My Restaurant Connects with Myriad Worlds

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Chen Ze was in a trance. This is not to say that something strange happened yesterday, but simply because Chen Ze has been struggling with the question of whether Laura is awake or not.

In the morning Chen Ze asked “Laura, when did you fall asleep yesterday?”

Then Laura responded with a bright smile. Smiling Chen Ze had stomach pain, and Chen Ze didn’t understand what Laura meant.

It has to be said that for overwhelming majority male compatriots, guessing the mind of a girlfriend is a very painful thing.

“What do you want to eat?”

“casual.”

“How about we go to eat grilled fish? I know there is a Chongqing Grilled Fish…”

“No, people have acne on their faces recently…”

“Then let’s go eat Beef Hotpot with Clear Soup and keep up.”

“Forget it, the weather is too hot to eat Hotpot.”

“What do you want to eat?”

“Whatever you want.” Then it usually ends with the male compatriot vomiting blood.

Although Laura not at all is so exaggerated, and looks very beautiful, and very cute, but also too smart.

“So did she find out… or did not find out…” Chen Ze scratched his head, then changed into a Chef suit and went downstairs.

This time Chen Ze decided to make the most traditional Cuisine-Egg Fried Rice that overwhelming majority people will do.

Chen Ze always believes that Egg Fried Rice belongs to the national level of food. From the seniors in the sixties to the children in elementary school, Egg Fried Rice is very friendly.

Chen Ze has also heard that some Chef’s Egg Fried Rice can only see the eggs on the rice, because the eggs are all wrapped in the rice.

But Chen Ze is not going to do this, he still plans to make a traditional egg rice.

Chen Ze unlocked, then turned on the rice cooker and took a look. There was some cold rice left over from yesterday.

“Sure enough, speaking of Egg Fried Rice, you still have to use overnight cold rice.” Chen Ze tied Toque, and then scooped a large bowl of rice out for use.

Although Chen Ze does intend to make Egg Fried Rice, this Egg Fried Rice can also be said to be different from other Egg Fried Rice. The difference is that Chen Ze added a little diced Moonlight Mushroom.

After a while, a bowl of hot Egg Fried Rice came out of the pot. Chen Ze unable to bear swallowed his saliva. The taste was very good, with the taste of eggs and the taste of Moonlight Mushroom.

Chen Ze picked up a spoon and scooped a spoonful, and chewed it a few times slowly. It was indeed an excellent grade of Egg Fried Rice, which tasted much better than ordinary Egg Fried Rice.

However, Chen Ze is not satisfied. This Egg Fried Rice is the result of trickery. If Chen Ze is asked to do it again without Moonlight Mushroom, it is not easy to say whether he can get such an evaluation.

“So… after all, my cooking skills are too bad, right?” Chen Ze sighed. It seems that the road to becoming a Chef is still a bit far away.

“Manager~” Betty rushed in happily, and still held the switch bought by Chen Ze in his hand.

Chen Ze has had enough of the pain of his archive being overwritten, so in the end he bought a switch for Betty, which can be considered as keeping his archive.

“Betty, you write a line and put it at the entrance of the restaurant.” Chen Ze moved a blackboard over it. This is his Chinese-English-Japanese text written in 100-degree translation.

“Huh? Okay, let me see…” Betty took a look and saw a line written on it.

“As long as you are within the reach of our store, you are free to order as you like.” Betty said softly.

“Manager, what does this mean?” Betty was a little unsure.

“That is to say, today’s guests can put forward their own special requirements, such as if they want a bit saltier, or want to eat special cuisine, as long as I can make it, then they can make it.” Chen Ze answered while cutting vegetables.

This is the way he has come up with to exercise his cooking skills. After all, to make a Cuisine that meets the wishes of every customer is the Divine Grade Chef.

Nothing wrong, Food Wars!: Shokugeki no Soma and Chūka Ichiban both do this, but they become super-powered cooking in the later stage.

At least cooking with the Yangtze River, Chen Ze thinks he has no such ability, but…

Chen Ze looked thoughtful at the kitchen knife in his hand. According to his own restaurant, it is hard to say that he can really do this in the future?

When the time comes, use Yangtze River Boiled Fish, use Himalayas to make shaved ice, and use Mount Fuji to cook Hotpot?

Chen Ze thought about it, with a weird smile on his face. If there is such a day, he can say to Betty: “Betty, I’m not a human being!”

Betty shuddered subconsciously when she looked at Chen Ze’s expression. She remembered that every time Chen Ze showed this expression, she thought of some special pitfalls. For example, the last time she tried dark Cuisine, it was this expression.

Thinking of the dark cuisine Chen Ze made, Betty shuddered as unable to bear. She decided that if Chen Ze asked her to try the dishes later, even if she was hung and beaten by Laura, she would run away.

“Betty?” Chen Ze glanced at Betty. What is this Succubus doing again? If you keep on going like this, the guests will come in.

“Okay!” Betty immediately went out holding the small blackboard.

As for whether the guests can understand it, Chen Ze doesn’t worry about this problem at all. The foreign world guests can basically understand it, and the Japanese ones can also understand Japanese, and European and American ones can also deal with it in English.

After a while, the first guest walked in with the look Chen Ze expected.

“Welcome to Unusual Dream Restaurant, Lord Stan~” Betty immediately greeted him. Stan is Old Acquaintance.

Stan glanced at the blackboard in front of him, then glanced at Betty who winked wildly at him. “What’s wrong?”

Betty sighed, it seemed that the first victim appeared.

“Lord Stan, what do you want to eat?” Betty asked Chen Ze.

“Parfait.” Stan looked at Betty suspiciously, then glanced at the kitchen.

If it weren’t for the familiar magic array and the familiar soul fluctuation, Stan would have thought that the restaurant had changed people.

“Do you have any special requirements? For example, what Parfait adds, or Parfait sweetness and so on.” Stan’s expression became even more strange. What is this?

How long have I been in this restaurant myself? Except for the first time, I didn’t ask so many things later.

“Same as usual.” Betty relaxed, and then quickly told Chen Ze who was in the kitchen.

Chen Ze nodded, of course he heard Stan’s words, as usual? It seems that there is no challenge.

But Chen Ze decided to make some changes. After all, Stan liked Parfait very much.

After a while, Betty walked out with a large glass of Parfait. Stan looked at the Parfait in front of him, and the spoon almost fell out.