My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 47: Chapter 47: Betty’s First Paycheck

"By the way, Betty, you don’t need to come to the restaurant tomorrow." Chen Ze untied his headscarf and stretched languorously.

After chopping tentacles all day, he felt so exhausted he could barely lift his arms, and they would twitch involuntarily with each movement.

Betty’s hands, busy washing dishes, clearly paused. She turned stiffly, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at Chen Ze, "Manager... is it because I did something wrong..."

Chen Ze slapped his forehead, realizing his words might have seemed a bit ambiguous.

"No, no, Betty, calm down. I’m not trying to get rid of you. I have... something to do tomorrow, so the restaurant won’t be open. You don’t need to come in, just return the day after tomorrow," Chen Ze scratched his head, clarifying the situation.

"But when is the day after tomorrow?" Betty felt much relieved but asked another question.

"The day after tomorrow..." Chen Ze found himself at a loss. He really didn’t know how to explain the concept of ’the day after tomorrow’ to Betty, considering that time seemed to flow differently between their worlds.

It’s not like he could start by explaining the hour system and go on to explain Earth’s rotation, could he? Chen Ze didn’t think he could make it clear.

"Anyway, it’s the next time you see the door. Just come in when that happens," Chen Ze nodded confidently, feeling that this was a feasible solution.

Chen Ze had also figured out some patterns by now. For example, as long as he locked the door, those otherworldly customers couldn’t enter at all. The creature similar to an angel got in last time only because Chen Ze hadn’t locked the door properly.

"Okay, Manager, do you need any other services?" Betty relaxed considerably and became cheeky again.

Chen Ze glanced at her and pointed at the chopping board on the kitchen table, "Do you see that thing?"

"I see it. It seems to be the thing you use to chop vegetables, right?" Betty remembered seeing Chen Ze chopping vegetables there a few times, but she didn’t understand why he was asking her to look at it.

Was Chen Ze planning to have her cook? Thinking about her cooking skills, Betty felt pressured. She had never prepared food herself, not in her tribe nor during her time with the slave traders.

"You think I would be interested in a chopping board?" Chen Ze smiled and then went to the basement to fetch ingredients.

Betty was bewildered, unable to grasp Chen Ze’s point, and could only watch as he went down to the basement.

"A chopping board? Why would I be interested in a chopping board?" Betty looked at the smooth chopping board, blinking her large eyes.

Chen Ze opened the freezer, thinking that he still needed to stock up on more spices. If he ran out of spices, cooking would indeed become difficult.

After all, the vast majority of dishes required a variety of spices to satisfy the palette when eaten.

"Let’s see... I’m running low on chili peppers, should buy fifty pounds next time. And pick up some pickled peppers while I’m at it..." Chen Ze wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, craving some lemon chicken feet.

Chen Ze still remembered how, back in his hometown, especially during the summer vacations, his favorite snack was lemon chicken feet, tangy and spicy, a perfect match with the cooked chicken feet, which were especially comforting to eat.

Back then, Chen Ze could happily sit with a small basin of chicken feet, watching cartoons and easily finish it all in an afternoon. freewёbnoνel.com

"Next time, I’ll make some chicken feet as a snack," Chen Ze said, holding a small notepad with a list, and returned to the first floor.

"Betty, you can go back now. I need to go buy some ingredients. Come back when we open next time," Chen Ze called out to Betty, who was still wiping the tables.

"Okay, Manager!" Betty happily wiped her hands and prepared to return to her little house.

"Wait a minute," Chen Ze stopped Betty who was nearly at the door.

"What’s up, Manager?" Betty turned back, puzzled.

"Your wages for this week." Chen Ze took out a shiny gold coin from a little cupboard in the kitchen and put it in Betty’s hand.

"Eh? But I, I’ve only worked for a little while," said Betty, somewhat apprehensive, but she still accepted the gold coin handed over by Chen Ze.

The gold coin was very cold and slightly chilly, yet to Betty, it felt very hot. freёweɓnovel.com

Chen Ze scratched his head, "After all, you need to live, and these things... they’re useless to me."

Until now, Chen Ze was unclear about how to deal with this hot potato, whether selling it or melting it seemed improper.

As for selling it as an antique? Finding an appropriate country to play the sucker for this ’ancient civilization’ was still a question worth considering.

"Okay... thank you, Manager!" Betty held the gold coin tightly, Chen Ze could even see her fingernails digging into her palm.

"Mm, see you next time." Chen Ze nodded, took out his phone to check the time.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon, still quite early. Chen Xingchen had sent him a few WeChats, telling him to come over earlier tomorrow.

Chen Ze opened WeChat and replied quickly, receiving an okay emoji from his sister.

"Hmm? Hmmmm!??" Chen Ze froze, he looked up at Betty who hadn’t left the restaurant yet, and then back at his phone.

Indeed, just now, Chen Ze’s phone had signal, the 4G was conspicuously visible, he opened Baidu and browsed the news smoothly, as silky as ever.

"See you next time, Manager!" Betty left, waving at Chen Ze before she went.

"Ah... okay, okay..." Chen Ze nodded absently, he felt as if the truths he held were under severe assault.

For a long time, Chen Ze had gotten used to the issue of not being able to connect to the internet whenever there were guests from another world, he had even prepared to bid farewell to modern society and become a primitive man.

But just now, Chen Ze’s phone had connected to the internet once again.

"What exactly is going on?" Chen Ze took out his phone to look, now Betty was gone, and he was still connected to the network normally, to be more precise, this was the norm.

Chen Ze stroked his chin, thinking that the issue might lie in the moment just as Betty was about to leave, because he distinctly remembered there was no signal when Lafra was here for a meal.

"What did I just do? Or rather, what did Betty do?" Chen Ze thought about it, remembering that he had just given Betty her wages for the week, albeit in advance.

"Could it be because Betty accepted that gold coin?" Chen Ze was baffled, but clearly, no one was going to explain to him why, so he continued to be in a state of confusion.

"Could it be this restaurant needs to pay for its internet data?" Chen Ze felt a deep sense of malice.