My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 501: Chapter 361 Mephisto: The 007 Work Schedule is Truly a Blessing

The new use of the Sun Mushroom made Chen Ze very happy. At the very least, whether it was used for cooking or enhancing the spiciness of chili peppers, it was a very good choice. However, Chen Ze was still hesitant. If he put it into hot pot, he wasn’t sure if it would still have the same effect.

"If only Riesel were here, after all, this guy really loves spicy food. For him, the Sun Mushroom could play its greatest role." Chen Ze shook his head; the Sun Mushroom could wait for now. Before that, he needed to prepare the pizza that Ronna was going to take back with her today.

"Ronna, how do you think this problem should be dealt with?" Moriarty asked with a smile, holding a piece of paper in his hand which was obviously meant as a test question.

"This... I think Joan of Arc did quite well." Ronna blinked her eyes.

"Oh? Why is that?" Moriarty’s expression did not change; he asked calmly.

"Isn’t it because the King always needs those... um... people who eat with golden spoons to take on the role?" Ronna tilted her head, under the impression that a lofty king always ate with a golden spoon, and felt that if her dirty hands touched his clothes, she could even be sentenced to death.

"Ronna, your idea is incorrect. You must understand, a king is not born a king, the soul of a king is the same as that of an ordinary person..." Moriarty patiently educated Ronna, enjoying the pleasure of this queen-nurturing game.

"In fact, the soul of a king is indeed different from that of an ordinary person; their souls are darker." An unfamiliar voice spoke, and Moriarty raised his head to see a man in white clothing walking in.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant, Mr. Mephisto." Betty smiled and walked over; he was a regular customer.

"Good day, Succubus Betty. What delicious food do you have to recommend today?" Mephisto walked in slowly and then took a seat.

"Mr. Mephisto, all the dishes in our establishment are very tasty." Betty handed the menu to Mephisto.

"I remember the manager is a Huaxia chef, so Kung Pao chicken should be an easy dish for him, right? Bring me a serving, along with some soy sauce chicken and a bowl of chicken rice." Mephisto tapped his fingers on the table.

"Mephisto... Mr. Mephisto?" Moriarty went over the name in his mind. Not many dared to use that name, and the most famous was of course, the Demon King of Hell.

"What’s wrong, teacher?" Ronna looked puzzled at Moriarty, who seemed a bit distracted ever since this customer had come in.

"Nothing, let’s continue our lesson." Moriarty said with a smile, shaking his head. He had some other thoughts in his mind.

"Kung Pao chicken? Soy sauce chicken? Chicken rice?" Chen Ze was stunned for a moment when he heard these three dishes; he really hadn’t expected Mephisto to order them.

Speaking of chicken rice, the most famous would naturally be the Wanbei chicken rice from Taiwan Province of Huaxia. Chen Ze had eaten it before, and indeed, it tasted quite good, but it could get a bit greasy if eaten too much.

"No problem, let Mr. Mephisto wait a bit," Chen Ze clapped his hands. For Chen Ze, the difficulty wasn’t in how to cook the dishes but rather in how to select the recipes. fгeewebnovёl.com

The popularity of Kung Pao Chicken was quite significant, so there had always been ongoing research into improvements and variations of the dish. Many recipes had been developed and subsequently shared online. Of course, some big restaurants’ Kung Pao Chicken might involve their own secret techniques, but Chen Ze had not apprenticed with a master chef of Huaxia cuisine.

"Let’s go with this one," Chen Ze decided after some consideration, choosing a recipe he quite liked even though it was an ordinary household cooking method, confident that the taste would be assured.

Preparing Kung Pao Chicken wasn’t complicated. The main ingredients usually included chicken breast, cucumber, and peanuts, with some recipes adding carrots according to their own unique methods.

After preparing a fine dish of Kung Pao Chicken, Chen Ze was quite pleased and wiped his hands. Next, he was to make Soy Sauce Chicken and also prepare some Chicken Oil Rice on the side.

For Chicken Oil Rice, there was indeed a method involving adding chicken oil after the rice had cooked, but Chen Ze wasn’t fond of this technique. He felt that Chicken Oil Rice made this way might not be as flavorful, which could affect the final result. Therefore, he planned to cook a version where the rice was cooked directly with the chicken oil.

In the process of making Soy Sauce Chicken, Chen Ze peeled off the chicken fat and skin and set them aside to render the oil. When the oil was nearly done, he washed the rice, added water, and then combined it with chicken oil and skin, with a pinch of salt. All that was left was to wait for the rice to cook.

"Betty, do you work here every day?" Mephisto asked with interest as he looked at Betty.

"Yes, Mr. Mephisto, is there something you need?" Betty stood up, placing her cleaning cloth aside, and looked at Mephisto quizzically.

"No, just wondering when you usually rest," Mephisto shifted his feet, seemingly wanting to cross his legs in a relaxed pose but ultimately deciding against it.

"I don’t rest," Betty shook her head. In fact, she found the work in the restaurant quite easy and didn’t see much difference from resting.

"Lately in Hell, we’ve been implementing a 007 work system and many demons are quite pleased with it. I thought you might be the same," Mephisto said with a smile. As more modern human souls fell to Hell, the 007 work system had been proposed by the Demon Rights Protection Association. Mephisto, who enjoyed playing around with it, had approved with laughter.

"Ha... hahaha," Betty laughed awkwardly. Hell really was terrifying; Betty had seen people online complaining that the 996 work system was torture, and she hadn’t expected there to be an even more brutal 007 work system. But souls shouldn’t have to worry about sudden death, right?

"Betty, come in and serve the dishes," Chen Ze called out, wiping his hands. The pizza was also ready, and with the help of the Quadruple Speed Slate, the Chicken Oil Rice was done ahead of time too. However, there were no comments on the Chicken Oil Rice, probably because the System thought the dish was too simple to judge, falling into the category of something anyone with hands could make.

"Okay~" Betty happily rushed in, but Chen Ze hesitated a moment and stopped her before she could leave.

Then, under Betty’s perplexed gaze, Chen Ze took out a bag of Fuling pickles from the storage and poured it all into the Chicken Oil Rice. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"Go on," Chen Ze said with increased satisfaction.