My Restaurant Connects with Myriad Worlds

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“The warmth in the depth of one’s soul… The meaning is totally unclear.” Chen Ze corner of the mouth twitched, this remark Chen Ze was a little confused.

Chen Ze felt that to understand this sentence, one must first understand what a soul is, or whether a person has a soul.

Although it is often said that the soul weighs 21 grams, Chen Ze just listened to it as a legend until Chen Ze met Stan.

This Undead monarch can be said to be quite powerful, but he does have a soul. According to Stan, it is normal for Lich to play with the soul.

Therefore, the soul is equal to Stan…the warmth that gives in the depth of one’s soul…

Chen Ze instantly thought of some red light districts, or custom shops and so on, but Chen Ze immediately shook the head and threw out all these unsuitable things for children.

“Tsk, it’s only for one-time use, so you have to be cautious.” Chen Ze yawned, put the Starry Sky Cake away, took a picture with his phone, and then sent it to his younger sister.

[I am Great Literary Giant: younger sister, the times have changed! 銆?/p>

Chen Ze was happy, but the 4g signal network was disconnected again in the next second.

It seemed that it was a visitor. Chen Ze walked up, and of course he took Starry Sky Cake and put it in the refrigerator.

“Dear guest, this is your ice Cola.” Betty smiled, and put a cold Cola in front of Ainz Ooal Gown.

“Momonga -san, long time no see.” Chen Ze looked at Ainz Ooal Gown in surprise. It seemed that the other party was in a bad mood.

“Manager, give me a piece of Chestnut Rice, and another bowl of Miso Soup.” Momonga does look a bit… low?

The ghost knows how Chen Ze could see this emotion from Momonga’s skull face, but Chen Ze can faintly feel it.

“Okay, Kabayaki, would you like a copy?” Chen Ze nodded did not take the liberty of asking what happened to Momonga, which is not very polite.

Momonga nodded.

The things that others are unhappy, except for their friends, basically will not tell others, even more how Chen Ze and Momonga are at most a customer and Chef relationship.

Chen Ze walked into the kitchen and wiped the knife. It is a rare visitor today, and I don鈥檛 know if other guests will come in later.

Chestnut Rice, this is a very familiar Cuisine for Chen Ze, but Chen Ze also considered whether to give Momonga a Frozen Sea Chestnut Rice, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

What Momonga needs is the taste in the memory, not the novel taste, at least Chen Ze feels that way.

Chen Ze started steaming the chestnuts and then started processing Miso Soup, Kabayaki had to be patient.

Smelling the scent in the air, Momonga’s mood was a little more cheerful, but only a little bit.

“Why, why didn’t I think that Shatia would betray? Why didn’t I watch out for world-class props?” Momonga was very upset. The rays of light flashed past him, and his emotions were suppressed again.

This restored Momonga’s calm. Compared to when he first learned about world-class props, his mood now does not need to be repeatedly suppressed several times.

Momonga knocked on the table, and the next step was to think about how to deal with Shatia’s affairs. This is a treasure left by her companions, and Momonga will not ignore it like this.

Chen Ze adjusted the heat to low, and the Miso Soup was cooked slowly, and the next step was to deal with Kabayaki.

Kabayaki is not a challenge for Chen Ze. After all, Unadon is based on this foundation, but Chen Ze still does it very carefully.

Laura supported her chin and yawned, although she didn’t need sleep.

“How long will it be…” Laura was a little boring. She regretted why she agreed to Stan to help him take the Dark Council job. It was boring.

“Master Blood Ancestor, this is an invitation from the red-clothed Bishop of Positive Plane in the Negative Plane church.” A Lich flew in. He looked at Laura respectfully, but his eyes flashed with inexplicable rays of light.

“It’s you, Roland crazy Lich. This invitation is dry and so on.” Laura rubbed the ring on her finger, the red gem, which fits Laura’s aesthetic very well.

“Master Blood Ancestor, Supreme Pontiff of Positive Plane invites you to an exhibition.” Roland explained quickly.

“Huh, exhibition?” Laura picked up the envelope with disdain, opened it and took out the invitation letter inside.

The so-called exhibition, in Laura’s understanding, is what new breakthrough Supreme Pontiff has obtained. He wants to show off, and then implicitly threatens the Negative Plane.

This is the case every time. The last exhibition was 600 years ago, when Supreme Pontiff accidentally acquired the legacy of the ancient goblin, several steel airships, which were also equipped with Armstrong Cycling Armstrong cannons.

I don’t know what good things this damned old man will get again.

[Dear Dark Council President: We sincerely invite you to participate in the exhibition co-organized by Radiant Church and Magus Society. 銆?/p>

The content is simple, and there is nothing worth noting, but Laura is frowned.

This handwriting does not look like the handwriting of a letter from Radiant Church. It is very neat, but lacks a bit of Spiritual Qi.

Words cannot be given casually. Not only the Dark Council has the evil magic called Curse of Feathers, but even the Radiant Church has the magic of stigmatization.

Of course it is the so-called “righteous” magic. Laura snorts disdainfully about this. In the Dark Council, the stigmata ruling is evil magic, and vice versa.

“Tell that red-clothed Bishop, I will pass.” Laura picked up the invitation letter, a black flame ignited in her hand, burning the invitation letter to ashes, and threw it inside the Void.

Roland respectfully nodded, and then left.

“Sure enough… Has the power of Fire Element magic increased? The increase is also very good.” Laura dangled her short legs, smiling at the ring in her hand.

Then Laura stood up and stretched her waist. It seems that tomorrow will not be able to accompany her lovely boyfriend.

Then just go to him later, right? Laura thought very much, then suddenly blushed and stomped her feet hard.

“Asshole… asshole… I absolutely… definitely cannot do without him…” Laura held her face, her body temperature rising and her cheeks hot.

“Tomorrow I have to take a good look, what is it that deserves such pride!”

Laura intends to see what muscles the old fogey, Supreme Pontiff, is ready to brighten.

If it’s not muscle, Laura doesn’t mind letting those things turn into rubbish on the spot, the unrecyclable kind.