My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 489: Chapter 349: Scent Bomb

Chen Ze returned to the restaurant with a dazed expression, then glanced at his phone, realizing it was already afternoon. He was uncertain if any other customers would come in today, as the timing of their arrival was always unpredictable.

"I hope more customers come today, or I don’t know when I’ll be able to finish serving these mango mousses," Chen Ze yawned, rubbed his eyes, and then began to prepare the chicken. He planned to get everything ready for the paper-wrapped fried chicken in advance so that he could cook quickly once it was ordered.

However, Chen Ze was still quite relieved that unlike those cafes where customers’ patience averaged only ten minutes, his clients were generally easy-going, willing to wait an entire afternoon if need be, though Chen Ze hardly ever made them wait that long.

"So now the question is, how should I deal with this thing?" Chen Ze looked at the bag in front of him and felt a bit bald-headed, even though he paid close attention to his hair care, his hair still said goodbye to him every morning on the pillow, leaving Chen Ze helpless.

Sebastian and Riesel had left, but before leaving, they had left behind a pile of plates and this bag of ingredients, which was said to be very precious. However, Chen Ze naturally felt a bit averse to it.

It wasn’t that Chen Ze despised the quality of the ingredients, after all, according to Dragone, the ingredient was as precious as the Ice Fish, but even so, Chen Ze felt some psychological resistance.

Chen Ze took a deep breath, then slowly opened the bag, revealing its contents: a swarm of insect-like creatures, resembling cockroaches from the southern regions, wriggling en masse.

"I..." Chen Ze’s feelings were extremely complicated, and he didn’t quite know how to describe his emotions at the moment.

Cockroaches are a fascinating species. In Huaxia, there’s a significant difference between the north and the south, and some northerners, upon arriving in the south, find themselves scared to tears by the sleek, shiny cockroaches the size of lighters.

Once, when Chen Ze was working, he had a colleague from Northeast, a burly man who was very hearty and generous with his drinks, but he was terrified of cockroaches. When he saw one flying toward his face, the strong man let out a scream and ran desperately.

It’s quite comical when you think about it, and Chen Ze himself was part of it. In fact, not every southern person is unafraid of cockroaches, and not many people are afraid of them, to begin with.

"Thank goodness for the Magic Circle, or else I’d probably die on the spot," Chen Ze said, looking at the chilling scene in front of him and rubbing his arms.

But when he thought about the origin of the ingredient, Chen Ze felt a mix of amusement and resignation.

"In fact, this thing is called Dragon Worms, and it only appears on very messy Sprite Dragons. However, Sprite Dragons are quite clean creatures, so it’s very difficult to find these Dragon Worms," Riesel had explained, and Chen Ze noticed Dragone’s eyelids twitch twice at those words, suggesting that for Sprite Dragons, such a thing was more like an insult.

"So, you’re sure it’s safe to eat? There’s no mysterious virus or bacteria, right?" Chen Ze felt uncomfortable, seeing the Dragon Worms that looked no different from cockroaches and rejecting the idea from the bottom of his heart.

"Definitely, these little guys only feed on magic power, so the flesh inside is very clean and delicious. It’s a favorite food among the Mixed Blood Dragon Breed, and even the Pope eats it," Sebastian added, as Dragone walked out the door expressionlessly.

"The cleanest creatures lack it, yet it’s born from the dirtiest ones, producing such a pure delicacy. Nature truly is amazing," Chen Ze suppressed his urge to flee and picked up a wriggling Dragon Worm, placing it on the cutting board.

It is well known that the man at the top of the food chain once said that insects can be eaten once their heads are removed, they are crunchy, taste like chicken, and the protein content is six times that of beef.

Thus, Chen Ze believed that the same process should be applied to this creature called Dragon Worms.

Chen Ze picked up the kitchen knife, and with a swift motion, chopped off the Dragon Worm’s large head, tossing it into the trash. He then saw the tender white meat, devoid of any blood and seemingly lacking any digestive organs, as if everything below its neck was pure flesh.

"Gulp..." Chen Ze shamefully swallowed his saliva.

The meat of the Dragon Worm, which smelled faintly sweet like pastry, was incredibly tempting, even making Chen Ze want to take a bite immediately. However, he restrained himself.

Chen Ze sensed the Magic Circle, then connected and scanned the Dragon Worm with it, confirming there were no problems with the meat. Only then did he pick it out with a toothpick and place it in a bowl.

"What kind of magical insect is this?" Chen Ze marveled.

Dragon Worms had legs, but their meat was incredibly easy to separate. For some reason, when picked, the flesh that should have been in the leg shells also came out effortlessly, looking surprisingly neat aside from lacking a head.

Insects are typically eaten deep-fried or grilled, but looking at the snow-white Dragon Worm meat in front of him, Chen Ze felt that grilling might not be the best idea, and somehow deep-frying also seemed a bit odd. freewebnovёl.ƈom

Generally speaking, if one aims to preserve the original taste of the ingredients to the greatest extent, besides eating it raw, Chen Ze thought steaming would be the way to go. Steaming just uses water vapor to heat the food, and it doesn’t damage the ingredient’s own flavor due to the influence of oil fumes.

So, after some consideration, Chen Ze decided to steam the Dragon Worm without adding anything, then taste what its flavor was like.

Chen Ze arranged the Quadruple Speed Slate by the steamer and began to wait for the Dragon Worm to cook through. Contrary to what he expected, the Dragon Worm did not emit any fragrance during the steaming process, and the scent kept fading until it disappeared completely.

Chen Ze inexplicably felt a sense of foreboding that this might not turn out well.

After steaming for fifteen minutes, Chen Ze directly took down the steamer, removed the plate inside, and there it was, that tender white as snow color, still in the same shape, but it now somewhat looked like a jade craft.

Chen Ze picked up the chopsticks and, having eaten Hell Crawlers before, no longer felt any mental resistance to eating bugs, so he naturally popped one into his mouth and took a bite.

Upon biting down, a powerful burst of gas instantly rushed out. Chen Ze felt that if he kept his mouth closed, he might even exhale the gas through his nose.

And once again, the air filled with a rich sweet fragrance—this was truly a bomb of aromas!