My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 553: Chapter Four Hundred and Thirteen: Mid-Autumn Festival and Hairy Crabs

The making of durian pizza isn’t complicated, although using durian as a topping for pizza might seem odd. Once the durian is added to the pizza and heated, its strong flavor becomes much milder and not to the point of being off-putting; at least Chen Ze could hardly smell it.

"This should be good..." Chen Ze nodded, then packed the pizza into a box, placed it into a bag, and handed it to Betty to take out.

"I’m going out to shop for some things; you guys start eating" Chen Ze said with a smile as he greeted Moriarty, then ruffled Ronna’s hair before grabbing his black-framed glasses and heading out the door.

When it comes to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the first thing that naturally comes to mind is mooncakes—Huaxia’s tradition. During the festival, families gather, share mooncakes and admire the moon, then enjoy some drinks together. How delightful that is.

However, as time progresses, the varieties of mooncake flavors have multiplied, with even braised pork mooncakes becoming available, which is truly astounding. But it seems that some mooncakes are becoming more region-specific.

Take the five-nut mooncake, for example. Despite yearly complaints about its taste and questions about why manufacturers continue to produce them, the fact that they do indicates that five-nut mooncakes still have their value. At least there are consumers willing to pay for them.

"But if I were to choose for myself, I’d still pick the ham mooncake," Chen Ze chuckled. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the streets grew busier, with crowds coming and going and vendors’ cries adding a bustling atmosphere.

Sun Moon City naturally also boasts many region-specific mooncakes, such as termite mushroom mooncakes and beef liver mushroom mooncakes, which Chen Ze had never tried, wondering if they would taste odd.

The taste of fruit mooncakes wasn’t very good either. Although called fruit mooncakes, they hardly contained any fruit but were filled instead with some sticky substances, which Chen Ze didn’t particularly like.

But Chen Ze’s outing wasn’t to buy mooncakes—he planned to make them himself. His trip was to buy ingredients, including another item that became available during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He recalled Tang Guoli’s verse: "Not for Yangcheng Lake crabs need one live in Suzhou." It demonstrated the epicurean nature to its limits, but also indirectly proved how once Yangcheng Lake’s hairy crabs were such a highly acclaimed delicacy.

Yet with the development of modern society and the convenience of technology and logistics, hairy crabs are no longer exclusive to Yangcheng Lake. Chen Ze’s trip this time was specifically to buy hairy crabs.

There are many ways to prepare hairy crabs, and their overall taste is wonderful. The price for top-quality hairy crabs is also very high, but there are many more affordable options that have opened people’s wallets.

Chen Ze wasn’t skilled in selecting hairy crabs; he merely followed the method taught by Joichiro Yukihira, but it didn’t seem to be very effective.

Luckily, Chen Ze had a Divine Artifact, so he quietly put on his black-frame glasses and began selecting tomorrow’s necessary hairy crabs.

Subsequently, Chen Ze spent ten thousand dollars on hairy crabs, each one of the finest quality and without any issues, though the price tag did cause him some heartache. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Alright, now to buy the ingredients for making mooncakes," Chen Ze went towards another part of the farmers’ market. The crab vendor would deliver the crabs to his place upon a phone call from Chen Ze—home delivery was quite convenient.

By the time Chen Ze returned to the restaurant, Ronna and Moriarty had already left, without giving Chen Ze a chance to invite them to dine the next day.

"Oh well, let’s call it fate," Chen Ze shook his head, then picked up the book Moriarty had left behind and walked into the kitchen. It must be another volume from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.

Because of the presence of Jack the Ripper, the world of Sherlock Holmes had seen an increase in cases. Chen Ze had translated the book with his rudimentary English and found it was called "The Bloody Wings," which wasn’t written by Conan Doyle.

It seemed that world had experienced some deviations, but it didn’t affect Chen Ze.

"Manager, what did you buy?" Betty looked at Chen Ze with a bit of curiosity.

Chen Ze had moved everything by himself earlier, and it took a long time.

"Phew... just the things we need for tomorrow." Chen Ze rolled his eyes. If it weren’t for Betty being there, why would he bother moving stuff himself? He could have just let the movers bring everything in.

"Hehe~ Can I bring Lindsay over tomorrow?" Betty sensed the smell of a feast. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Sure." Chen Ze nodded. Tomorrow was a day for family reunions, so naturally he didn’t mind having more guests.

"You’re so nice, Manager~" Betty wagged her tail happily back and forth.

Chen Ze checked his phone, it was already past midnight, and he had sent a message on WeChat, yet his younger sister had not replied.

Speaking of which, she seemed to still be in school. Sun Moon City’s Number One Middle School was a prestigious institution with a high university entry rate, but that also meant there was a lot of pressure to study.

Although school would be out for the holiday tomorrow, his sister had mentioned renting a place outside to study more diligently, especially after learning about Chen Ze having a girlfriend.

"I’ll make something tomorrow, then have someone deliver it over." Chen Ze stroked his chin, thinking the idea was feasible.

Chen Ze didn’t dwell on it any further, planning to look up recipes for hairy crabs first, and then choose the best methods for cooking them tomorrow.

But just as Chen Ze clicked on the search, the signal dropped, making the corner of his mouth twitch.

"Pretty big sister, have you seen my daddy?" As soon as this voice emerged, Chen Ze immediately understood which customer had arrived.

"Little sister, do you have a photo of your daddy? Maybe big sister has seen him," Betty adopted a new approach, one she had come up with after furiously playing through a romance game the night before.

"I... I don’t have a photo of daddy. Daddy is tall, his hair is like this, very gentle." The little girl tried to stand on her tiptoes, reaching up to show, but she was too short to convey an accurate height.

"Eh? I think I have seen such a customer, little sister. Why don’t you come and sit in the restaurant for a while? That guest will be here soon," Betty said with a kind smile.

"This..." The little girl hesitated; she remembered her father telling her not to trust strangers easily, but this big sister said she had seen her father before...

Betty felt as if she was watching a countdown; it was clear that if she didn’t do something at this moment, she might very well trigger the little girl’s escape route.

"Big sister has yummy lollipops here~"

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. That sounded like something a creep would say!