My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 480: Chapter 340 Holmes

In this world, there’s a type of cold known as your mom thinking you’re cold and then forcing you to wear autumn pants, even delivering them straight to your office so that all of your colleagues know you’re someone who wears autumn pants. Then, the vast majority of your colleagues reveal the same smile, because they’ve also been made to wear autumn pants.

As for Chen Ze, it seemed like his own mom particularly liked sending him stuff. Once she had sent black garlic, and after trying to cook with it just once, Chen Ze had quietly set it aside—the flavor was just too unique and Chen Ze wasn’t quite ready to master it, not to mention the bitter gourd she sent later on.

"Sigh, I hope this time it’s something normal." Chen Ze could only silently pray that his mother wouldn’t send some bizarre item, not knowing what he would do with it. Throwing it away was out of the question, after all, wasting food was not good.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any black tea today?" Upon hearing this voice, Chen Ze knew which customer had arrived.

Chen Ze had thought that Professor Moriarty might take a while to come back, especially since Moriarty had mentioned something about having to deal with matters. Chen Ze didn’t expect him to finish so quickly.

"I’d like a cup of black tea too. If there are other tasty things, please recommend some to me as well." Another unfamiliar male voice spoke, but Chen Ze didn’t pay it much mind, assuming he was probably Moriarty’s lackey. After all, Moriarty often came with Moran before.

"Professor Moriarty, I honestly didn’t expect you to come so early. Would you like anything else besides black tea?" Chen Ze poked his head out to take a look, only to see Moriarty smiling at him, and a tall man sitting beside him.

Chen Ze stared, stunned. This man was about six feet tall, with blue eyes and a hooked nose, wearing a deerstalker cap, with a cape behind him, and a pipe in his mouth, his gaze deeply scrutinizing Chen Ze.

"This gentleman is...?" Chen Ze had a guess in his heart but did not dare to confirm it, because if it really was that person, why would he come here with Professor Moriarty? It didn’t make sense.

"Hello, I hear from Moriarty that you seem to be quite fond of Watson’s books?" The man finally spoke, his gaze still firmly fixed on Chen Ze without any relaxation.

"So... You’re Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" Chen Ze suddenly got excited, while the man appeared quite surprised, already noticing Chen Ze’s emotions.

"Indeed, I am Sherlock Holmes. Pleased to meet you, marvelous Easterner." Holmes smiled, stood up, and shook hands with Chen Ze.

"My goodness, it really is you, Sherlock Holmes! Would you mind taking a photo with me?" Chen Ze was very excited; he had been a great fan of the detective since he read The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes as a child, and now he was seeing the man himself, and...

Why did this Sherlock Holmes seem a bit like the version played by Benedict Cumberbatch? But that was even better, as Chen Ze could claim he took a picture with Cumberbatch, rather than keeping it a secret to himself.

"A photo together? Of course, we can do that. But do you have a camera here, shopkeeper?" Holmes looked around, not seeing the usual stuff associated with cameras.

"It’s not that complicated, Mr. Holmes, just look here." Chen Ze took out his smartphone, snapped a selfie with Holmes, and with a flash of the camera, it was done.

"This is truly a miraculous place. In fact, Moriarty appeared before me and threatened me..." Holmes was amazed, marveling at Chen Ze’s phone as Chen Ze showed him the photo they had just taken.

"Holmes, be careful with your words; don’t talk nonsense. I merely invited you here. Aren’t you curious about this place as well?" Moriarty stared at Holmes with a cold face, visibly dissatisfied. He hadn’t threatened Holmes, only ’kindly’ invited him, that was all.

"If you, Moriarty, consider pointing a gun at people to be an invitation, then I have no objections," Holmes glanced at Moriarty, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Chen Ze felt a headache brewing. Indeed, it was Holmes and Moriarty, natural archenemies.

"Alright, Professor, what would you like to eat?" Chen Ze massaged his temples before looking at the professor and asking a question.

"The same black tea as last time, with a serving of Argentinian barbecue and a vegetable salad," Moriarty knew exactly what he wanted and ordered swiftly.

"Then I’ll trouble Mr. Manager to recommend something for me," Holmes sat down with a smile, positioning himself at the farthest distance possible from Moriarty in the restaurant.

"Uh... okay," Chen Ze sighed. What else could he do? He just had to go back and cook. As for Moriarty and Holmes, Chen Ze decided not to interfere.

Back in the kitchen, Chen Ze began contemplating what to make for Holmes. After all, what Professor Moriarty had ordered was very specific, and Chen Ze just had to prepare it. It wasn’t too difficult, but Holmes was another story.

Fitting for a great detective, isn’t it? He didn’t order the same thing as Professor Moriarty but instead left it to Chen Ze to recommend a dish.

"Manager’s special, huh? It’s been a long time since that last came up, let’s see..." Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, deep in thought.

"Sitting so far away, are you afraid?" Moriarty sneered coldly, looking at Holmes who sat the farthest away. freёwebnovel.com

"You know as well as I do, why even ask?" Holmes calmly sipped his black tea. The flavor was different from what he usually drank, but it still tasted good. Though the red goji berries slightly affected the texture.

"What’s on your mind?" Moriarty asked abruptly, confident that Holmes understood his meaning.

"... England’s Undead cannot rest in peace," Holmes fell silent for a while before he responded to Moriarty’s question.

"I’m not the one who killed them; you should know that. Haven’t you already apprehended them? Great detective?" Moriarty’s voice carried a mocking tone as he said "great detective."

"The murderers were caught, but the person who supplied the knife to the murderers is still at large," Holmes glanced at Moriarty. He was still tracking this individual’s clue but had to admit, Moriarty was cautious. Convicting him was challenging.

"I’ve grown tired of those petty tricks. They’re dull, not as interesting as this place," Moriarty’s gaze, profound, turned to the kitchen. He was still very curious as to why this restaurant could appear out of thin air. Was it magic or technology?

"I too am curious, but I’ll still catch you," Holmes glanced at the kitchen as well.