My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 576: Chapter 436 The Taste of Hot Dry Noodles

A good serving of hot dry noodles often requires peanut butter, sesame oil, and then mixed into sesame paste. According to personal taste, you can add some other ingredients, such as pickled long beans or even radish. The overall flavor is quite delightful.

The preparation of hot dry noodles is not complicated, so Chen Ze had finished making them in no time, and then had Betty serve them.

"Manager, are you sure Professor Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes will eat this?" Betty was highly skeptical, finding the hot dry noodles in front of her a bit peculiar.

If it weren’t for the enticing aroma, Betty might have doubted if Chen Ze was making some strange dark cuisine, insanely letting customers be guinea pigs.

"They will, tell Sherlock Holmes and the others that they need to mix the noodles well before eating," Chen Ze added.

If the hot dry noodles are not mixed evenly, the taste can become exceedingly strange, and even if they are perfectly made, they won’t stand a chance if the sauce is eaten without the noodles.

"Okay," Betty nodded, thinking liberally that even if something went wrong, it wouldn’t be her problem—the blame would fall on Chen Ze above.

Betty carried the hot dry noodles, peeked in, and saw Sherlock Holmes smoking while Moriarty was browsing through the notebook from yesterday, probably planning to digest the knowledge Nyarlathotep shared with him.

"Dear guests, here’s your dish. You’ll need to stir it well before consumption," Betty cheerfully placed the two bowls of hot dry noodles on the table.

"All right, thank you," Sherlock Holmes nodded, then picked up a fork and began to stir his bowl of noodles.

"Hmph," Moriarty scoffed and then picked up a pair of chopsticks to start mixing his noodles.

Sherlock Holmes glanced at Moriarty; that scoff from Moriarty was full of mockery, which irked Holmes somewhat, but he didn’t bother with the chopsticks.

He knew his own limits, and although it wasn’t his first time here, he still couldn’t handle the magical chopsticks of the East. Rather than clumsily trying and making a fool of himself, he preferred to stick with his own fork.

Moriarty saw that Holmes didn’t take the bait and was a bit disappointed, but instantly became more excited. He enjoyed having a worthy opponent.

It was just like fencing; one misstep from either side could determine defeat. Moriarty yearned for such a worthy adversary.

Sherlock Holmes naturally didn’t suspect Moriarty’s thoughts. He was busily mixing the noodles, which seemed somewhat like an Italian dish, with thinner noodles and a very appetizing aroma. Sherlock Holmes liked it very much.

"Phew," Sherlock Holmes exhaled. The noodles were finally well mixed, and it was time to taste them.

Holmes picked up his fork, twirled some noodles, and put them in his mouth, chewing slowly.

The flavor was mildly fragrant, and the noodles were extremely delicious. At least in England, this would be considered a rare delicacy.

And while eating, there were also crunchy and tangy bits that opened up one’s appetite. Sherlock Holmes ate faster and faster, soon finishing the entire bowl of hot dry noodles.

"How was it?" Moriarty had already leisurely settled down nearby, sipping tea. Chopsticks were, after all, more suitable for eating noodles than forks.

"Splendid, though it’s a pity it’s in the spider’s lair," Holmes truly regretted that if this restaurant could be opened on the streets of England, there was no doubt it would be co-opted by the Royal Family.

"Heh," Moriarty sneered, as he could hardly care less about Holmes.

"However, did you hear that?" Moriarty recalled something amusing.

"Hmm?" Holmes turned his head to look at Moriarty.

"The manager called you ’Fulmosi,’" Moriarty looked at Holmes with amusement. Although it sounded similar to Holmes’s name, Moriarty could tell that Chen Ze had got it wrong.

"What of it? I know an Eastern manager who also calls me ’Fulmosi’ when he addresses me," Holmes was very calm; in fact, he had conducted quite a bit of research on this restaurant.

"Really? Is that how Easterners call you?" Moriarty looked at Holmes in surprise, as he had always assumed it was a mistake on Chen Ze’s part.

"Not all, I heard that only people from Fujian call it that way," shrugged Holmes.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched, these two fellows... were truly incredible. He had no idea what they were thinking, wondering how even names could become a topic of their conversation. freёweɓnovel.com

"Forget it, I’ll just continue with my cooking," Chen Ze shook his head, planning to attempt making Hénán braised noodles to see how they would turn out.

Meanwhile, Betty, watching Holmes and Moriarty, felt something was off with the two of them. Although they were clearly human, their conversation was as incomprehensible as a devil’s language, and she was unable to understand a word. Or was Mr. Holmes recently on the trail of a spider?

Spiders aren’t much of a worry... apart from a few mutated by magic and turned into magical creatures, most spiders lack intelligence. She had heard of Widow Spiders, with upper bodies resembling human beauties, but such spiders lure intelligent beings before consuming them.

Could it be that Mr. Holmes also had this peculiar interest?

"Are you certain that Ronna will come?" Holmes glanced at his pocket watch; the current time had already surpassed the lunchtime he had set for himself.

"Yes, I’m Ronna’s teacher and she usually arrives around noon," Moriarty nodded. The reason Holmes had come was to see if the restaurant indeed gave an encounter with that historical figure.

Although Ronna was the one who led France to defeat England, Holmes was also very interested in her.

"Mr. Holmes, are you in search of a spider? If it’s a Widow Spider, you ought to be careful, as that kind of spider consumes its mates," Betty leaned in and poured a glass of lemonade for Holmes.

"Not at all, it was merely a metaphor," Holmes shook his head in resignation. He hadn’t meant that at all, besides, why make it sound as if he was some kind of pervert? He was a gentleman, after all.

Then Holmes glanced at Moriarty.

"Hahaha, Miss Betty, you really are quite the naive romantic," Moriarty laughed heartily, enjoying the situation. As a professor, even though his specialty was astronomy, he certainly understood what Betty was referring to with the spider.