My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 82: Chapter Eighty-Two: A Taste Fool

"A restaurant?" The old man clearly hesitated upon hearing Chen Ze’s words before he finally realized what Chen Ze meant.

"Interesting, so what food do you have here?" The old man slowly walked in and found a chair to sit down.

Chen Ze picked up the menu on the table since Betty wasn’t there, he had to do it himself.

The old man curiously looked at the menu Chen Ze handed him, something he had never seen before, but he found the images inside, that almost looked like real objects, quite useful.

"Red.. braised pork?" The menu was written in both the common language of the continent and Demonic Language—two lines each, all of which the old man could recognize. However, he didn’t quite understand the meaning of these words put together.

"Give me a set of the manager’s special meal," the old man hesitated for a while then decided to order the manager’s special meal on the homepage of the menu. According to the description, ordering this would mean the manager would prepare a special cuisine set of the day.

Although he didn’t know what the so-called special cuisine was like, it was better than hesitating over what to eat there.

"Very well, please wait a moment." Chen Ze took back the menu and placed a pot of chilled lemon water next to the old man, then tied on his headscarf and went back to the kitchen.

Miguel looked around the unfamiliar place with interest. He had just tried to slip into the shadows but found that the Magic Circle here completely restrained his Magic Power, preventing him from moving stealthily as before.

Without a doubt, this place was quite magical, and there must be a Transcendent level grand Mage behind it; otherwise, it would be impossible to explain the phenomenal Space-Time Magic skills.

Miguel touched the chair he was sitting on and the table in front of him; the wood wasn’t very special, but it was smooth and tidy, seemingly waxed.

Miguel’s fingers rapidly tapped on the tabletop, pondering over the sudden appearance of this teleportation portal in his hiding place, wondering if there might be any conspiracy behind it.

If he hadn’t witnessed a certain bounty quarry enter a similar portal when he was tracking them, Miguel believed he would have never set foot in one. As an assassin, being too curious wasn’t a good thing.

And of course, Chen Ze had no idea that the old man sitting in his restaurant was an assassin. He was considering what to make for today’s special recommended meal.

Paluda was the only drink he could currently boast of, so Paluda was a definite must-do. As for the dessert, Chen Ze planned to serve a light cheesecake, but the key was choosing the main dish, which needed some thought.

"For an old man with white hair... I don’t know about his teeth, but it’s better not to make it too hard or indigestible." Chen Ze scratched his head and finally decided to make a braised pork rice dish.

With the slightly tender braised pork and equally soft tofu, Chen Ze believed the old gentleman should be able to eat it.

In no time, Chen Ze carried the plates out by himself. Now, this type of cooking was quite simple for him.

"What’s this?" Miguel sniffed, as the air had been filled with a pleasant aroma since a while back.

"Wait, I remember it from the menu, it seems to be red braised pork rice, Paluda, and light cheesecake?" Miguel remembered correctly, although he had misread a few words when reading the dish names.

"Yes, that’s right, old sir. You can give it a try." Chen Ze was confident, the three dishes were all of ordinary level; although they couldn’t be considered very delicious yet, they were still good enough to sell.

Miguel noticed the confidence in Chen Ze’s eyes and couldn’t help but pick up a fork, spearing a piece of meat and putting it into his mouth.

Ordinary meat, nothing to speak highly of, but it seemed rather tender—perhaps this young man just saw me as a common old man?

Miguel thought as he ate.

"Thank you for your kindness, young man, but I can’t eat anymore," Miguel put down his fork, which surprised Chen Ze, who was about to return to the kitchen.

Although Chen Ze had seen many customers since opening his shop, few were as unique as the elderly gentleman before him.

"Does it not suit your taste?" Chen Ze frowned, his dish was of ordinary grade, and even Alisa would compliment its flavor before listing its faults.

"That’s not it, I... I don’t taste anything when I eat," Miguel shook his head; he wasn’t lying, and there was no need for him to.

"No taste?" Chen Ze stroked his chin, wondering if the old gentleman preferred strong flavors.

"Yes, no matter the dish, everything I eat is tasteless, like... like eating dirt," Miguel explained with a smile, which was also why he never dined out. freeweɓnøvel.com

"Tasteless, you say... How about you try this? It’s a special seasoning unique to our place," Chen Ze hesitated for a moment, then brought out a small spoonful of chili from the kitchen.

Chen Ze remembered that Riesel particularly liked it, saying it was one of the few things that could stimulate his dragon form.

If a dragon found it stimulating, then it stood to reason that a human would too.

Miguel did not decline Chen Ze’s offer; if there was even a chance to taste something, he was willing to give it a try, especially since there weren’t many pleasures left at his age.

It would be truly tragic if he were to be deprived of even the ability to enjoy food.

Chen Ze stood by and watched as Miguel ate the entire spoonful of chili, chewed for a while without changing expression, and then swallowed it down.

"Still no taste," Miguel shook his head.

Chen Ze was taken aback. Things were getting unusual—strictly speaking, the spiciness of chili is not a flavor but a form of pain sensation. By that logic, this old gentleman hadn’t just lost his sense of taste but his pain sensation as well.

"Old gentleman, I have a somewhat excessive request..." Chen Ze scratched his head; the place was empty of customers, and he was intrigued by such a strange case.

"What request?" Miguel looked at Chen Ze, puzzled. He had thought that Chen Ze was about to give up, as his condition was not a simple one.

"Could I... could I poke you with a knife?" Miguel’s eyes widened as he glanced at Chen Ze’s hands, which were not holding a kitchen knife.

Miguel took a deep breath. In all his long years, it was the first time he had heard a chef express a desire to stab him, calling it somewhat excessive.

"Then may I stab you as well? I promise it will only take one stab," Miguel said coolly as he looked at Chen Ze, and without much movement, a dagger gleaming with a cold light appeared in his hand.