My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 468: Chapter 328: As Long as You’re Bold, Taking Maternity Leave Like in the Old Days

"So you came to my place?" Chen Ze pinched his brow, always feeling like Hastur was acting like a severe shut-in girl, never leaving the house unless there was a reason to visit him.

"Yeah, after all, the headquarters of that little broken station is here, so I need you to help me take care of it." Hastur said with a sense of righteousness and then casually pointed a finger, after which Chen Ze saw a stream of blue gas fly into the kitchen.

Guessing that Hastur had just given his Quadruple Speed a boost of energy, it was indeed a good thing. Otherwise, the Quadruple Speed was about to become useless.

"But I can’t help you with your problem," Chen Ze felt a bit bald, it wasn’t a small matter. If it was something like helping Hastur pick up a parcel, Chen Ze would do it, but he really didn’t know how to handle this.

What, was he supposed to put on makeup and dress up as a famous cross-dresser to attend the New Year’s Eve party? Wouldn’t that be a huge joke?

He figured that by then, Hastur’s persona would collapse and become another Grandma Qiao Biluo, with countless admirals pressing the F key, rushing over for a mutual destruction.

Moreover, for Hastur’s sake, it was impossible to try the four great curses of Asia: Korea’s plastic surgery, Thailand’s sex reassignment surgery, Japan’s makeup technique, and Huaxia’s beauty technique.

"You can still help me, or I could cast a spell on you to look like me for a week?" Hastur glanced at Chen Ze and then showed off her beautiful legs.

Chen Ze rolled his eyes; why was Hastur getting better and better at conning people?

"I refuse, you should think of another way." Chen Ze shook his head, retreated, and began to prepare the dishes that Hastur ordered for today.

Then, with a tremor of his hand, he messed up the mango mousse, causing Chen Ze to freeze completely.

Chen Ze stared blankly at the vast spread of mango mousse before him, among which five were defective, imbued with the effect of rage. Only a ghost would know what would happen to the customers after they ate it.

Now, Chen Ze couldn’t tell.

But if he just dumped these mango mousses, Chen Ze felt it would be too wasteful. After all, as the poem from elementary school goes, "Each grain on the plate is hard-earned."

"Forget it, it’s a free gift... let it be a surprise." Chen Ze shook his head, realizing he needed to explain things to Betty.

Although there were defective ones, what if they turned out to be useful?

Rage, rage, aside from being an alternative blue bar in World of Warcraft, it might also have other uses. What if someone who ate this mango mousse really managed to escape others’ attacks in a fit of extreme anger?

It just needed a bit of packaging.

"Betty, you know, life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the next one will taste like." Chen Ze called Betty in, looking at her solemnly.

"Huh? Manager, what are you trying to say? Did you make chocolates?" Betty got excited instantly, she had seen chocolates before but regretfully never tasted them.

"That’s the phrase, remember to repeat it to the customers when you serve them the mango mousse," Chen Ze said, somewhat speechlessly. Why did the succubus think about eating all the time?

"Eh? Alright..." Betty shook her head and then went out with the mango mousse.

Chen Ze didn’t mind and continued to make the dishes Hastur ordered. He didn’t know what had gotten into Hastur, ordering every item on the menu once, which was now quite troublesome.

Chen Ze’s menu was already becoming thick. If he were to make everything once, even if not a hundred dishes, there would still be at least fifty.

But, as a chef, cooking was part of the job, and besides, Chen Ze could also take this opportunity to test his skills and see if he had made any progress compared to before.

Chen Ze then started bustling about. The menu at Chen Ze’s restaurant boasted a variety of dishes from Huaxia, Europe and America, and also Japan, presenting a challenge.

Dishes must not mix flavors. For instance, after making curry pork chop rice, the pot usually retains the curry scent. Without cleaning it well, the next dish, General Tso’s chicken, could end up tasting like curry chicken. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Furthermore, some dishes required different cooking methods, so Chen Ze now wished he could master the art of having multiple arms to help himself.

"Next time Naruto visits, I’ll have to ask him to get me a few shadow clone scrolls from the Third Hokage," Chen Ze thought he should stock up on some scrolls to avoid being so busy.

"Is this complimentary?" Hastur, seated in the chair, looked at the mango mousse in front of him, somewhat incredulously.

"Yes, the manager said..." Betty repeated what Chen Ze had just said.

"Isn’t this a line from ’Forrest Gump’?" Hastur couldn’t help but laugh, then took a bite of the mango mousse. It tasted quite good, albeit too little.

"Teacher, do you really think I can become the crown prince?" A young man asked the man before him with a worried expression.

"Of course, Prince Hu Hai is certain to become the crown prince and inherit the great authority," the man turned his head and smiled reassuringly at Hu Hai. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"The Emperor is getting old, his health failing. Prince Hu Hai must be ready at all times," the man hinted darkly.

Hu Hai nodded, his eyes filled with cruelty. As soon as his father died, he would be the Emperor of Daqin!

The Emperor, such a tempting title...

And after becoming the Emperor, Hu Hai found that the position was even more enticing and interesting than he had imagined.

"Your Majesty, there have been disturbances lately, with criticism directed at you. What should we do?" The man bowed respectfully, not looking at Hu Hai, who was engaged with a beauty.

"Zhao Gao, why bother me with such trivial matters? Just execute them," Hu Hai said impatiently, waving his hand dismissively and continuing his indulgence.

Zhao Gao stepped back contentedly. Criticism against the Emperor? Such a thing didn’t exist, but he only needed an excuse to eliminate those whose political views differed from his own.

"Hahaha, being the Emperor is so exhilarating!" Hu Hai got dressed, intending to find more beauties to enjoy himself with.

It was then that Hu Hai saw a strange wooden door appear in his bedchamber.

"What’s this? Probably some girl who couldn’t wait," Hu Hai thought without much consideration and pushed the door open, stepping through.

A blinding light followed, and then Hu Hai saw a beautiful woman, but the wings on her back startled him.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant~ esteemed guest~" Betty approached, but it seemed as though Hu Hai didn’t see her at all.

At that moment, Hu Hai was utterly captivated by the woman in front of him—her skin soft as mutton fat, her flawless face, her proud figure all drew him in.

Intoxicated, Hu Hai approached and naturally placed his hand on Hastur’s leg.

"Beautiful one~ how about you enjoy yourself with me~"