My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 464: Chapter 324: The Indescribable Door

Chen Ze smacked his lips, reminiscing how he once considered top-tier Wagyu beef expensive and an aristocratic ingredient. He never thought he’d boast about grilling it now. In reality, it was true—Chen Ze’s improved Argentine barbecue used Bill beef, but if he switched to top-tier Wagyu, although the quality of the ingredients would improve, it didn’t necessarily mean the taste and reviews would follow suit.

Like, the optimal temperature to bring out the best flavor of Bill beef definitely differs from that of top-tier Wagyu. Thus, Chen Ze actually considered using it for the barbecue. However, after giving it some thought, he felt it would be too wasteful, so he decided to give the top-tier Wagyu the respect it deserved by choosing a different cooking method.

"I’ll see you next time, Manager," Gin waved his hand and then grabbed the doorknob. He planned to head back as quick as possible to provide the video to his organization’s staff and, by the way, to test what use the spoon had.

[A guest is carrying a non-sellable item from the restaurant and cannot leave the restaurant.]

A new prompt unexpectedly appeared in front of Chen Ze, causing him to be utterly stunned. Then, in the next moment, he saw Gin and Vodka suddenly collapsing onto the floor, drenched in cold sweat, their eyes filled with terror.

"What’s wrong?" Chen Ze curiously looked at the two guests, guessing that either Gin or Vodka had a restaurant’s non-sellable item on them, but he didn’t know what it was.

"Ma.. Manager... didn’t you just... see it?" Betty stammered, squatting tremblingly on the ground as though an invisible giant hand had clutched her heart.

"No, what happened?" Chen Ze became even more puzzled; he had been thinking about that prompt and hadn’t really been watching Gin and them.

Betty swallowed hard, unable to erase the scene she just witnessed.

As Gin opened the door, Betty, as usual, stood behind, smiling and saying, "Welcome, come again~," when she saw behind the door Gin opened a deep, dark abyss with countless bizarre entities continuously emerging. Just one glance was enough to almost drive Betty to the brink of mental collapse.

It was an indescribable evil, a presence that would incite fear in all sentient beings. Betty didn’t know what she saw; all she knew was that glance would be etched in her memory for a lifetime, and yet she couldn’t describe it.

"It’s nothing..." Betty looked fearfully at the door, now psychologically shadowed by it.

"Um... guest, are you carrying something from our restaurant?" Chen Ze, not noticing the fear in Betty’s eyes, intended to quickly resolve the issue.

"... Eh? No... I don’t have anything..." Vodka replied, looking blankly back at Chen Ze, then staring vacantly at the wooden door before him.

"I... didn’t take anything either." Gin shook his head, but he seemed much calmer. Without waiting for Chen Ze to stop him, Gin went and opened the wooden door again.

"Ah!" Betty screamed in agony, collapsing on the ground. Despite her eyes being closed, the moment the door opened, that indescribable terror burst through the constraints of her vision and materialized directly in her mind, causing her great pain.

But the next second, a purple Magic Circle rose, enveloping Betty, and the agonizing sensation disappeared, as did the madness-inducing evil whispers. Only then did Betty let out a sigh of relief.

Chen Ze was also stunned. He looked quizzically at the wooden door and then back at Betty and at Gin, who had once again collapsed onto the floor, his mouth twitching.

Just this?

"Sigh, customer, please look for it. If you don’t return the items from the restaurant, you can’t leave," Chen Ze sighed and then casually closed the door.

"This... here." Gin could not keep calm anymore. What he had just seen was more terrifying than before; it even made him feel as if he had touched the very doors of death. One more step, and he would have entered.

Although Gin was still alive, he knew that feeling was a warning. If he tried to take something from the restaurant out again, an even more terrible punishment would await him: death.

Chen Ze took a spoon out of Gin’s pocket and put it back on the table, and finally, the prompt box that had been floating before his eyes vanished.

After sending off the trembling Vodka and Gin, Chen Ze clicked his tongue twice. To tell the truth, after running the restaurant for so long, it was the first time he had seen that prompt. Before, he had thought there were no other prompts.

"Boss, aren’t you scared?" Betty looked at Chen Ze curiously. That feeling just now was something you’d get even without looking.

"Why should I be scared? Are you afraid of theme parks?" Chen Ze was somewhat speechless; he really didn’t understand what there was to fear about theme parks.

"Eh? Theme parks?" Betty was confused. How did the Boss see a theme park? Could it be that, to the Boss, that place brimming with evil presences was actually a fun-filled theme park?

Betty looked at Chen Ze in horror. At that moment, she began to doubt whether Chen Ze was a regular human being, or perhaps Chen Ze was actually an indescribable evil entity?

Chen Ze had no idea that his image in Betty’s mind had morphed into this bewildering presence. He had genuinely only seen a theme park, albeit a childish-looking one, but still full of joy, with various roller coasters, merry-go-rounds, and such—just no one playing inside.

Chen Ze actually wanted to try it out; after all, it was an amusement park, and it might be quite interesting. Maybe next time, he could go with Lafra; Lafra would probably be willing to go as well.

"Ah, let me see, what would be a good use for this Wagyu beef?" Chen Ze returned to the kitchen and began pondering this question. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Then Chen Ze suddenly remembered a piece of news he had seen that morning, saying Yoshinoya’s business was declining day by day, and even their signature beef bowl couldn’t save them.

"Beef bowl? Maybe I can try making that." Chen Ze smiled. A beef bowl made with top-grade Wagyu beef should taste pretty good, right? Chen Ze thought it should be decent.

"Carrots... sesame oil... black sesame seeds?" Chen Ze looked at the recipe, and his mouth twitched. He had almost all the ingredients, but he didn’t have these black sesame seeds. It seemed he’d need to go to the supermarket to buy some, along with the other ingredients.

"And then, it would be good to restock the Japanese soy sauce. I’ll take a look at the Japanese specialty store as well," Chen Ze yawned, glancing at his phone; it was still early.

"I wonder what the next customer will be like; I hope they’re normal," Chen Ze silently set a flag.