My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 438: Chapter 298: Detective Conan and the Encounter with the Black Organization! (Movie Version) Did Not Happen

Chen Ze worked quickly, but that was also because Chen Ze had become a fairly good chef by now. Even without the restaurant and the System, Chen Ze would be able to make a splash in other big hotels.

"But it’s still a pity about not having that kind of pig, it seems I need to find some time to travel elsewhere and then buy a few of those local pigs back," Chen Ze sighed as he looked at the Sichuan double-cooked pork in front of him.

Chen Ze planned to buy those rare local pigs and, when the opportunity arose, let Hastur or Nyarlathotep set up a simple breeding facility for him, so that he could breed these pigs and also make the most authentic Huaxia dishes.

"Betty, come in and serve the dishes," Chen Ze clapped his hands, all the dishes were ready, and next was to have Betty serve them to that compatriot.

"It tastes so authentic," Zhu Guangming watched the Sichuan double-cooked pork in front of him delightedly. Ghost knows how much he missed the homestyle dishes of his hometown after coming to the United States.

You should know that the Huaxia dishes here in the United States are basically modified, making Zhu Guangming very uncomfortable eating them. Finding a genuine Huaxia restaurant is truly a blessing. But in Hell’s Kitchen, such restaurants often don’t stay open for long, with those detestable gang members living off the businesses like parasites.

Zhu Guangming picked up a slice of pork, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly, the smile on his face growing ever more brilliant.

Compared to most Sichuan dishes, Sichuan double-cooked pork has a contiguous spiciness, but not a strong numbing sensation. It is actually one of the rare Sichuan dishes without the numbing flavor, but it still could be intolerable for those who don’t like spicy food.

However, for Zhu Guangming, both the spiciness and the flavor of Pixian bean paste were so nostalgic that he ate very quickly. In no time at all, he finished both the Mapo Tofu and the double-cooked pork, sat contentedly in the chair, and patted his belly.

"I feel like I don’t want to cook for myself anymore," Zhu Guangming thought of collapsing in satisfaction, after all, this feeling was really nice.

"I welcome customers to come every day," Chen Ze smiled and added a comment.

"Then forget it, I don’t have so many good things to pay for the meals," Zhu Guangming laughed and then took a bag out of his pocket, placing it on the table.

"Last time I gave you a feather pen, this time after some thought, I decided to give you a set of sealing wax, along with some seals," Zhu Guangming opened the bag, and Chen Ze saw a lot of sticks of sealing wax and three seals inside.

"Well, thank you for that, but hopefully, you won’t be giving me a letter next?" Chen Ze accepted it with a laugh and cry, indeed he had never expected to start collecting these items again.

"Hard to say, after all, good letter paper is always in high demand, especially hand-crafted letter paper from a hundred-year-old store," Zhu Guangming shrugged his shoulders. In fact, he did plan to give Chen Ze letter paper, but the price of this paper was not cheap.

"Then I’ll look forward to it," Chen Ze put the bag away, planning to place it in his bedroom along with the feather pen. Who knows, maybe he could use it to write a love letter to Lafra someday?

"The boss doesn’t seem to joke with the customers like this very often," Betty said after watching Zhu Guangming leave with the book.

"Is that so?" Chen Ze glanced at her and then went back to the kitchen. It seemed Betty was indeed right, but after all, being compatriots, he always felt a natural closeness.

"Manager~ we’re here for curry rice~" A childish voice sounded, and Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. He recognized the voice immediately—it was the Kudo washing machine.

Chen Ze glanced at the restaurant and then saw the young Detective Team huddle in once again, and this time, the whole crew was there, including Kudo and Ai Haibara.

"Okay, do you all want curry pork cutlet rice?" Chen Ze saw Conan winking frantically at him, seemingly not wanting his true identity to be revealed.

"No, I want unagi rice, Mr. Manager!" Kojima Genta immediately raised his hand, and Chen Ze realized that the president of this detective agency was a genuine aficionado of unagi rice.

"Alright." Seeing that no one else had any special requests, Chen Ze started preparing their dishes.

"Conan and Ai Haibara’s should be medium spicy, and the rest mild." Chen Ze looked at the curry packets he bought from the Japanese specialty store, picked out four packets, and began slicing the eel.

"Hey, hey, why did we have to come along too?" Conan looked disappointed as he glanced at Ayumi Yoshida and the others who were buzzing around Betty.

"Isn’t it because you said how incredibly delicious the curry rice at this place is, ’Great Detective’?" Ai Haibara glanced at Conan. It was his description of the curry rice enjoyed last time that reminded Kojima Genta of this restaurant.

"Blame me then, I was just being objective about it. After all, the flavors at this restaurant are indeed excellent." Conan feigned innocence. freёwebnovel.com

"I wonder who it was that was hiding in the subway locker." Ai Haibara glanced at Conan. This guy was always investigating the organization, but an entity as colossal as the organization wasn’t that easy to investigate.

"That was just an accident..." Conan hastily defended himself. Last time he was so close to being caught by Gin and Vodka while investigating the Black Organization; Conan didn’t want to imagine what would have happened if Gin had opened that locker door.

"Bro, this looks like a restaurant, huh?" Suddenly a male voice came in. Conan and Ai Haibara tensed up, and Ai Haibara looked panic-stricken at the two men who had just walked in.

"Hmm, it is a restaurant with some brats around, so let’s have a meal here." Gin, whose hair wasn’t silver yet, glanced at Conan and the rest, then found a corner seat to settle down.

"Welcome gentlemen~ here’s the menu~" Betty immediately greeted the new customers, while Haibara trembled, keeping her head down and clutching Conan’s shirt tightly.

"This restaurant... really is full of surprises..." Conan shivered, but his heart filled with joy—meeting people from the Black Organization in such a place!

"My oh my, if the author were here, they would definitely draw a special Chapter of the Black Organization and Conan at the restaurant, maybe even a movie version?" Chen Ze of course noticed Gin and Vodka too.

It must be said that Gin really had it rough, so pitiful it hurt to watch. After all, in the vast Black Organization, Gin was always surrounded by traitors, undercover agents, or just idiots. Chen Ze thought that Gin’s hair turned silver-gray from all the stress.

Chen Ze was genuinely worried that one day Vodka would suddenly say, "Bro, actually I’m an undercover agent too!"