My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 401: Chapter 261: Paper-wrapped Fried Chicken

"Side effects? What side effects?" Flemea looked at Chen Ze curiously. Eating at his place, she had really never seen any side effects. Could this daifuku be some sort of alchemical potion?"

"It’s just... People might do some strange actions." Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, but he still explained.

"That’s fine, let me try it." Flemea took a piece of daifuku, smelled it, and detected nothing weird about it.

On the contrary, there was a faint scent of fruit, which Flemea actually liked quite a bit. However, considering what Chen Ze had mentioned, she decided to be careful.

"Destiny, come here, I have something good for you." Flemea smiled as she stuffed the daifuku into her companion’s mouth.

"Uh... I want to die... Just let me... Mmm... Mmmhmm~" Destiny was on the verge of tears, then suddenly stood up and twisted into a few poses.

"Tsk, it’s really quite an eyesore, Mister Manager, I’ll pass." Flemea shook her head; those poses were too embarrassing. If it had been her, she probably would have socially died on the spot.

"Um... My eyes can’t stand it either, I’ll pass too." Reinhardt, who was eating barbecue, also hurriedly waved his hands, afraid that Chen Ze would offer him the daifuku.

Chen Ze nodded, then prepared to toss the daifuku into the trash can.

"Wait..." Destiny, who had just recovered, spoke out.

"Hm?" Chen Ze turned his head in confusion. Could it be that Destiny felt the daifuku was too embarrassing and wanted to personally dispose of it?

"How much for this... thing? I want to buy it and take it away." Destiny had regained his composure, and his eyes beneath the mask stared fixedly at Chen Ze.

"How much? It’s not necessary, consider it an apology for earlier. If you want it, just take it for free." Chen Ze shook his head. This thing was originally a failed product, and now with Soma Yukihira’s guidance, Chen Ze was confident he could make an even more fantastic daifuku.

"By the way, Flemea." Chen Ze remembered something he had mentioned to her last time.

"What is it, Manager?" Flemea looked at Chen Ze with curiosity.

"About that matter from last time, I’ve already asked someone to handle Hearthstone. I can give it to you when it’s ready." Chen Ze clapped his hands together. Nyarlathotep’s abilities were reliable, it was just uncertain when the otherworld version of Hearthstone would be ready.

"Alright, thank you so much, Mister Manager, by the way." Flemea nodded with a smile, then took a bag out from her bosom.

"This is our payment for the meal, a Sun Mushroom." Flemea handed the bag to Chen Ze.

As soon as Chen Ze took the bag, he felt a warmth emanating from it, and it seemed to be coming from the bag itself, which made him very curious.

He had only heard of the Moonlight Mushroom, and it was also an especially important ingredient in Chen Ze’s possession. Where did this Sun Mushroom pop up from? He wondered about the taste of this new ingredient.

"Thank you, and you’re welcome to come again next time." Although he hadn’t tried it yet, Chen Ze was looking forward to it, considering the name was somewhat similar to Moonlight Mushroom.

"Then we’ll come again next time." Flemea waved her hand and then left with her companion.

Chen Ze stretched lazily, hoping that there would be more customers today; otherwise, it was really too boring.

On the other hand, Destiny once again made his way to He Luo’s shop.

"Why are you here again? Are you here to buy some ingredients?" He Luo looked at Destiny curiously, and subconsciously shifted her stool.

Destiny saw this and felt a twinge of pain in his heart, but today he had come with the intention of repairing their relationship.

"This... It’s something I obtained from a ruin, and it has a very strange effect." Destiny took out the daifuku, the pristine white snack with its tempting food aroma was quite eye-catching.

"Isn’t this meant to be eaten?" He Luo looked at Destiny with dissatisfaction, thinking that the masked man was simply mocking her.

"It’s a real alchemical item, but its effect is quite bizarre; it makes people involuntarily perform a few actions." Destiny quickly explained, otherwise he worried that he would be turned away at the door.

"..." He Luo didn’t speak, just gave him a look as if he were an idiot.

"I can prove it to you!" Destiny anxiously grabbed a piece of daifuku and threw it into his mouth.

"Mr. Destiny, I think... you might need to see a priest, after all, this kind of behavior... " He Luo expressed concern with her face, but her gaze only made Destiny feel even worse—hey, he wasn’t an idiot!

Chen Ze, of course, didn’t know that because of the daifuku, his beloved god had treated Destiny as an idiot; he was looking at his phone.

To be precise, he was searching for recipes.

"Tigger Essence Broth? That’s an unusual name, let me see what the recipe is..." Chen Ze raised an eyebrow, then the more he read, the darker his expression became.

"What kind of recipe is this... I fear I’d end up in jail if I tried it." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, knowing it’s not okay to eat game, especially not tiger testicles.

"Flying Dragon Soup... Forget it, it’s an endangered species, I can’t afford to mess with that." Chen Ze felt somewhat speechless. Why did every recipe he looked up turn out to be like this? frёewebηovel.cѳm

Flying Dragon Soup actually has nothing to do with eating dragon meat or dragons at all; it’s completely about a bird, the Flying Dragon Bird.

But because they were consumed in large numbers, Flying Dragon Birds are now endangered as well.

Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, then searched again, this time finding a recipe that seemed feasible.

"Paper-wrapped fried chicken? It just sounds like fried chicken; why would it be lost?" Chen Ze looked carefully again to confirm the reason for its disappearance.

The method of making paper-wrapped fried chicken isn’t complicated; the recipes are even still available. However, the key lies in one essential ingredient that’s no longer around: the paper. This paper isn’t ordinary paper but made using ancient methods, and the materials for making this paper are also lost to history with no clear answers; hence the entire dish has become lost as well.

"Paper, huh... But with this broken System of mine, unless I figure it out on my own, it’s hardly likely to give me the recipe." Chen Ze felt a bit melancholic, but then he slapped his face to snap out of it—after all, it was a lost recipe, and it wouldn’t be so easily recreated by him if it were simple.

Chen Ze continued his research on Baidu, looking up ancient papermaking techniques and materials that could potentially be used to make the paper—all of which required further study.

However, Chen Ze put down his phone. It wasn’t because he had given up, but because the wind chime rang—there was a customer coming in.

"Welcome to the Dream Restaurant, Mr. Saitama~"