My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 59: Chapter Fifty-Nine: Mango Mousse and Acquaintances

What is culinary school like?

Chen Ze had always been curious. In his view, it should be a group of chefs wearing chef hats discussing how to cook better, what dishes to make, and what seasonings to use to make them more delicious.

At the very least, upon entering the culinary school, one would expect to smell the rich aroma of food, the kind that makes one’s mouth water.

But when Chen Ze actually entered the culinary school, he discovered that continuous practice was the foundation of the culinary school’s work.

Tossing pans, cutting vegetables, and even washing vegetables all came with their lessons, which made Chen Ze exclaim that spending more money indeed got you an elite education.

The fees for ordinary culinary schools were nothing compared to what Chen Ze was paying for this one.

At first, Chen Ze had thought it was because he was getting on in years, like how martial arts training also requires a certain age, and starting halfway always seems harder than having been on the path all along.

But it wasn’t until classes had begun that Chen Ze realized the school dared to charge thirty thousand RMB per term because it truly had something to offer. freewēbnoveℓ.com

And Chen Ze absorbed this completely foreign knowledge eagerly, after all, he would mainly be running his own restaurant in the future, and a chef couldn’t manage with poor culinary skills.

Recently, when trying to cook new dishes, Chen Ze felt it was getting increasingly difficult to get the hang of it, even if he had managed to make a high-quality steam pot chicken the day before.

The consequence of being distracted was that Chen Ze accidentally dropped the pan on the floor with a clear clang.

That evening, Chen Ze returned to the Dream Restaurant, dragging his exhausted body. He had been tossing pans and chopping vegetables all day, repeating tasks over and over until he felt almost numb.

No sooner had he pushed the door open than a figure burst in.

Chen Ze slapped his face, touched the Arcane Wisdom Stone, and turned around, "Respected guest, welcome to..."

Then Chen Ze froze. There was no one in the restaurant, at least not a standing guest that Chen Ze could see.

"What the hell? A paranormal event?" Chen Ze could have sworn he had just glimpsed a figure.

Chen Ze scratched his head and pulled a kitchen knife from the rack in the kitchen to hold.

He was not worried about safety, anyway, someone as powerful as Lafra couldn’t break through the defense magic circle of this store.

Stepping out of the kitchen, Chen Ze saw a figure collapsed on the floor, motionless.

The blood on their body and the ferocious wound on their back made Chen Ze realize this was not an ordinary guest.

At least Chen Ze didn’t believe any restaurant would have a guest come in covered in blood. Chen Ze scratched his head; his kitchen didn’t have an emergency medical kit.

"Water..." A very weak voice, but Chen Ze still heard it.

Chen Ze sighed, feeling that the guests coming into this restaurant were getting stranger and stranger. What kind of guest would come next time?

Nevertheless, Chen Ze still got a glass of lemon water from the kitchen and placed it beside the figure.

The figure didn’t move, but the water from the glass automatically flowed into their mouth, which made Chen Ze marvel at the magic’s wonders.

After drinking a glass of water, the figure seemed to regain some strength and slowly got up from the floor, sitting on a chair.

Chen Ze also saw what the person looked like, a lady, although Chen Ze already knew this because her dress could not hide her graceful curves.

"You look somewhat familiar?" Pink hair, grey skin, pointed ears.

The Dream Restaurant didn’t have many customers, and Chen Ze was certain he had seen this girl before.

"I told you last time not to carelessly open a magic portal outside," the girl’s lips were pale as Chen Ze raised his eyebrows.

He remembered now. Wasn’t this girl that Elf priestess?

"Miss Rose?" Chen Ze was sure that was her name.

"Thank you, human. Without your portal, I might already be dead," Rose said weakly as she lay on the table, blood still seeping from the wound on her back, though it had improved a lot.

"Would you like something to eat?" Chen Ze hesitated for quite a while, unsure what to say in this situation. It’s not like he could casually ask how she’s been doing lately.

Rose paused, evidently not expecting Chen Ze to ask this question.

"If it’s the cloud from last time..." Rose still remembered her tragic dining experience here; that was one food she had no interest in eating again.

"This time, there are better dishes," Chen Ze said confidently. He was no longer the inexperienced Wu Xia Amon as before.

"Then some dessert... preferably with a bit of sourness too," Rose responded indifferently, though she’d rather eat the cloud dish from last time instead of facing those old men from the Church of Light again.

With just a single move, one of those old men with a beard that touched the ground swung his knife, and the Temple of the Spider Goddess was split in two.

Such tremendous power!

And the Spider Goddess, who used to torture her followers, didn’t dare utter a harsh word, letting the man shatter her statue with his knife.

"The Spider Goddess? Heh..." Rose felt utterly disheartened, thinking her past loyalty was meaningless, and even a bit foolish.

Chen Ze nodded, tied on his headscarf, and walked into the kitchen. There were many desserts he could make, from Buffet to light cheesecake, and even Paluda could be an option.

But for something sweet and sour, Chen Ze decided to make something else.

Using his favorite fruit, he set out to make a mango mousse for Rose.

Chen Ze had all the ingredients needed for the mango mousse, and with some experience making desserts, he felt more confident about making it.

Before long, Chen Ze had made a mango mousse.

[You’ve made a barely passable mango mousse, and your dessert-making experience has increased by 3 points.]

Chen Ze shook his head; Rome wasn’t built in a day, and he had just started culinary school, so he had to learn gradually.

Chen Ze didn’t serve this dish but continued making a new mango mousse.

After five attempts, Chen Ze finally made the first average-tasting mango mousse.

"Miss Rose, your mango mousse. Please enjoy," Betty hadn’t arrived, so Chen Ze had to do it himself.

Rose gave no reaction, her head bowed, and she lay motionless on the table.

This made Chen Ze a bit worried; could it be that the Grey Elf died here?

"Miss Rose?" Chen Ze placed the mousse on the table and gently pushed Rose’s shoulder.

There was no response as she toppled over to the side, unexpectedly pinning down Chen Ze.

"Manager, I’m here," Betty walked in through the door, then blinked as she saw Chen Ze holding a Grey Elf.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt."