My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 498: Chapter 358: Having Too Low Emotional Intelligence Is Not Good

Chen Ze played with the black crystal in his hands, handed to him by Nyarlathotep—it was Hearthstone: Otherworld edition, version 1.0.

However, one has to admit, as a mad scientist, Nyarlathotep really had a knack for things. This version of Hearthstone he now concocted was far better than the previous one, whether it came to the cards or the special effects. And most importantly, it now supported two-player battles.

"In any case, you can understand that, if you’re not willing to believe in the Goddess of Magic, then you can only play face-to-face. Only by believing in the Goddess of Magic can you battle against other players," Nyarlathotep explained with a bit of magic to the words, but Chen Ze still found it quite comprehensible.

Which is to say, without belief in the Goddess of Magic, you can’t play online; you could only play over a local network.

"Ny...Newton, what do you feel like eating?" Chen Ze curiously asked, almost misspeaking.

"A serving of truth, my friend." Nyarlathotep responded with a radiant smile, leading Chen Ze to conclude that He was quite likely broken. Had embodying a human for too long led Him to adopt some strange new character persona?

"Sorry, our restaurant doesn’t serve a dish called ’a serving of truth’." Chen Ze thought maybe he should ask Shiratori Nozomi for an item next time she came over, like that coffee machine.

"Then just a serving of roasted meat, accompanied by ice sea chestnut rice, and top it off with a drink," Nyarlathotep ordered, more normally this time, before continuing to discuss wondrous physics with Professor Moriarty.

"Alright," Chen Ze replied, somewhat feeling the urge to facepalm, but as long as He was happy, that was what mattered.

Returning to the kitchen, Chen Ze washed his hands. Some fussy chefs even go so far as to ensure their kitchen, utensils, and even themselves, don’t carry any scents that could ruin the ingredients’ flavors before handling the food.

Chen Ze wasn’t so particular, but he did wash the cooking tools before handling certain ingredients to prevent mixing flavors.

"A drink, hmm... let me think, how about I make Him a chocolate dream cake again?" Chen Ze furrowed his brow; though in some aspects a chocolate dream cake might indeed qualify as a drink, it was still kind of unusual.

"As for juice... it feels pretty much the same as cola really," Chen Ze thought of the fresh fruits and vegetables stored in his warehouse.

Once, Chen Ze believed juice was a healthy beverage since fruits were universally praised, which made juice seem like the essence of fruit while discarding the pulp.

But later, Chen Ze learned that wasn’t the case.

After fruits are juiced, they lose a significant amount of their nutrients, leaving behind a lot of sugar that’s easily absorbed and can quickly spike one’s blood sugar level.

So Chen Ze now understood that it’s healthiest to eat fruits without juicing them, simply peeled. fгeewebnovёl.com

"Then let’s make a cocktail," Chen Ze decided, recalling the drinks Lafra brought over. Last time he randomly mixed ingredients and struck lucky, creating a perfect chocolate dream cake, so what if he didn’t make it into a cake this time? Could it turn out even better?

Chen Ze decided to act upon his idea right away, bringing out the drinks he had used previously, and tried mixing them in the same proportions as he would for the chocolate dream cake.

"...Hmm, seems like it doesn’t work. There’s no system notification, nothing." Chen Ze shook his head. This probably-cocktail didn’t provide any experience in alcohol mixing, leading Chen Ze to surmise that the steps for making the cake had altered the drink—alternatively, it meant he had created a new drink entirely.

"Forget it, let’s just make a standard Godfather for Him," Chen Ze shook his head again, and then he mixed a Godfather according to a cocktail recipe. After preparing the rest of the dishes, he had Betty bring them out.

"What’s this?" Nyarlathotep, looking at the drink in front of Him, asked curiously.

Although Lord Yog-Sothoth’s visit brought some news, no memories from his Otherworld selves were conveyed, so Nyarlathotep still only knew what he had learned on his own.

"Godfather, Newton, here’s the beverage I prepared for you," Chen Ze said, poking his head out with a smile.

"So why did Betty decide to look like that?" Nyarlathotep pointed at Betty, who was standing nearby.

Only then did Chen Ze notice that she had somehow found a flower to pin to her chest and was also holding a chopstick in her hand.

"I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse, Manager," Betty said with a crooked smile, which made the corners of Chen Ze’s mouth twitch. freёweɓnovel.com

Chen Ze felt somewhat amazed inside. Betty was getting more and more indulgent, to the point where she even dared to jest with Nyarlathotep.

"This is Betty’s hobby, Mr. Newton. I hope you enjoy your meal," Chen Ze backed away, feeling that if he continued watching, Betty might actually declare, ’The three years are up.’

Compared to Chen Ze’s current tangled emotions, Destiny was completely stupefied.

"Flemea, aren’t you going to persuade Destiny?" In Flemea’s bar, Reinhardt sipped his drink while asking his companion.

"What’s there to ask? This is the arrangement of my lord. In fact, besides my lord, I can’t think of any other circumstance under which a former werewolf girl could become the Goddess of Magic," Flemea rolled her eyes.

"Sigh, but for Destiny, this situation..." Reinhardt shook his head. Everything was going well before, with Destiny returning every day to drink with a smile on her face, even when carrying out the divine oracles of the great beings, she radiated the sour smell of love.

Reinhardt was happy to see her progress, Destiny being able to let go of the past and start anew was a good thing, but he had never expected what came next.

Just as Destiny approached, carrying a bunch of Night Forest Flowers to confess her love, He Luo ascended to the sky right in front of Destiny, transforming into the greatly renowned Goddess of Magic, the current sole true deity.

At that moment, Destiny was dumbstruck.

The other pseudo-gods, their souls still in the hands of the great existence, were being endlessly tormented.

"Oh, come on, this guy is just playing dumb after getting lucky, no, he’s actually just a fool." Flemea said disdainfully, suspecting that perhaps Destiny was deliberately pretending to be ignorant.

"What’s wrong with me, Flemea?" A cold, detached voice spoke. In the heat of summer, this voice could make one feel cool without air conditioning.

Turning her head, Flemea saw Destiny wearing a mask sitting opposite her, exuding an oppressive presence.

"Sigh, if my lord allowed He Luo to become a deity, then he surely knows what’s on your mind, but has he prevented you from pursuing it?" Flemea sighed.

Destiny was taken aback for a moment, then vanished in an instant.

Flemea shook her head, looking at Reinhardt’s perplexed face, "You’re all good, considering your EQ, you wouldn’t understand anyway."