My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 512: Chapter 372: Just as One Can Feel the Warmth or Coolness of Water When Drinking, Everyone Knows Their Situation Best

"You’ve gotten smarter," said Chen Ze with a smile before picking up the Buffet and eating it heartily. After all, he had already thrown away the part with the Void Ginseng, leaving the rest of the perfect-grade Buffet.

Betty was momentarily stunned, feeling somewhat at a loss.

"Lord Stan, here is your Buffet," Betty went out and placed Stan’s Buffet on the table.

"Hmm," Stan nodded, then quietly ate his Buffet.

Moriarty glanced at Stan but didn’t pay much attention, assuming he was just an obscure member of the public.

"Mr. Manager, could you please settle the bill?" Moriarty wiped his mouth, as he still had to wait for Ronna to come.

"Of course, Mr. Moriarty, what would you like to use for payment this time?" Chen Ze was a bit curious.

"This, the latest book of that ridiculous detective, complete with the ridiculous signature of the detective himself," Moriarty said with a tone full of mockery that made Chen Ze’s mouth twitch, wondering just how much contempt Moriarty had for Holmes.

However, Chen Ze was very satisfied with acquiring the book, thinking he might eventually collect the entire series of The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and place them in the restaurant for his customers to read.

"This is a complimentary gift, Professor Moriarty," Chen Ze provided Moriarty with a mango mousse, after all, just drinking tea could be a bit dull.

Then Chen Ze quickly finished preparing Stan’s Buffet and had Betty serve it.

"Stan, I’d like to ask you a question, if I may, as today’s meal fee," Chen Ze went out and looked worriedly at Stan who was eating the Buffet.

"..." Stan lifted his head but said nothing, however, Chen Ze understood this meant he was allowed to ask.

"It’s just that... Lafra has been sleeping a lot lately. Is there a problem? I don’t think her body needs this much sleep... and she has been lacking sleep anyway," Chen Ze was very worried; Lafra was his girlfriend and the woman he saw as his future wife, so her health naturally concerned him the most.

Stan’s action of scooping the Buffet froze for a moment, and then Chen Ze noticed a change in his expression, but couldn’t quite identify what it was.

"Are you sure you want to know?" Stan spoke in a long sentence, and he even put down his spoon.

Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, almost blurting out "I want to know."

But Chen Ze hesitated.

If Lafra hadn’t mentioned it, it meant the issue must be significant, and she just hadn’t decided to let him know yet.

Stan was a guest, and although he could be considered a friend by now, was it really right to uncover something Lafra had chosen to keep hidden like this?

Chen Ze’s thoughts inexplicably drifted to a time when he had prepared a birthday gift for a roommate, only for another roommate to let the secret slip, which made him feel a little deflated.

Chen Ze remembered those who mocked depression online; while some might use depression as an excuse without truly suffering from it, there are indeed genuine sufferers.

But how could those who said to be strong, who questioned why others were fine but not the one suffering, truly understand what the other was experiencing?

As the saying goes, only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Lafra, lying on the bed, clenched her fists tightly, the silence below making her extremely anxious. Stan certainly knew, but if he revealed it, then all the effort she’d put in recently...

"I want to know..." Chen Ze’s voice came from below.

Lafra’s eyelashes trembled, and she gripped the sheets tightly with moist eyes seemingly wreathed in mist.

"But don’t tell me. I’ll wait for her to tell me," Chen Ze smiled and then returned to the kitchen, deciding not to inquire further about the matter, trusting that Lafra would tell him when the time was right.

"Mm," Stan nodded, then continued to lower his head and eat his Buffet.

The hand that had been clutching the bedsheet relaxed, and Lafra smiled, but tears still fell from her eyes.

"Idiot... this idiot... Hmph... Without ten thousand cans of cola, I will absolutely not forgive you..." Lafra buried her face in the pillow and kept shaking her legs.

"Pfft~ What a big idiot~" Lafra lifted her head, her face stained with tear marks, yet it held a tender smile.

"Meal fee." Stan ate very quickly; he had been quite busy this period, and with Lafra’s special situation, all the affairs of the negative plane were handed over to him.

This time was no exception, Stan finished fifteen portions of Buffet, packed the last five portions, left a bag behind, and then left.

"Moonlight Mushroom and Ice Fish? What’s this?" Chen Ze took a red object out from among the ingredients.

It looked like a heart, not in the shape of an actual heart but in the shape of a love heart.

But what was very strange was that this thing would move when held in hand, pulsing slowly and rhythmically.

"This can’t be alive, right?" Chen Ze felt a headache coming on. freewёbnoνel.com

However, in the end, Chen Ze still put all these things into the Warehouse Stone, as for how to inquire about it, he had already thought that he could ask Lafra.

"Betty, here’s breakfast," Chen Ze gave Betty several Goubuli buns and a paper-wrapped fried chicken.

"Manager... this is lunch already..." Betty sat down listlessly.

"Mm... You’ll get used to it eventually." Chen Ze didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; he had been cooking in the kitchen and really hadn’t felt hungry.

"I really don’t want to get used to this habit." Betty picked up a bun and took a bite.

Chen Ze checked his smartphone; it was already past twelve, but Ronna had not yet arrived.

However, Professor Moriarty was still sitting calmly in his chair, reading the newspaper, which he had flipped through dozens of times, as far as Chen Ze could tell.

Before Betty finished her first bun, the Wind Chime sounded.

"Cough cough... Welcome to Imon... little sister?" Betty patted her chest, having hurriedly swallowed her food, almost choking in the process.

"Pretty big sister, have you seen my daddy?" It was the same little girl from yesterday, dressed exactly the same, repeating the exact same dialogue.

Betty inexplicably felt like she was playing a dating sim, and now it had reset.

"Little sister, of course your big sister has seen your daddy~" Betty felt that saying she hadn’t seen him might directly trigger a bad ending.

"Wow~ Then where is my daddy?" The little girl cheered, then looked behind Betty with a puzzled expression.

"Your daddy, he went out, and told you to come inside and wait for him; come in and wait with big sister for now." Betty planned to let the little girl inside first.

"Eh? So big sister, what’s my name?" The girl watched Betty with a wary look.

"..." Betty was somewhat speechless; how would she know.

"Ma Dongmei?"