My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 509: Chapter 369: Magical Crispy Rice Cuisine

If we’re talking about magic cuisine, then Chen Ze’s first thought is molecular gastronomy, using various high-tech methods to make different dishes taste magically different, like a dish that looks like an egg but tastes like mango. However, Chen Ze doesn’t consider such dishes truly magical cuisine—they’re more like high-tech cooking.

In Chen Ze’s heart, he remembers when he was little and watched TV, especially "China’s Little Head Chef," he was dumbfounded by the incredible dishes shown, and there was one crisped rice dish that he always coveted, feeling it was like a magical trick.

Although he grew up thinking that the idea of cooking that glows was highly questionable—I mean, if you didn’t know better, you might think they added a bunch of luminous agents to it.

But now Chen Ze has a very magical restaurant, and he’s even met Liu Maoxing, even learning to make Magical Mapo Tofu, so Chen Ze thinks he should try his hand at that magical glowing dish.

"Let me think, the biggest challenge of that crisped rice is probably how to shape it into a ball, and then keep it from cracking for a while," Chen Ze stroked his chin, lost in thought.

A ball shape, it looks simple enough—things like meatballs are shaped like that. But crisped rice is inherently fragile, especially with fillings added, so that raises the difficulty.

Chen Ze used to frequent a website where he saw many food bloggers attempt to recreate this dish, but they all failed because maintaining a stable spherical shape was extremely difficult.

"However, maybe I can learn something from their experiences, and then I can find a different way to make it," Chen Ze was conflicted, but to be honest, there are very few spherical cooking tools available—they might exist, but definitely not in abundance.

Conan swung his legs idly, suddenly feeling a bit foolish for spending all this time waiting for a meal instead of investigating the peripheral members of the Black Organization.

"Conan, here’s your lemon water and a complimentary mango mousse," Betty brought over a small plate and set it in front of Conan.

"Thank you, Betty," Conan said with a smile and a nod.

"Now that’s not right, Conan. Do you know how old I am?" Betty’s face was full of mischief, though Conan always had the feeling she was up to no good.

"Hmm... Betty, you’re so pretty and cute; you must be 20 years old!" Conan pondered for a moment—he could roughly guess a human woman’s age, but for someone like Betty, a non-human, he really couldn’t tell.

"You should be calling me grandmother, you know," as soon as Betty said this, Conan froze, good god, grandmother?!

"But.." Conan tried to argue.

"Aw, I’m much, much older than you," Betty boasted, swaying her tail. For the first time, she felt there were advantages to a Succubus’s long life.

"...Bet... Betty... granny.." Conan could hardly bring himself to say it.

"Aw, good boy~" Betty was extremely happy, her tail wagging so much that Conan wondered if she might take off like a helicopter.

"Sigh~ I didn’t expect to become a grandmother at my flower-like age, tsk tsk tsk, such is the life of magic.." Betty said, full of introspection. If Chen Ze saw her, he would think she was just a cigarette and a bottle of wine shy of those who have seen the vicissitudes of life.

"Enough already..." Conan looked at Betty with glazed eyes, convinced that she was indeed teasing him.

"Hehe, an older lady needs to find her own amusement," Betty said with a laugh as she brought Conan another can of cola.

"Well, you remind me of Sonoko, she’s a bit like you," Conan remembered Ran’s best friend, the daughter of the wealthy Suzuki family.

"Kudo, you shouldn’t say that, the biggest difference between Sonoko Suzuki and Betty is that Suzuki is much wealthier," Chen Ze said with a smile as he came out holding a plate.

"Manager! You should have called me too," Betty stamped her foot, then ran over to take the plate from Chen Ze and placed it on Conan’s table.

"Is this some kind of magic dish?" Conan looked curiously at the plate in front of him.

"While it’s still not the best combination I have in mind, from a certain angle, it’s indeed a kind of magical cuisine," Chen Ze shrugged his shoulders. In fact, he hadn’t managed to make the crispy rice dish. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get it into a fixed spherical shape.

So Chen Ze eventually gave up. But he had no idea when Liu Maoxing would come back. If he did, Chen Ze was determined to find out how he made those glowing dishes, and that completely illogical catfish noodle dish.

"Is that so..." Conan suspiciously lifted the lid and then a beam of light shot out from inside. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"How’s that? Magical enough?" Chen Ze smiled. Magical Mapo Tofu was the only glowing dish he could make at the moment.

"Hmm... I’m a bit worried about my health," Conan twitched his mouth. What on earth was this? If he didn’t know that Chen Ze wouldn’t make anything strange, Conan might have suspected that the Black Organization had discovered his identity.

"Just try it," Chen Ze said nonchalantly, then put rice on the table along with a serving of fried pork cutlet.

"Delicious!" Conan was conquered at the first bite. The taste of the Mapo Tofu was really superb, the kind of spicy yet irresistibly moreish flavor.

"Don’t talk while eating, or you’ll choke," Chen Ze said, a bit speechless. Sure, it was delicious, but don’t talk!

He knew talking while eating could easily lead to choking, especially with spicy dishes like Mapo Tofu. If someone choked on that...

The experience would be rather painfully refreshing, so Chen Ze thought it best not to try such things lightly.

"Cough cough cough..." No sooner had Chen Ze spoken than Conan choked, patting his chest in agony.

"..." Chen Ze was slightly at a loss for words. Had he inadvertently copied soccer legend Pele?

"Be more careful next time," Chen Ze sighed, then used a magic circle to sense Conan’s body and eradicate the culprit.

"It’s amazing, thank you, Manager," Conan recovered. That sensation just now, it felt like he was going to cough to death.

Chen Ze shrugged his shoulders and then went back to the kitchen to continue his research on the crispy rice dish. Although he could wait for China’s Little Head Chef, Chen Ze had no idea how long that might take, so it was better to be self-reliant.