My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 507: Chapter 367: I treat you like a girlfriend, and you actually want to!

"Huff~ Truly delicious," Dragone exhaled with satisfaction. The flavor of these leek pastries far exceeded his expectations, and even after eating, a faint fragrance lingered in his mouth, unlike the heavy taste other dishes left. This pleased Dragone, who was very conscious of his personal image.

"I can’t help myself—I’ll have one as well, Manager!" Sebastian licked his lips, feeling that the Argentinian barbecue in his hands wasn’t as appealing anymore.

"Alright, just a moment," Chen Ze wiped his sweat. He didn’t particularly like barbecue, because it was hot, and if you barbecued for too long, it made you feel like you were in a sauna.

However, a customer’s request had to be fulfilled, and Chen Ze was prepared for this, so he had no complaints.

"But Sebastian trying out the leek pastries, that I really didn’t expect." Chen Ze yawned and then stood up to start kneading the dough since the dough he had prepared earlier was all used up.

"Manager," Betty walked in, looking pitifully at Chen Ze.

"What’s wrong?" Chen Ze turned around, puzzled, to look at Betty.

"I’m hungry," Betty said with a slight wag of her tail, prompting a twitch at the corners of Chen Ze’s mouth.

"Alright, here are ten leek pastries, you can go ahead and eat these," Chen Ze handed over a plate from the side, in exchange for a cheer from Betty.

"However, weren’t you trying to lose weight?" Chen Ze watched Betty with hollow eyes. This creature was once so determined to lose weight, and now she was back to her old ways.

"!" Betty, who was about to reach for a leek pastry, stiffened for a moment, and then collapsed dejectedly onto the table.

"I... I... I’m going out..." Betty pinched her hand in distress and then walked out disconsolately.

It seems girls are still very concerned about their weight.

Chen Ze chuckled and then continued kneading his dough.

"Dragone, speaking of which, you’re not getting any younger, when are you planning to marry?" Sebastian ate his barbecue, sipping his beer, and then patted his old friend’s shoulder.

"Not yet, I haven’t found anyone," Dragone was also troubled. His family was peculiar; when other Dragons were prolifically spreading their seeds, his dad and mom stood out as an anomaly among Dragons—monogamous and respectful to each other, with no illegitimate dragon offspring.

Dragone felt it was entirely because his mom was a strong Dragon who utterly overpowered his dad in terms of strength.

Dragone still remembered that one time his dad got drunk and told him, "Son, make sure you marry someone you can handle. We don’t hit female Dragons, but you definitely shouldn’t be weaker than a female Dragon, or it’ll be troublesome."

At that time, Dragone’s dad was so drunk he couldn’t even see the furious signs Dragone was giving.

"Let me tell you... burp... that time, with your mom, well... I wanted to just skedaddle... Then with one punch, just one punch, she destroyed my Dragon’s Den... that’s just sick~" Dragone’s dad laughed heartily, while Dragone’s mom smiled behind him, her fists cracking.

Dragone covered his face; he could not bear to watch what was coming next.

But it was precisely because of this that Dragone was quite naive; he always believed he should find a mother dragon to spend his life with. Although he had tried to find one, Dragone’s gender-ambiguous face brought him a great deal of trouble in finding a mate.

"Tsk tsk, let me tell you~ A mother dragon, a Black Dragon younger than me by three thousand years, recently arrived in the negative planes~ I visited her before~ That figure, tsk tsk~ Let me tell you..." Sebastian was brimming with pride.

"Oh? Are you talking about Agilline Bierka?" Dragone glanced at Sebastian from the corner of his eye, very calmly.

"Back then... Huh? How did you know?" Sebastian was about to brag further when he was taken aback by Dragone’s remark, completely dumbfounded.

"Of course, I know. That guy’s reputation is legendary in the positive planes." Dragone chuckled and took a bite of his mango mousse.

"Huh?? What’s going on?" Sebastian felt a bad premonition and his claws tightened around his goblet.

"That guy, with such a beautiful figure and so gorgeous, has made countless mother dragons in the positive planes green with envy, but..." Dragone smirked, then gestured invitingly to Sebastian with a crooked finger.

"You greedy old miser." Sebastian grudgingly pulled out a pouch from his magic space and threw it to Dragone, his heart aching painfully.

It was filled with a whole hundred kilograms of Gold Coins! ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"That guy, he’s a Golden Dragon. The Black Dragon scales were permanently transmuted by magic, and there’s an even bigger secret..." Dragone paused again, the intent behind his words crystal clear.

"Damn it... my savings..." Sebastian’s face twisted in agony, but still, he obediently handed over his coin pouch.

"Agilline Bierka was originally named Link Billka; he is a male dragon, though he always seems to wish he were female." Dragone contentedly pocketed the pouch of Gold Coins; he loved sleeping on top of gold.

"Male... male dragon?" Sebastian’s goblet dropped to the ground. freēwebnovel.com

Suddenly, Sebastian remembered that when he had gone to visit Agilline, he had brought gifts... Could it be that the other party was possibly even bigger than him?

"Poor Sebas." Dragone sighed, although his expression didn’t seem to show any trace of sorrow.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. Their voices were too loud, and even from the kitchen, Chen Ze could hear them. He couldn’t help but light a metaphorical candle for Sebastian in his mind; he initially went looking for a mate, but now he might end up brothers with them.

"Anyway, I should check my recipes first." Chen Ze shook his head, planning to prepare dishes for Sebastian and the others until the afternoon. Fortunately, no other customers came in. Otherwise, Chen Ze felt he might have ended up in a chaotic rush to prepare the dishes.

"Egg... egg... I feel like I could nearly forget how to write the word ’egg.’" Chen Ze massaged his temples in frustration. In fact, if you look at or write a Chinese character too long, it can become unrecognizable to you.

And after such a long search, Chen Ze still hadn’t found the dish he was looking for.

There were too many egg dishes. It seemed like all sorts of ingredients could be used to make stir-fried eggs, but this didn’t meet Chen Ze’s criteria. The simplest way would naturally be boiled eggs, but Chen Ze always felt that was a bit of a waste.

"It’s so frustrating..." Chen Ze furrowed his brow.