My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 511: Chapter 371 Probably Something of Buffet’s

"Manager, hey." The next morning, Betty was cleaning up while yawning.

"What’s up?" Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, silently chopping vegetables. This morning, Joichiro Yukihira seemed to be very satisfied with Chen Ze, and then the intensity of the training increased once again. freeweɓnovel.cøm

However, Chen Ze himself was quite satisfied. After all, rigorous training meant that his culinary skills could continue to improve, and perhaps in the future, he would reach the standard where every dish was perfect.

"Lindsay agreed to let me use her money to buy games~" Betty was quite proud; now she could buy a huge pile of games to display.

"Oh, that’s good." Chen Ze stretched, relaxing his nerves.

"Eh? Aren’t you surprised?" Betty paused.

"What’s there to be surprised about? Instead of that, you should hurry up and finish mopping the floor." Chen Ze rolled his eyes. After all, Lindsay was a friend that Betty had rescued, and Chen Ze felt that there was no way Lindsay would refuse.

Chen Ze put down the knife and clapped his hands contentedly, the ingredients were ready. What followed was to continue researching Liu Maoxing’s crispy rice dish.

"I think I might need a custom-made kitchen utensil, otherwise, trying to shape the crispy rice into a ball is somewhat difficult." Chen Ze stroked his chin. Previously, he had considered whether to use two half-sphere pans, combine them into a spherical shape, and then use them to prepare the dish, but it didn’t work.

"Mr. Manager, a cup of tea, and then a serving of a light cheesecake and some macarons," Moriarty walked in, took off his gent’s hat, and found a seat to sit down.

"Alright, and Professor, we now have milk tea; would you like to try it?" Chen Ze remembered the express delivery he received this morning, a box of Myanmar milk tea.

But this milk tea was not the kind that Director Zhou liked best; it leaned more toward the kind with tea and milk. However, the taste was also really good, and Chen Ze liked it very much.

So when he received this box of express delivery from his mother, Chen Ze was very satisfied. With this box of milk tea, he could happily drink milk tea again and also study how to make it.

"Milk tea? Give me one," Moriarty nodded. Milk tea or not, even if one day Chen Ze served up some bizarre dish, Moriarty would be able to eat it calmly.

"Of course, just a moment," Chen Ze nodded, then brewed a cup of milk tea and had Betty take it to Moriarty.

As for Chen Ze, he planned to research how to make macarons in the kitchen.

Macarons, this dessert is very famous, so Chen Ze’s menu also included this sweet treat.

"Professor Moriarty, may I ask you a question?" Betty watched Moriarty contentedly finish his milk tea and approached to ask.

"Hmm, go ahead," Moriarty put down his cup, looking at Betty seriously.

"It’s like this, between an unleashed hound that’s running and barking as it rushes over, and a person doing the same—breaking free and charging over while yelling—which do you think is scarier?" Betty asked earnestly.

"The person is scarier. The fact that one can be restrained by a collar in the first place proves that this person must be frightening," Moriarty gave a straightforward answer.

"Eh? I thought it was the dog." Betty was a bit confused.

She had discussed Lindsay’s new game with her yesterday, and Lindsay had asked her this question.

But Betty thought the unleashed hound was scarier because, confident that she could outrun a person, she found the prospect of outrunning a dog much more daunting.

"Betty, you must understand that humans are complex creatures. They may harm others over a piece of bread or sacrifice their lives for an innocent child," Moriarty said with a smile.

"The human anthem is an anthem of courage," Chen Ze interjected, then called Betty inside; he had finished.

"This sentence is quite good," Moriarty nodded.

"Macarons come in so many colors~" Betty wiped her mouth, gazing at the aesthetically pleasing macarons, and felt her stomach growl with hunger once again.

"Macarons are high in calories, and they also contain a lot of sugar," Chen Ze glanced at Betty. Macarons were considered by many to be too sweet.

"I... okay..." Betty was visibly disappointed.

Chen Ze smiled, then returned to the kitchen to continue experimenting with crispy rice dishes.

"Betty, as we usually say, losing weight is as tough as quitting smoking. Keep it up," Moriarty took a plate, picked up a macaron, tasted it, and smiled contentedly.

The flavor of the macaron was very nice too; it was mango-flavored, which Moriarty really liked.

"Thank you..." Betty lay listlessly on the table.

"Buffet." The door was pushed open again, but this time it was Stan who entered with his usual grim expression.

"Lord Stan, please sit here," Betty said cheerfully as she bounced over and found a seat for Stan.

"Hmm," Stan nodded, then took a sip of the cola that Betty passed to him.

Chen Ze immediately began preparing the buffet for Stan. Although he could have prepared it in advance thanks to the storage stone, Chen Ze felt that would be too dismissive of his guests, so he had never done so.

"Buffet... Why not try adding a bit of Void Ginseng?" Chen Ze found that he had become a bit bolder, partly because of the perfect chive boxes he had made the last time.

Ultimately, Chen Ze decided to give it a try; if it didn’t work out, he could always make the buffet again since it didn’t take very long to prepare.

[You have made a perfect buffet, and your dessert experience has increased by 5 points.]

Chen Ze wasn’t concerned; a perfect buffet was to be expected. He just didn’t know yet what would happen once he added the squeezed Void Ginseng juice.

Chen Ze licked his lips, then dropped a clear drop of Void Ginseng juice onto it.

There was no change, no color change, not even a peep from the System, which made Chen Ze feel inexplicably anxious.

"Hmm... let’s give it a taste." Chen Ze picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it in his mouth, then spat it out the next second.

"It looks like it doesn’t work." Chen Ze drank two mouthfuls of water to remove the suffocatingly sweet taste from his mouth.

It seemed that Void Ginseng juice didn’t mesh with the buffet; the taste didn’t spread at all, focusing entirely on the spot where it had been dropped.

"The manager is keeping all the good stuff to himself!" Betty’s voice startled Chen Ze so much that he almost threw his cup of buffet out.

Turning around, he saw Betty biting on the doorframe, looking at him with envy and resentment.

"... do you want a taste?" Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, but as he said this, he realized he hadn’t actually made any breakfast yet.

"No thanks, the manager just spat it out, it’s definitely no good," Betty shook her head adamantly.