My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 423: Chapter 283: Don’t Underestimate the Chef, Soul Egg!

"This poached beef dish is actually pretty simple," Chen Ze checked the recipe and felt much relieved. After all, compared to the Wensi Tofu he had made before, this dish wasn’t too difficult.

"It looks like the boss is really taking this seriously," Betty said from the sidelines, curiously watching Chen Ze.

"Of course," Chen Ze said with a smile. "After all, my cooking was criticized by someone." Chen Ze felt somewhat speechless because that someone was a customer.

Even though he couldn’t remember the recipe, Chen Ze believed he wouldn’t make a terrible poached beef dish.

"Let’s get started," Chen Ze rolled up his sleeves, this time intending to make a serious effort with the poached beef.

"So, do you have a plan now?" Frank casually pulled a cigar from his pocket and was about to light it up, but the thought of it being a fake made him put it away with a sullen expression.

"Start with that lawyer, but we’re still going to be under surveillance. And next time, it’s better to buy cigars from the old pals," Zhu Guangming said, leisurely puffing on his own cigarette after glancing at his companion’s cigar.

"Don’t you know how to use makeup? How about we investigate with makeup on?" Frank thought of a good idea.

"That won’t work. They’re constantly monitoring us. Unless we find someone else to impersonate us, it’s still hard to go anywhere." Zhu Guangming shook his head; he had considered this idea before but couldn’t use the Shadow Clone Technique.

"How about asking someone else to handle it for us?" Frank took a big gulp of cola and let out a satisfying belch. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"No, the Epstein case is too widely connected. We can’t be sure of anyone’s safety," Zhu Guangming shook his head again.

In fact, if it weren’t for the life-and-death bond with Frank, he wouldn’t even have teamed up with him. Other people?

With a million dollars at stake, the brothers of the past would betray him in a heartbeat.

Not to mention, these are men who could offer a lot more than a million dollars. The Epstein case has become a minefield, and anyone daring to take it on would have to face threats.

"These bastards! They’re disgusting!" Frank angrily squeezed his cup. He especially wanted to expose all the deeds those big shots were doing behind the scenes, but he lacked evidence, which was very troublesome.

"There will be a way," Zhu Guangming took another drag, the cigarette now finished.

"Betty, come in and serve the dishes," Chen Ze twisted his neck; all his preparations were done.

"...Zhu, can you tell me why this tofu... is glowing?" Frank stared dumbfounded at the Magical Mapo Tofu in front of him, confused.

"...Actually... I don’t know either... I’ve never eaten Mapo Tofu like this..." Zhu Guangming was shocked. He had eaten many Huaxia dishes, but this was the first time he saw one that glowed.

Chen Ze looked proudly at the two astonished people outside. He definitely didn’t bring out the Magical Mapo Tofu instead of a regular one because his cooking skills were questioned.

"Will it be a problem?" Frank was a bit anxious. After all, it wouldn’t be surprising if the dish was poisoned.

"It shouldn’t be, no one would be foolish enough to make such a direct poisonous dish," Zhu Guangming shook his head. Poisoners tend to be secretive, for fear of being discovered. Making something this conspicuous was the exception rather than the norm.

"Well, I’ll try it first, Zhu you don’t eat." Frank picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a mouthful of Magical Mapo Tofu, and, with a resigned expression, ate it.

"Hmm... Hmm... Hmm?" Frank’s face was prepared for the worst, but soon his expression began to change subtly.

"It’s really... so delicious! Zhu, you’ve got to try some, I’ve never eaten such amazing food!" Frank was visibly astonished; he felt like everything he had eaten before was like plastic and completely tasteless.

"Indeed, it tastes better than any other dish I’ve ever had." Zhu Guangming fully agreed, having sampled some as well.

Chen Ze prepared two bowls of rice for them, two bowls per person, knowing the dishes they ordered were the kind that made one crave more rice, so he had two bowls ready in advance.

"The flavor of this boiled beef is also superb. Zhu, how come I don’t feel like our cook needs to look at a recipe?" Frank looked at his old friend with confusion.

"..." Zhu Guangming also began to doubt his life, after all, he had just seen Chen Ze flipping through a cookbook.

Yet these two dishes were completely on par with the work of a master chef; without a solid foundation in cooking, it would be impossible to make them. So, had he seen wrong?

Zhu Guangming recalled the moment and then decided to look it up online once he got back.

"Phew—I’m full." Frank contentedly took the freshly rolled cigarette from Zhu Guangming’s hand and took a drag.

"..." Zhu Guangming’s mouth twitched slightly. This old buddy of his never changed.

But he didn’t mind; he just rolled another one for himself and took leisurely puffs.

"Let’s settle the bill, waiter, how much is it?" Frank snapped his fingers.

"Sir, we do not support payment with money in our establishment. You can use ingredients or knowledge, or other interesting items as payment," Betty said with a smile as she approached.

"Well... as for ingredients, I feel that whatever I have, you won’t need, so how about this?" Zhu Guangming took out a wooden box from his bosom and placed it on the table.

Betty didn’t respond but waited for Chen Ze to come out and see.

Chen Ze came out just as Zhu Guangming opened the long wooden box, which contained a quill pen, very beautiful to behold.

"A quill pen? That’s nice, I quite like it." Chen Ze nodded in satisfaction; he had played with quill pens back in college.

Quills along with a wax seal stamp, then Chen Ze found a pen pal with whom he got along quite well, until the other party suggested they add each other on WeChat for a video call, and, after they did, Chen Ze was blocked.

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"Then we’ll take our leave." Zhu Guangming nodded with a smile and left with his good friend Frank.

Chen Ze tucked the quill pen away, placing it in the bedroom on the second floor, but as he entered, he saw Lafra engrossed in playing Pokémon, seemingly doing quite well.

"When will you play with me today~" Lafra wrapped her arms around Chen Ze’s neck, pouting her lips.

Chen Ze clutched his chest; he felt like he needed a medic to help him out.

"I will as soon as possible! After we eat lunch, it should be about time." Chen Ze ruffled Lafra’s head.

"Mhm~"