NOVEL My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 413 - 273 Braised Pork Knuckle

My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 413 - 273 Braised Pork Knuckle
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Chapter 413: Chapter 273 Braised Pork Knuckle

"I didn’t expect Mr. Manager to actually have afternoon tea prepared this time," Moriarty said, surprised as he looked at Chen Ze. He had merely asked casually, but to his astonishment, there really was afternoon tea.

"Haha, our customers have been asking for it, and if I never prepared it, wouldn’t that be quite rude?" Chen Ze laughed and brushed it off.

Although he bought this goji berry red tea just for health benefits, it conveniently turned out that Moriarty wanted afternoon tea as well, so it worked out nicely—it could be called a fortunate mishap.

"Then, please trouble you for a pot of afternoon tea, and two pieces of light cheesecake, plus a steak," Moriarty requested with a smile, then quietly settled into a chair to wait patiently.

"Of course," Chen Ze nodded and then headed back to the kitchen to start preparing Moriarty’s meal for the day.

The goji berry red tea wasn’t particularly difficult to make, so Chen Ze prepared a teapot and cup for Moriarty just the way he liked to drink it, and then had Betty bring it out.

The light cheesecake and steak weren’t an issue either; Chen Ze made them quickly, and before long they were ready, with both earning an exquisite level rating.

Chen Ze was quite pleased. Under the tutelage of Joichiro Yukihira, Chen Ze had mastered the methods of slicing meat like steak and controlling the temperature, and now he had made some improvements, which made him nod with satisfaction.

After all, it’s always exciting to see noticeable progress.

"Mr. Manager’s culinary skills have improved again," Moriarty complimented as he forked a piece of beef and chewed slowly, quite surprised. freewёbnoνel.com

Moriarty had, of course, eaten steak before, and he had even had it once in Chen Ze’s restaurant. Thus, he had a good impression of Chen Ze’s culinary skills at that time. But he hadn’t expected that trying the steak again today, the flavor would be completely different, even better.

"Naturally, after all, I went through training that was like a nightmare," Chen Ze came out, wiped his hands, and found a spot to sit down.

"How’s the weather today?" Chen Ze tried to start a conversation, and in his mind, conversations with British people generally started with the weather.

"London is the same ol’ London, shrouded in fog, but with that comical detective around, it does add a bit of amusement to my life," Moriarty finished the steak in no time and took a napkin from the table to wipe his mouth.

"Is that so? However, I have a feeling that this detective will become a big trouble for you, Professor—a very big trouble," Chen Ze laughed, after all, you were forced to fall from a waterfall by that comical detective, and even died.

"That’s not necessarily the case," Moriarty seemed very confident, which made the corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitch again.

That’s probably the FLAG, exactly like that—just like before going into battle, one pulls out a photo and says they will return home to get married after the fight is over.

"Manager, I’d like a portion of meat, just all kinds of meat," the door was pushed open, and this time it was Sebastian who came in.

"Mr. Sebastian, please have a seat~" Betty immediately welcomed him.

"Okay, but Riesel and his group haven’t come?" Chen Ze curiously looked behind Sebastian, but there wasn’t a single person. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Riesel went to see his father-in-law, and Dragone is dealing with his parents," Sebastian said with pride. After all, as a Black Dragon, his notion of kinship is rather weak; he doesn’t have parents constantly urging him to get married.

Moriarty looked at Sebastian in surprise, not because the other man was very muscular, but because there was a thick tail behind the man’s buttocks—a lizard’s tail, complete with scales.

This left Moriarty a bit dazed. The ghost from last time had already surprised him, but this man with a lizard tail was even more astonishing.

"I see. Well, wait a bit, then. I’ll go cook for you," Chen Ze nodded. In the future, when he gets married, he probably only needs to take Lafra to meet his parents, and that would be that.

Chen Ze entered the kitchen, while Sebastian calmly sat down in his usual spot. As for Moriarty, Sebastian didn’t bother with him; after all, there were plenty of guests at Chen Ze’s, and except for those he knew, he didn’t intend to interact with any other guests.

However, Sebastian still noticed Moriarty’s gaze, which caused him to frown and then he used magic to retract his tail.

Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, seriously pondering what exactly to cook for Sebastian today. Although the latter had already made his request for dishes clear, there were still many possibilities.

Obviously, there was no need to mention roast whole pig or roast whole sheep, let alone roast whole cow, which would require a lot of people to consume. Since Chen Ze didn’t have these ingredients prepared, he had to think of another way.

Then, Chen Ze thought of a large cut of pure meat, possibly seasoned with some spices, which perfectly matched Sebastian’s request. Moreover, Chen Ze had a pot of marinade that had been stewing for a long time.

"Pork knuckle." A thought came to Chen Ze, and he soon had a pork knuckle in his hand.

Chen Ze nodded in satisfaction, then began to prepare the pork knuckle.

Marinating a pork knuckle isn’t complicated, but if you want the marinade to penetrate well, it needs to cook for an extended period. However, with Hastur’s Quadruple Speed Slate that Chen Ze had, making it wasn’t complex at all.

Chen Ze tossed in a pork knuckle and after a bit of thought, added another, considering that Sebastian’s appetite was quite terrifying, and one might not be enough for him.

But before boiling the knuckles, Chen Ze still took care of the hair on the pork skin. Then, staring at the pork skin, Chen Ze paused, suddenly remembering a snack with a really nice flavor that was also very crispy and could be said to suit the tastes of most people.

"It looks like after the guests leave, I can check out how to make fried pork skin," Chen Ze twisted his neck.

Fried pork skin certainly doesn’t mean just stripping off the skin and tossing it into the frying pan. It’s about making it puff up, getting that crispy texture. It’s said to have originally been a snack from overseas, and when Chen Ze bought it on Taobao, he would search for Thai-style fried pork skin.

The flavor of this pork skin was excellent, and Chen Ze liked it a lot. He felt that even if it didn’t give experience points, making it for Lafra to eat, or as a product for the guests, would be a pretty nice choice.

"Betty, come in and serve the dishes," Chen Ze looked at the pork knuckle; it was almost ready to eat.

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