Free Web NovelChapter 487: Chapter 347 Firework Flare
"Drinks? What’s this magical category, and I feel like I didn’t do anything special." Chen Ze was a bit confused, feeling that the perfect chocolate dream cake came a little too easily. Plus, when Chen Ze mixed drinks, he basically just winged it, pouring whatever felt right. He never expected to have such a stroke of luck and create a perfect chocolate dream cake.
Chen Ze took a sniff; there was a very pleasant smell in the air that carried a gentle sweetness along with a hint of alcohol. But the scent wasn’t overpowering like some drinks that get you drunk just by smelling them. Instead, this aroma felt like the refreshing coolness of air conditioning on a hot summer day, very refreshing.
Chen Ze swallowed, feeling that the cake must taste very good. But it was, after all, made for Joker, so Chen Ze decided to let Betty serve it first and see how Joker liked it, and then Chen Ze would make another for himself.
Chen Ze swiftly made another portion of the improved Argentine barbecue and let Betty carry it out along with the chocolate dream cake, placing it on Joker’s table.
"Oh? Is it my birthday today? Hahaha~ How could I forget? Hahahahaha," Joker laughed maniacally, then picked up a fork and knife, cut a piece of the cake, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The moment it hit his taste buds, a rich wave of alcohol flavor burst forth, releasing a marvelous aroma that reacquainted Joker with the allure of fine food. The last time he’d felt something similar was also in this restaurant, but the experience hadn’t been as intense. Joker didn’t burst into laughter this time; he simply ate his cake in calm contentment.
Chen Ze was in the kitchen helping Riesel cut ingredients. Riesel had requested a lot of ingredients, like tripe and throat, which Chen Ze felt he had bought solely for Riesel’s consumption. He didn’t plan to use the tripe for dishes yet, so he used it all to feed Riesel.
"Strange humans." Riesel glanced at Joker. Riesel normally wouldn’t care about the likes of mortals. The man had no power in him, just an ordinary person, at best a well-exercised one. But, to a Dragon like Riesel, he posed no threat.
If you were purely considering physical fitness, this human seemed no different from an ant to Riesel.
But just now, when that man laughed, there was a strange feeling. Riesel felt an impulse to laugh too, to laugh as unrestrained as that man, until his stomach hurt, not stopping even if he had to hold his belly in pain.
Fortunately, before Riesel could laugh out loud, the manager had already restrained the man with a Magic Circle, saving Riesel from holding it in too long.
"He shouldn’t be a resident of the positive or negative planes; I’ve never seen such an ability before," Dragone remarked, noting his old friend’s confusion, whispering before continuing with his iced chestnut rice.
"Huh? What’s up?" Sebastian looked up, confused, observing his two friends. He’d been busy eating barbecue and drinking Lai Mei, not catching a word they said.
"...It’s nothing," Riesel shook his head.
"Sigh, it must be nice to be a fool, no worries at all," Dragone looked at Sebastian with pity, then sighed.
"Idiot? Are you talking about that mortal? He does look pretty stupid, hahaha." Sebastian naturally excluded himself from the category of idiots, or perhaps he never considered the possibility that he could be one.
"As long as you’re happy." Riesel continued eating his hot pot; he had already asked Betty to add water twice.
"Whew~ Although it’s not my first time here, the manager really knows how to surprise me." The Joker put down his knife and fork, very satisfied. Today’s barbecue and the cake made with wine were extremely delicious, to the point where one is reluctant to eat the last bite.
"Hehehe, for such delicious food, this should be used to pay the bill. Little Betty, this is for my meal. Tell the manager that next time I’ll bring that bat along~" The Joker laid down three tubes of something and then left.
"This is..." Chen Ze, called out by Betty, picked up what the Joker left on the table. After hesitating for a bit, he recognized it—it was indeed Scarecrow’s fear toxin. It seems the Joker got his hands on these items again from who knows where.
"It’s fine, might be useful later on. Here, Betty, this is for lunch." Chen Ze handed a steaming hot dog bun to Betty to eat first and then returned to the kitchen to start preparing soy milk.
Making soy milk actually involves no technical skills and is a drink even someone with two left hands could easily make, because only a few things are needed. Chen Ze took out the soybeans, soaked them in water, and then placed them on the Quadruple Speed Slate, as dried soybeans need to be soaked before they can be used.
Afterward, Chen Ze took out the soy milk machine. The next step was just a matter of waiting to see when the soybeans would be soaked enough. However, Chen Ze thought that if one wanted to make a more unique soy milk, they could add some dates or other grains. Chen Ze had also drunk oat soy milk before; it tasted like regular soy milk steeped with instant oats from the supermarket.
Chen Ze yawned and then picked up a warm dog bun, slowly eating it. freewebnσvel.cøm
Chen Ze didn’t have much of an appetite. He had noticed something during New Year’s feasts in the past: after preparing a full table of dishes, his mom wouldn’t eat much. At that time, Chen Ze didn’t understand why. It was only after becoming a chef himself that he realized, after cooking a lot and smelling the kitchen fumes, one’s appetite diminishes, feeling as if one’s stomach is full.
Therefore, Chen Ze figured it made sense for deities to subsist on incense offerings. Perhaps being surrounded by incense day in and day out made them feel full too? Just like being a chef—it’s probably what one would call an authentic ’smoky’ atmosphere.
"Next time I’ll make a portion of hot dry noodles. I remember my college classmates from Wuhan always saying how delicious they are. The only thing is, I’m not sure if I can get the sauce right." Chen Ze yawned, then remembered how his mom tried to make Korean kimchi and managed to make the cabbage sprout.
"But thinking about it now, why am I becoming even more anxious about what my mom might send me..." Chen Ze was somewhat fretful; the unknown is always filled with fear.
"Manager, I’d like to pay the bill. And could you also pack up ten portions of light cheesecake to go?" Sebastian’s booming voice pulled Chen Ze out of his reminiscing. Chen Ze smiled and clapped his hands before he went out.
"Coming right up."
