My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 513: Chapter 373: Oil Chicken Conk

"You are a bad person!" The little girl took a wary step back before turning and running out, leaving Betty with a face full of stomachache.

"Give me another chance, big sister! Aren’t you called Marilyn Monroe?" Betty’s face was full of melancholy, and even if she were ever so capable, it wouldn’t be possible to guess the little girl’s name outright.

Besides, the girl didn’t have anything on her that could prove her identity, Betty felt that this was simply impossible.

"Miss Betty, what’s wrong?" Betty’s scream attracted Moriarty’s attention, and he looked up at her, puzzled.

"It’s nothing... I just feel that this game is really hard..." Betty shook her head in dismay, thinking that if the little girl showed up at the same time tomorrow, then she really would have to figure out how to beat the game.

For starters, shouldn’t she at least try to get the other party into the restaurant?

"A game? I prefer playing other games," Moriarty said with a smile, then continued leisurely sipping his tea.

"What just happened?" Chen Ze came out frowning, a bit perplexed as to why he had just heard Betty’s complaint.

"Sigh, Boss, a little girl came in just now, but she ran away again." As soon as Betty saw Chen Ze, she immediately began to pour out her woes.

"That’s nothing, some customers are indeed very vigilant," Chen Ze was indifferent, as he had been busy studying his scorched rice dish.

"But this customer... she also came yesterday, and when she came today, she seemed to have forgotten everything about yesterday, or it was as if yesterday never happened," Betty said, feeling like she was asking for a walkthrough.

"A customer like that?" Chen Ze blinked, to be honest, he had seen many customers.

But he truly had never heard of such a customer, and it was a pity that he had not been paying attention to the restaurant just now.

"Yeah, I tried a different approach with her today, and she asked me for her name, super vigilant," Betty was aggrieved, feeling like playing League of Legends and being able to win, but suddenly the other side turns on a cheat.

"Hm... How did you answer?" Chen Ze looked at Betty suspiciously, asking for one’s name was something he thought nobody would really know.

"I asked her if her name was Ma Dongmei." Betty told the truth.

The corner of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he really didn’t know what was best to say, so he simply chose to say nothing.

Back in the kitchen, Chen Ze resumed his study of the scorched rice dish, and although the results weren’t ideal and there was no progress, he had to keep researching.

"I wonder when Ting will be able to bring Brother Monkey here." Chen Ze yawned, feeling a bit excited about the moment he would meet Sun Wukong.

"Honored One, I hope I’m not disturbing you." Chen Ze hadn’t even picked up the knife when the door was pushed open, followed by the voice of Xie BiAn.

"Xie BiAn?" Chen Ze dashed out excitedly, but only saw Xie BiAn and Fan Wujiu without the monkey he had hoped to see.

"Honored One, we’re here to eat this time," Xie BiAn said with a smile as he sat down and took the green tea that Betty handed him, thanking her.

"Um..." Fan Wujiu glanced toward the direction of the restaurant’s main door, then also sat down, but he drank black tea instead.

"Hasn’t the Conqueror Buddha come yet?" Chen Ze frowned as he looked at Black and White Impermanence, he had thought it was Brother Monkey coming this time.

"Honored One, Conqueror Buddha has already taken your invitation for Diligent Listening, he should be coming in the next few days," Xie BiAn said with a smile, while setting down the cup in his hand.

Speaking of Conqueror Buddha, Xie BiAn recalled how the other had caused a disturbance in Hell and had even tampered with the Book of Life and Death.

However, this matter had already been rectified by Buddha on behalf of Conqueror Buddha.

"I see... So what would you like to eat today?" Chen Ze smiled. Now that he knew Brother Monkey was coming, maybe he could start thinking about preparing the food Brother Monkey would like to eat.

"I’ll have a fish-fragrant shredded pork over rice. Wujiu wants a yellow braised chicken with rice," Xie BiAn said casually.

"Okay, just a moment," but Chen Ze was not curious.

Chen Ze had previously talked with Diligent Listening, Dongsheng Shenzhou had already developed into a modernized country, so covered rice and yellow braised chicken with rice were indeed available.

"It’s just that the chicken, it has to be provided by the Monster Association every year because chickens that have gained sentience aren’t allowed to be slaughtered, unless they’ve committed an offense," Diligent Listening had said, also sharing some gossip.

Things like the Dapeng Bird becoming the chairman of the Monster Association, who had also organized the 108th Human Monster Sport Games—originally called Human Monster Games but changed due to ambiguity.

Things like the Fox Demon Queen’s song "Qing Hua Xiang" selling millions and winning the grand prize of the Human-Monster Alliance.

Then there was the Tiger Spirit Brother Tai winning the golf championship and even starring in a movie.

The Dragon King of the West Sea seeking a son-in-law, waters outside the dragon palace near bursting with the multitude of suitors.

Listening to all this, Chen Ze twitched the corner of his mouth, that world seemed more like one where humans and monsters coexisted harmoniously, though he didn’t know exactly what it was like. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Chen Ze looked at the yellow braised chicken in his hand; he had already finished preparing it. Although he prepared it according to the usual methods outside, it achieved an exquisite rating by the System, which, however, didn’t provide any other assessments and simply classified it as a home-style dish.

"Hmm... That’s about right, the next step is to let Betty take it out," Chen Ze stretched and then called Betty in.

"Hey, hold on a sec." Chen Ze smacked his palm, having just felt something was off; it turned out he had forgotten to add the oil chicken fungus.

Then Chen Ze opened the express package his mom had sent and took out a jar of oil chicken fungus. He had intended to deal with it that morning, but he was too busy making Myanmar milk tea and had forgotten about it.

Oil chicken fungus can be counted as one of the specialties of Yun Province, at least in Chen Ze’s view, rather than buying something like flower cakes, he’d prefer to bring some oil chicken fungus back.

However, due to the high use of oil and the high price of chicken fungus, a jar was quite expensive, but Chen Ze felt that unless one disliked it, there was barely anyone who could resist the temptation of oil chicken fungus.

Its ability to accompany rice was explosively good. When Chen Ze was in school, he brought a jar to campus and it was snatched up by those beasts on the very first day, leaving Chen Ze in utter dismay.

"Alright, now with this added, the taste should be even better," Chen Ze smiled, then had Betty take it out.

"It seems I need to find time for a large purchase of chicken fungus and process it," Chen Ze mused as he looked at the jar of oil chicken fungus.