My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 437: Chapter 297: Sichuan Twice-Cooked Pork

Chen Ze suddenly thought of a problem, which was how the filial team captain should settle the bill.

After all, for Zhao Jun, a character out of a comic, Chen Ze didn’t think he would be able to take out any magical items. Chen Ze had read many comics, and there were no mysterious items involved, so it was very likely that Zhao Jun would pay in Korean won.

"I feel that sooner or later, I will collect every currency in the world. Maybe when I get old, I can open a currency museum?" Chen Ze shook his head. If it’s Korean won, then so be it. After all, he couldn’t possibly ask Zhao Jun to bring out something useful. That would really be asking too much.

"Beautiful miss, the bill please." Zhao Jun looked at Betty, then took out a wallet from his briefs.

Betty blinked her eyes, completely unable to understand why this man’s briefs were so large that he could take out so many things. Could it be that their world was also a magical one?

"Sir, that’s a total of 50,000 Korean won." Chen Ze came out and looked at Zhao Jun.

"That’s so cheap? This is the best steak I’ve ever had, boss." Zhao Jun took out 50,000 Korean won from his wallet and handed it to Chen Ze very readily. He was originally prepared to spend a lot, especially since the steak tasted really amazing.

"Thank you for your compliment." Chen Ze smiled and then looked at Zhao Jun’s briefs again. Perhaps he had really miscalculated.

Zhao Jun’s briefs were clearly similar to some kind of space storage bag, but Chen Ze couldn’t possibly say to Zhao Jun, "Sir, why don’t you use your briefs to pay?"

That would be interpreted as perverted, and Chen Ze didn’t have such strange fetishes.

After sending off Zhao Jun, Chen Ze returned to the restaurant and continued to study the recordings he hadn’t yet finished watching.

"...What can you give up in order to find out the truth and serve justice for the victims?" Zhu Guangming still remembered this was what his former teacher asked him after solving a case. freeweɓnøvel.com

"All of this." Before Zhu Guangming could respond, the teacher pointed to the photo on his desk. It was a memorial photo of his wife and daughter.

Therefore, Zhu Guangming didn’t marry or have children because he understood his job would always offend some people, and humans are the most unpredictable creatures in the world.

"Old pal, what do you think about this issue?" Frank Lester looked at Zhu Guangming, smoke swirling in the room.

"I use my eyes to look," Zhu Guangming said with a roll of his eyes, his reminiscing interrupted.

"My girlfriend told me her boss thinks highly of her and plans to promote her to supervisor soon," Frank said, putting down his cigar and slumping onto the couch.

"So, are you thinking about quitting?" Zhu Guangming asked calmly, stroking his chin, then took out some tobacco from his pocket and started to roll it.

"What are you thinking? Both of us know, it’s those guys warning us," Frank pulled out a lighter from his pocket and tossed it to his old friend.

The sound of a lighter flicking open, followed by Zhu Guangming’s contented breathing.

"Your girlfriend will certainly become the manager after they confirm there are no issues, but if we continue to manage this, your girlfriend is very likely to be dismissed, and in extreme cases, she might even get kidnapped," Zhu Guangming blew a smoke ring, then just watched it dissipate into the air.

"I know," Frank clenched his fists.

For justice! Such an inspiring word, but the cost behind justice is massive, and how many people can truly bear it?

"Step down, for Jenny’s sake, and for your future child," Zhu Guangming sunk into the couch, enveloped by the dim light and swirling smoke.

"...Someone has to stand up, old pal," Frank clearly hesitated upon hearing Jenny and his child mentioned.

"Not everything in the iron barrels at the bottom of the Los Angeles Sea is filled with concrete," Zhu Guangming gave his old friend a sidelong glance.

"..." Frank covered his head in agony. He knew Zhu Guangming was right, continuing the investigation would sooner or later blow his cover, which meant gambling with his family’s safety. It was a bet too large to place; he couldn’t afford it.

"I hope I can still come to eat Mapo Tofu with you in the future, pal," Frank stood up.

"Of course, this little trouble isn’t anything to worry about," Zhu Guangming nodded and then watched his old friend leave his office.

"Justice..." Zhu Guangming lay on the sofa in front of his computer, which was filled with loads of information. He was searching for Jeffrey Epstein’s hidden diary; finding it would expose the crimes of those big shots to the public, and only then could the kids, who were abducted to satisfy their perverse desires, have peaceful nights of sleep.

"But now that you mention it, I could go for some Mapo Tofu myself," Zhu Guangming looked towards the office’s bookshelf, behind which a wooden door was slowly taking shape, materializing out of thin air.

"Welcome to the Dream Restaurant, esteemed guest~" Upon pushing the door open and entering, a Demon Waiter greeted him with a gentle smile, which made Zhu Guangming feel quite at ease, significantly dissipating the chill and solitude of the office.

"I’ll have a serving of Mapo Tofu and a bowl of rice, and do you have Sichuan Twice-cooked Pork?" Zhu Guangming found a seat and sat down.

"Yes, and is this your book?" The responder was Chen Ze, who came out of the kitchen holding a book, "Elementary Deduction."

"So it was here, thank you, Boss. I really didn’t expect to find it here," Zhu Guangming smiled, took the book, and placed it on the table.

Chen Ze nodded and then returned to the kitchen. He had only come over to deliver the item the guest had left behind last time; now he could slowly get back to cooking.

The first dish Chen Ze started with was the Magical Mapo Tofu since he had made it many times and had some experience with it. However, he was somewhat unsure about the method for the Twice-cooked Pork.

Twice-cooked Pork isn’t difficult to prepare, but Chen Ze had never made the Sichuan version. Nevertheless, with a recipe in hand, he could slowly study and figure it out.

The method for Sichuan Twice-cooked Pork isn’t complicated, at least not after Chen Ze checked it and knew what he needed to do. However, he felt regretful that the best pork for the dish wasn’t the white pork sold in the market but the local Huaxia pig from Sichuan, which was quite rare, and Chen Ze couldn’t find it online.

"Never mind, let’s cook first," Chen Ze shook his head.