contain smells.

"Boss... have a heart..." Betty leaned painfully against the wall, feeling like she couldn’t dare to use her nose.

"Just touch this, and you’ll manage." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, but knowing his dish was indeed too fragrant, he handed the nasal protection stone over to Betty.

Betty felt much better now, but as she looked at the durian in the pot, her entire being still radiated disdain, an expression she couldn’t hide.

"Manager, if I hadn’t seen where this thing came from, I might have thought you’d gone to learn from Lao Ba, starting to cook that," Betty said, pouting. She found the dish physiologically unacceptable.

"Don’t worry, this is a nutritious dish, and it’s said that boiling soup with its shell can even beautify and nourish the skin," Chen Ze calmly continued cooking the durian chicken in the pot.

Beauty has been the pursuit of the vast majority of women since ancient times when cosmetics like rouge were available, along with many so-called exclusive beauty secrets.

In modern times, beauty methods have become even more wild. Getting Botox injections and eyelid surgery are commonplace, and there’s a multitude going to Korea for cosmetic surgery.

But not everyone is willing to spend money on expensive beauty treatments, so some beauty home remedies that sound somewhat reasonable have become very popular.

Among them, boiling soup with durian shell is one such remedy.

"Ew—forget it, we of the Succubus Clan don’t need beauty treatments," Betty shook her head with a face full of confidence.

As a member of the race universally acknowledged as the most charming among all the races of the netherworld, Betty had that confidence.

Chen Ze glanced at her, or more precisely, at Betty’s chest.

Compared to Dragone, there was no difference. Both were flat.

"Manager... what are you looking at..." Betty’s forehead creased with worry lines; she sensed pity in Chen Ze’s gaze.

"Just admiring the airport," Chen Ze replied bluntly.

"...Ah ah ah ah!!" Betty was about to go crazy, now understanding the meaning behind "airport."

"Alright, take a sip and try this," Chen Ze scooped up a spoonful of durian chicken soup and handed it to Betty.

"Manager, are you trying to ruin this pot of soup?" Betty looked flatly at Chen Ze.

"What do you mean?" Chen Ze was somewhat puzzled.

"If I drink this, I’ll definitely vomit, and then into this pot..." Betty didn’t finish her sentence, but the implication was clear.

"Fine, you win."

Chen Ze took the soup spoon and had a taste. The flavor of durian was quite strong, but still tolerable.

[You have made a fairly good durian chicken, home cooking experience has increased by 7 points.]

Chen Ze was taken aback, durian chicken is a home-cooked dish? He thought it was part of Southeast Asian cuisine.

Chen Ze picked up a piece of chicken and tried it. It was good, deliciously cooked, just a bit sweet which he didn’t really like in meat.

Sweet and sour pork ribs were an exception, but at the very least, Chen Ze didn’t like his chicken sweet.

"Manager, let me eat...ugh..." The door opened.