My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

Chapter 91: Chapter 91: Shocking! The True Identity of the New Guest

"New customers again?" Chen Ze peeked out curiously and took a look. Since the upgrade was successful yesterday, Chen Ze had noticed that his restaurant was becoming busier. There had already been two new customers today, and if this one was included, that would make three.

Then Chen Ze saw a person with black and blue hair who was curiously sizing up his restaurant.

Chen Ze paused, feeling that the person looked familiar, as if they had met before, but he couldn’t quite remember where exactly at the moment.

The boy, who seemed to be a junior or senior high school student, was wearing a red vest over a white shirt embroidered with flame patterns, and a red headband was tied around his head.

"Welcome to Dream Restaurant~" Betty promptly went forward to serve the new customer, her smile beaming as she looked at him.

"Eh? You you you... why are you dressed like that...?" The boy saw Betty in her maid outfit and his face instantly turned red.

Chen Ze raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the customer either lived in an era without maid outfits or was simply shy by nature.

"This is the uniform of the restaurant, customer." Betty chuckled, having never seen such a strong reaction to her uniform before.

"This is too embarrassing..." The boy scratched his head, looking shy, but still sat down on a chair.

"This is the menu, please let me know when you have made your choice." Betty handed the menu to the boy, then stood aside.

The boy picked up the menu and his eyes lit up. He recognized some of the dishes, like braised pork and Mapo tofu, but there were also some he didn’t know.

"These seem like Western-style desserts, right?" The boy noticed the desserts section at the back of the menu and nodded to himself.

"Then I’ll have a portion of braised pork and Mapo tofu, plus a bowl of rice," said the boy decisively about what he wanted to eat today. Rather than trying unfamiliar dishes, he thought it best to taste these familiar ones first and then give his comments.

"Okay, Manager, one braised pork and Mapo tofu, and a bowl of rice," Betty quickly relayed the order to Chen Ze.

Chen Ze nodded, although the braised pork wasn’t cooked yet, it would only take a moment. What made him curious was the customer’s request; he had just heard Betty say the new customer wanted a bowl of rice.

"Is he from around here?" Chen Ze wondered to himself. No customer had ever requested rice separately, so he had always assumed to include it with the braised pork as a topping for rice.

Soon, Chen Ze let Betty bring out the completed dishes and wiped his hands as he continued to work on his curry pork chop rice.

"Please enjoy," Betty placed the braised pork and Mapo tofu in front of the boy.

"So it really is braised pork and Mapo tofu, huh? How strange that your restaurant would have its door there," the boy said as he picked up some braised pork with his chopsticks and took a bite.

"Hmm..." Chen Ze watched curiously and saw that the boy was frowning as he ate the braised pork. fгeewebnovёl.com

Chen Ze observed carefully and noticed that the boy frowned with every bite of the braised pork, but nodded his head with each piece of oily tofu. He also had a slight frown when eating the Mapo tofu.

"Could he be someone like Alisa?" Chen Ze grew more curious. He knew that the two dishes he had prepared were quite ordinary, and most customers wouldn’t be able to spot any issues.

Only Alisa, with her sensitive taste, could point out some issues for Chen Ze, so seeing another customer who seemed to share Alisa’s discernment was a bit exciting for him.

"I’m done, how much do I owe?" The boy picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and stood up.

"Guest, are you satisfied with your meal?" Chen Ze came out, as he always handled the settling of accounts.

"Um... it was okay," the young man’s answer was ambiguous, but Chen Ze could vaguely make out what he meant.

Just okay? Probably out of courtesy to Chen Ze, for Chen Ze saw the guest’s furrowed brows. Unless the person liked to frown while eating, usually no one would do so without reason, unless the dish was not to their liking.

"Guest, if you don’t mind, we can replace the cost of this meal with a review of these dishes, how about that?" Rather than take money, Chen Ze preferred to improve his cooking skills, moreover, the money from another world was of no use to him.

The godlike man looked up at Chen Ze with a hint of surprise in his eyes, he really hadn’t expected Chen Ze to do such a thing.

"I’m not very good at expressing myself, I’m better off cooking myself, can I borrow your kitchen?" the young man asked, looking at Chen Ze with some difficulty.

In his view, Chen Ze was the owner and head chef of the restaurant, and it would be somewhat presumptuous for a guest like himself to use the kitchen to cook.

"Sure, right this way," Chen Ze didn’t mind and led the young man into his own kitchen.

"Are these all kitchen tools?" The young man’s face lit up with excitement as he touched the shiny stove and then the stainless steel knife, even flipping the knife around a few times.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he felt this new guest must also be a chef, otherwise he wouldn’t handle a knife so smoothly.

"Yes, guest, you’re welcome to use all these tools," Chen Ze figured this new guest must be from a time before the modern era, otherwise why would he react so strongly to these tools.

"Great!" The young man nodded, then looked around, and gave Chen Ze an awkward glance.

"Could you help me get the ingredients and seasoning for Mapo Tofu? I’m not quite sure where they are."

Chen Ze nodded and immediately found all the ingredients for the Mapo Tofu.

"We’re missing one ingredient, get the soybeans for me." The young man’s demeanor had completely changed, and Chen Ze felt the same pressure he did when facing his cooking school teachers.

"Okay," Chen Ze quickly brought out the soybeans, while something came to his mind.

Mapo Tofu typically doesn’t include soybeans, and a dish like Mapo Tofu with soybeans... Chen Ze had heard of this somewhere before. He paused, feeling as if he were on the verge of remembering something.

"Do you have a bamboo sword?" the young man asked, extending his hand.

"Bamboo sword? No," Chen Ze recalled that there wasn’t such a thing as a bamboo sword in his restaurant.

"That might affect the texture of the tofu, but this tofu isn’t great to begin with, I can only just manage to make you a Mapo Tofu," the young man shook his head, seemingly a bit regretful.

Chen Ze, standing to one side, watched this figure and finally remembered who this young man was.

The bamboo sword, soybeans, and Mapo Tofu, the strange hair color, those clothes, and the red headband on his head...

"Liu Maoxing?"

"You know me?" Liu Maoxing turned around, looking at Chen Ze with curiosity.