Free Web NovelChapter 483: Chapter 343: How Many Meters in a Circle?
If we’re talking about the Super Mario world, Chen Ze believed that the most memorable item would have to be the power-up mushroom.
With one bite, Mario would transform from a little man into a big man, even capable of breaking bricks by hitting them, and if in the world of carts, the mushroom also had the effect of speeding up; in short, it had many wonderful uses.
It also basically fulfilled every man’s fantasy, and Super Mario became a huge IP because of its playability, spawning many derivative games now.
However, this was always just something in the game; if it were put into reality, it might be completely different.
Chen Ze deeply suspected that the reason why Mario could grow bigger after eating mushrooms was entirely related to his own constitution. Isn’t there a saying that goes like this?
People’s constitutions can’t be generalized. Although the following part turns into bragging, the earlier statement still makes sense, at least Chen Ze thought so.
An athlete who regularly exercises and a homebody who drinks soft drinks are definitely not the same in terms of physical fitness.
"I’ll give it back to him the next time the customer comes," Chen Ze decided, as he wasn’t in the habit of using other people’s things without permission, so he stored the red mushroom away, planning to return it to Mario when he came next time.
Chen Ze glanced at his phone; it was already noon, and it seemed about time for lunch.
Chen Ze went upstairs, intending to ask Lafra what she wanted to eat, but as soon as he got up there, he saw Lafra lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully.
Since there were no other customers present, the sunlight shone through the glass windows and onto Lafra’s face, making her look exceptionally serene and beautiful.
Chen Ze scratched his head, feeling conflicted about whether to ask her or not.
Then Chen Ze suddenly realized that Lafra wasn’t afraid of the sunlight, probably because of her own strength; after all, she was the progenitor of vampires.
"Let her sleep," Chen Ze slowly walked back downstairs. Putting himself in others’ shoes, he felt that if he were woken up while enjoying a deep sleep, it would be a very irritable matter.
Back in the kitchen, Chen Ze twisted his neck; lunch still needed to be hearty, so he planned to make a basket of Tianjin pork buns and pair them with soy milk for a delicious lunch.
While kneading the dough, Chen Ze pondered the content about sauces he had learned this morning. The sauces he knew how to make were leaning towards Japanese cuisine, but he didn’t know how to make doubanjiang and such, not to mention sweet and spicy sauce, fragrant hot sauce, and more.
"However, when you think about it, eating some foods these days is like swallowing an entire periodic table." Chen Ze yawned, set aside the prepared dough, and then started to make the filling for the Tianjin pork buns.
Chen Ze always felt that the longer one’s a chef, the less they liked to eat fast food snacks and the like. Some snacks have so many additives added, and while they taste good, they’re not great for the body in the long run.
After being busy for a while, Chen Ze put the pork buns in the steamer. Now all that was needed was patience to wait, and he planned to use the time to make some soy milk to drink.
Soy milk could be considered one of the most traditional and widely consumed beverages in Huaxia, often consumed as a breakfast drink, with the combination of soy milk and deep-fried dough sticks being regarded by many as the best match.
Unlike deep-fried dough sticks, which often fall into food safety scandals, soy milk is generally seen as a healthy drink by most people.
Chen Ze also liked to drink soy milk. In the past, when he went to work, if he woke up late, he’d buy a few buns and a cup of soy milk on the road to fill his stomach.
So Chen Ze had also stocked up on some soybeans when he previously bought groceries.
But just as Chen Ze was about to start making soy milk, the door was pushed open, and the sound of the wind chime came in.
"Welcome to Dream Restaurant—Lord Sebastian, what would you like to eat?" Betty immediately approached them with a smile, looking at the three dragons before her.
"Betty, I’ll have the usual." Riesel looked very tired, constantly yawning, which was not very normal, as dragons are generally a very energetic species.
"I... twenty servings of barbecue, grilled meat, and then ten glasses of Lai Mei..." Sebastian was also somewhat listless, having taken a seat at the nearest table as soon as he came in, with a look of utter despair.
"I’ll have the icy chestnut rice, and a serving of Goubuli buns, Wensi tofu." Dragone was doing much better, he looked at Betty with a smile, and then helped Riesel, who was about to fall over, with some resignation.
"What happened to you all?" Chen Ze clapped his hands and came out; he had just put the soybeans into the soy milk machine and had added a bit of sugar to it.
"Stop talking, manager, I feel like my entire dragon is drained." Sebastian took the Lai Mei from Chen Ze and took a big gulp, finally letting out a sigh of contentment.
"Actually, it’s not a big problem. We from the Dragon Clan gather once every thousand years, and we organize a game and competition." Riesel thanked Betty with a smile, then took a sip of the cola.
"And this year, the one responsible for deciding the competition event was Dragone’s father." Sebastian glanced at Dragone with a look of indignation.
Dragone laughed awkwardly, he hadn’t expected such a situation to occur either.
"My father decided that this year’s competition would be to fly around Nobeida ten thousand times..." Thinking about it, Dragone couldn’t help but shudder. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
"And we’re specifically not allowed to use magic! We’re required to fly using our physical strength!" Sebastian angrily slapped the table, only ghosts knew how much torture his wings had gone through.
"Plus, we had to do it in one go, without any stops." Riesel rubbed his shoulders, feeling that this flight was even more unbearable than making little dragons with his wife.
"... So how many meters is one lap?" asked Chen Ze curiously.
"Nobeida isn’t big, one lap comes to 40,076 kilometers," Dragone replied, seemingly quite at ease.
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, not big? Do you guys have some misunderstanding about ’not big’?
Chen Ze still remembered when he participated in a school sports meet back in ninth grade, running a three-kilometer race and being completely dazed by the end of it.
"Then wait a moment, I’ll get your orders ready as fast as I can... Oh right, Betty, give Sebastian and the others twenty portions of mango mousse for one dragon." Chen Ze clapped his hands; by now, he no longer minded those few special mango mousses. Stan had eaten them without any side effects, and they were quite good.
"Alrighty~" Betty happily followed Chen Ze into the kitchen.
"Dragone, a lot of our clan members are quite dissatisfied with your father this time." Sebastian looked at Dragone with a mischievous grin.
"So what? Can they beat my dad?" Dragone was completely unconcerned.
In the Dragon Clan, having the bigger fist was the hard truth, and his dad’s fists were very big indeed.
