My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 575: Chapter Four Hundred Thirty-Five: The South and the North

Chen Ze internally rolled his eyes, the accusations had come so suddenly he had no defense. Could it be that even the benevolent-looking Moriarty was a professional at passing the buck?

"However, Professor Moriarty, why did you come here with Sherlock Holmes?" Chen Ze didn’t pay too much attention to the issue, figuring that next time he could just invite Nyarlathotep and have him come over with Moriarty for a thorough discussion to resolve the matter.

Just if Holmes would be able to continue defeating an improved Moriarty was uncertain.

"Actually, I didn’t want to come over with this fellow either, but I didn’t have much of a choice if I want to enter the manager’s shop. I had to get through numerous obstacles, and this guy even installed a door used by banks in the final room." Holmes took out his pipe and leisurely took a puff.

He exhaled a ring of smoke.

"I see..." Chen Ze couldn’t help but smile wryly as he looked at Moriarty, who was as serene as ever. Given the circumstances of that era, it was indeed a very difficult task for Holmes to bypass so many defenses without alarming Moriarty.

"And I was sitting right beside him, immediately seeing through the detective’s disguise." Moriarty laughed proudly, then took a sip of the lemon water Betty had handed to him.

"Alright then, what would you like to eat, Mr. Sherlock Holmes?" Chen Ze asked, as Holmes hadn’t ordered yet; Chen Ze needed to know what dishes to prepare in the kitchen.

"For me... I’ll have the same as Moriarty, unless you have other recommendations, manager," Holmes said with a smile, then tapped his pipe lightly.

"Okay, one moment." Chen Ze nodded and returned to the kitchen to start preparing dishes for Moriarty and Holmes.

Holmes leisurely puffed on his pipe, occasionally glancing at the surrounding decor.

"Stop examining them. Some of these items are beyond our time. In fact, just the teleportation gate alone would take us a very long time to study." Moriarty glanced at Holmes and then shifted in his seat to put some distance between them.

"It seems you’ve had some gains during this time." Holmes looked at Moriarty and took another puff; he liked to smoke while thinking as it helped him concentrate.

"Naturally, I’ve pretty much given up my enterprises in London and am now heavily invested here." Moriarty wiped his cane.

"Mr. Moriarty, here’s your tea." Betty placed the tea on Moriarty’s table, then stepped aside.

"Thank you." Moriarty smiled and nodded at Betty before turning back to Holmes.

"You’re actually a smart man, not any less intelligent than me. Don’t you want to explore the secrets of this place?" Moriarty looked into Holmes’s eyes, trying to capture what he needed.

"As long as the web is not completely eradicated, I will not cease my efforts to track down the spider." Holmes put down his pipe as Betty served them a mysterious pastry.

"Tsk." Moriarty pursed his lips, then picked up the white pastry to examine it.

It was very white and fragrant, and it seemed as though it should be quite delicious, but Moriarty had never tasted such a pastry before. However, that did not stop him from popping the pastry into his mouth.

Since he came to Chen Ze’s restaurant, Moriarty had never had a dish that wasn’t delicious, and although the tea wasn’t very well brewed, at least the taste of the tea was getting better.

"It’s very tasty, it’s just very sweet, and eating too much of it might be a bit cloying," Holmes said contentedly as he wiped his mouth. If it weren’t for the fact that the restaurant was under Moriarty’s control, he would have considered dining here with Watson.

Chen Ze was unaware of Holmes’s remarks, as he was concentrating on preparing today’s dishes for Moriarty and Holmes. Although Moriarty had only asked for tea, Chen Ze still needed to prepare some food, and if Ronna were to come, she might also join in.

After all, Professor Moriarty had arrived a bit late today.

"Let me see... Shall I make this?" Chen Ze looked at the item before him, thinking it should be feasible.

In fact, in Europe today, although each country has its unique special dishes, pasta has essentially become a home-cooked dish. Although Chen Ze wasn’t planning on making pasta, by analogy, he thought he might let Holmes and Moriarty try some Huaxia noodles.

The noodles of Huaxia are profound and varied, whether it’s hot dry noodles, plain noodles with soy sauce, or Lanzhou Ramen, Chen Ze loved them all, and there were also plenty of other varieties like braised noodles, and Sichuan’s dandan noodles were particularly fantastic.

Of course, he still couldn’t accept sugary noodles, which probably had to do with where he was born. In fact, having developed a taste for strong flavors, he didn’t like sweet noodles anymore, which is why people from the north and south often argue about the taste of food for quite a while.

"However... it seems to have gotten a bit cold lately," Chen Ze rubbed his hands together. Due to the drop in temperature, he had seen the weather forecast predict cold spells more than once recently.

But there was a stark contrast in temperatures between the south and the north, with many feeling that the northern temperatures were extremely cold and northerners must have great resistance to cold, but that wasn’t actually the case.

Although the winter temperatures in the north were very low, to the point where water could freeze upon exposure, they have underfloor heating. Chen Ze had once visited the Northeast, and the difference between indoors and outdoors was like night and day.

As for the south...

If the northern weather is physical damage, survivable with heavy clothing, then the southern weather is like magic damage, you’ll still freeze no matter how much you bundle up.

"Since it’s a bit cold out, let’s just make a serving of hot dry noodles," Chen Ze quickly decided. Hot dry noodles are also considered a well-known noodle dish in Huaxia.

One of Chen Ze’s college roommates was from Hubei, so he would often be encouraged to try hot dry noodles, while another roommate from Henan would claim that braised noodles were the most delicious.

"Let me think... I’ll invite them for a meal next time I have a chance," Chen Ze reflected on his carefree college days.

The last time they were in touch was when his roommate got married, and it was hard to believe that in the blink of an eye, Chen Ze had also found a girlfriend.

"Let me see... do I have any sesame paste?" Chen Ze rummaged through his pantry, as now was not the time to reminisce about his college days. frёeωebɳovel.com

To make hot dry noodles, sesame paste was basically a necessity.