My Restaurant Connects with Myriad Worlds

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“Have you heard that taxes are going to increase again.” Such words circulated in the village.

“I heard that it is the evil seaside people who have taken our country!” Another villager angrily squeezed the farm tool in his hand.

“Oh, how do you live these days…” Aunt Mary, this is Jeanne’s neighbor, a very enthusiastic aunt.

“Don’t say it, I don’t know how many people in this village can survive the next winter.” Uncle, who had just finished farm work, wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Jeanne lowered her head. She was still young, but she understood that her country was gone. The original Noble Lord was sent to the gallows, and then another Noble Lord stood up.

The new Noble Lord has increased taxes. When her father ate Pizza yesterday, his expression was sad.

“Mother, I’m going out.” Jeanne was holding a bunch of woven flowers. She was going to the magic restaurant yesterday to pay back what she owed.

“Be careful and don’t leave the village. There is a little girl orphan. She went out of the village yesterday to find food and never came back.” Isabella looked at her daughter worriedly.

My daughter said that Gods Vestige happened yesterday, but that strange bag is indeed a magical thing, and the thing called Pizza is really delicious.

And there is meat. The key is that the meat tastes pretty good. Heaven knows Isabella hasn’t eaten meat for how long.

“Don’t worry, mother, where I go is safer.” Jeanne smiled and responded to her mother’s words.

She didn’t think anything dangerous would happen to that amazing restaurant, especially the gentle Manager.

If there is a God, then Mr. Manager must be the head of Archangel, right?

The young Jeanne d’Arc ran quickly to the magical restaurant, and she was impatient to see the magical Mr. Manager again.

“Manager, will you make Goubuli Steamed Bun?” Betty looked at Chen Ze expectantly.

“Goubuli Steamed Bun? What kind of bun are you talking about?” Chen Ze raised his head. He really didn’t expect Betty to ask about this.

“It’s Goubuli Steamed Bun.” Betty blinked in confusion. Isn’t the Goubuli Steamed Bun the Goubuli Steamed Bun?

“Goubuli Steamed Bun is the name of a shop, not the name of a bun. I know if I can do it if you want to say what stuffing.” Chen Ze curled his lips. He remembered that when he was a child, he naively thought Goubuli Steamed. Bun is the name of a kind of bun.

“That’s it… Then why is it called Goubuli Steamed Bun? Is it because the dog doesn’t care about people when eating?” Betty was curious, she was very curious about the meaning of the name when she heard the name of Goubuli Steamed Bun.

“It’s not like that. It’s said that the former manager of the Goubuli Steamed Bun store called Gouzi, and the steamed buns made were especially delicious. As more and more people, the dog wouldn’t have time to talk to the old customers, and then the old customers smiled and said , Goubuli sells steamed buns and ignores people, and it becomes Goubuli Steamed Bun.” Chen Ze explained.

“That’s it…” Betty was nodded, seemingly understanding.

“And now Goubuli Steamed Bun is no longer the authentic Goubuli Steamed Bun. The previous store is long gone. Now the one is newly built, but the taste is not good, and the price is still very expensive.” Chen Ze shook the head, the previous Goubuli Steamed Bun, before it is lost, may be really delicious.

But in the current Goubuli Steamed Bun, one steamed bun sells for 35. The locals in Tianjin basically don’t eat their steamed buns, they are all sold to outsiders.

“It’s so disappointing. It would be great if you could eat authentic Goubuli Steamed Bun.” Betty wiped her saliva, but she heard that Goubuli Steamed Bun is very delicious.

“No way, I don’t have a recipe, and I can’t restore it.” Chen Ze shook the head, his own system is not good at this point, there is no recipe, and no recipe is provided.

Obviously there are that many long-lost famous dishes on Great Land of China, but if the method is lost, no one knows the whole dish.

So Chen Ze had a particular opinion on the previous Chef. A dish was hidden, and finally hidden in the tomb. He didn’t know if it was made for King Yanluo.

“Mr. Manager, this is the flower you want!” Jeanne d’Arc opened the door and walked in. The faint fragrance of flowers filled the restaurant by the way.

“Wow, Jeanne is awesome, she made such a beautiful flower arrangement.” Betty walked out and touched the flowers on the table with joy.

“Nothing…” Jeanne lowered her head shyly, her weaving is not as good as Feina’s.

Chen Ze also came out. He had a question to ask Jeanne. After all, this is related to whether he needs guilt or not.

“Jeanne, that…Where are you from?” Chen Ze asked.

“Huh? I’m from France.” Although Jeanne was a little surprised why Chen Ze asked this question, she still answered it.

“It’s really from France…” Chen Ze unable to bear covered his forehead, it was basically that Saintess Joan couldn’t run away.

“So… France will drive away England in the future, is it because of Jeanne…” Chen Ze shook the head, but he forgot a question.

That is, my voice is not small now, Jeanne heard it.

This…what did Mr. Manager say? France drove England away… England? Is it because of me?

She now believes that Chen Ze is a god, after all, only gods know the future.

At this moment, a seed was planted in Jeanne’s heart.

A seed to overthrow England.

“The flowers made by Jeanne are so beautiful. Would you like to have something to eat today? You can also use the flowers to exchange them.” Chen Ze handed the flowers to Betty, and Betty put them on each table in turn.

“Mr. Manager, can you eat yesterday’s Pizza?” Jeanne looked at Chen Ze expectantly. Yesterday’s Pizza was the best.

It’s delicious and meaty. The most important thing is to be full. Jeanne feels full after only one piece.

In the age of hunger, being full is a very happy thing.

“Pizza? That’s okay, but there are also buns you can eat, do you want to try?” Chen Ze had a bold idea.

He wants to try to develop a steamed bun by himself, and the ultimate goal is to reach the Goubuli Steamed Bun named and praised by Lafayette.

Chen Ze really wanted to see what kind of buns he could bear that sentence.

“Beasts in the mountains, wild geese in the clouds, seabed of cattle and horses on land, fresh, not as fragrant as Goubuli Steamed Bun, and longevity.

“What is a bun?” Jeanne hadn’t heard the name.

“It’s just a kind of dumpling, with a lot of meat.” Chen Ze threw out the killing move with a smile.

“Jeanne…Jeanne still wants to eat Pizza!”