My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 515: Chapter 375: There’s Always a Price to Pay for the Truth

"I’m good with anything to eat... Although that seems like a very casual choice, for someone like me with decision-making difficulties, it’s still a bit of a struggle," Chen Ze twisted his neck.

After all, he was not like before. When Chen Ze used to prepare a manager’s special recommendation, he would only choose from the few dishes he excelled at but now, Chen Ze could cook every dish pretty well. So choosing which one to make was the problem.

"Let me see which customer has come," Chen Ze poked his head out to take a peek.

Then he saw Zhu Guangming, who had already wiped his face clean, smiling and chatting with Betty. It seemed his mood was quite good.

"This guy?" Chen Ze still had an impression of him. After all, the last time the customer visited, he had just entered before running off, so Chen Ze had a rather vivid memory of this customer. He originally thought this customer would not come again, yet here he was once more.

"I remember he’s also from Huaxia and seems to be working as a detective in America now. So for a customer who might not get to eat authentic Huaxia cuisine very often..." Chen Ze quickly made up his mind about what to do. He had already decided what to make. Next, he just had to get the ingredients and finish as quickly as possible.

"In fact, every detective has their own unique deduction methods. Like me, I prefer to do a psychological profile to grasp certain things," Zhu Guangming said, leisurely sipping his tea. He liked both the taste and the mildness of the tea here.

In the United States, tea is usually black tea or milk tea. Anyway, they like to add all kinds of stuff to it. Zhu Guangming even once encountered someone who added butter into their tea, which was simply suffocating.

"Eh? So what’s the use of deduction?" Betty, holding a tray, stood by, very curious.

"Deductions can serve many purposes. For example... Betty, you must have been in a rush this morning and forgot personal hygiene, right? And it’s very likely because you were playing games last night," Zhu Guangming smiled.

"Oh my god, how did you know? Is this the skill of a detective?" Betty was quite astonished, Zhu Guangming had guessed correctly. She had played games when she got home last night, played all the way through without stopping, which resulted in oversleeping this morning. If it weren’t for Chen Ze having no strict timing requirements for work, Betty felt she would have definitely been fired.

"It’s quite simple, you see..." Zhu Guangming smiled, these were just basic observations and conjecture.

"Heh, Betty, there’s grime at the corner of your eyes, and you have calluses on your hands, it’s probably because of that," Moriarty sneered, the newcomer from the East reminded him of the ridiculous detective who was always digging into his past.

"Eh? Is that so?" Betty rubbed the corners of her eyes in a fluster, then looked down at her hands, indeed there was a callus from playing games for an extended time.

"Yes, that’s right, we detectives are good at noticing the little details that others overlook," Zhu Guangming glanced at Moriarty, a bit curious about his identity.

But Moriarty didn’t respond; he just slowly tapped his fingers on the table.

Zhu Guangming frowned, staring at Moriarty’s hands, then after a moment, he smiled lightly and started tapping on the table as well.

And Betty stood by, completely befuddled. Why did she have the feeling of "I often feel left out because I’m not twisted enough to fit in with you guys"? freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Betty, come in and serve the food," Chen Ze clapped his hands, he had already finished the dish for Zhu Guangming, a Yangzhou fried rice, a beef cold cut, and a small bowl of seaweed and spare ribs soup.

"Okay... okay, manager, but I don’t quite understand, what are those two customers outside doing?" Betty walked in, puzzled.

"What’s up?" Chen Ze poked his head out and noticed the atmosphere outside was very quiet, with Zhu Guangming and Moriarty sitting in their places, occasionally still tapping on the table.

"I don’t know, let that customer eat first." Chen Ze shrugged, these smart folks always liked playing with some inexplicable things.

"Okay, fine." Betty felt that Chen Ze made sense, even if these two guys had some peculiar habits, it wasn’t Betty’s business, Betty was only responsible for serving them the dishes.

"Here’s your order, sir." Betty placed the Yangzhou fried rice and the others on the table, then stepped aside.

Zhu Guangming smiled, then picked up the chopsticks, looking at the fragrant dish in front of him, he couldn’t help but swallow his saliva. During this period, he had been eating some convenience food, which was alright for filling the stomach, but when it came to taste and health, that was simply not possible.

So now, seeing the steaming Yangzhou fried rice, Zhu Guangming felt his stomach growling uncontrollably, saliva secreting without control, and his brain madly telling him to quickly stuff this delicious fried rice into his mouth.

That’s why Zhu Guangming started to wolf down the rice, occasionally picking up a slice of beef, eating very fast, so fast that Betty started to wonder if she was hallucinating.

When Zhu Guangming began to slowly sip his soup, Betty glanced at Moriarty, who hadn’t even finished his cup of tea yet.

"Phew, it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten to my fill like this." Zhu Guangming stood up, content, feeling reenergized once again.

"Sir, eating too quickly might not be good for your stomach, please take it slower next time." Betty stepped forward to advise, and poured Zhu Guangming a cup of tea in the process.

"Thank you, oh, this is my payment for the meal. It might not be worth much, but this is the only thing I can use as payment right now." Zhu Guangming took a necklace out of his pocket.

"A necklace? I’m quite satisfied with it, sir." Chen Ze came out, as Betty wasn’t responsible for taking the money.

It was a very ordinary necklace, but the jade hanging from it looked very beautiful, Chen Ze took a liking to it at first sight.

"Haha, this is Nephrite, and good quality Nephrite at that. It’s good that the manager doesn’t mind." Zhu Guangming chuckled, he had kept this item in a safe house, intended for emergency cash exchanges.

"We welcome you to come again, sir." Chen Ze waved his hand, seeing Zhu Guangming off, then prepared to head back to the kitchen.

"Manager, do you think these detectives are all one-track minded?" Moriarty suddenly inquired.

"Hmm? What’s up?" Chen Ze was a bit confused.

"Nothing, I just feel these guys seem quite persistent, heh, a bunch of funny guys." Moriarty chuckled and shook his head, then continued drinking his tea.

Moriarty had just communicated with Zhu Guangming using Morse code, and one particular sentence left a deep impression on him.

"To deliver justice to those victims, I have no choice."