My Restaurant Connects with Myriad Worlds

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Standing in the kitchen, Chen Ze suddenly regretted it. After all, I couldn’t finish eating this early. Betty ate the bread, but there were still a lot of pickles and Smoked & Salted Dried Fish.

“How can I deal with these things better than it is relatively good?” Chen Ze felt that his hair had fallen out a few more, and he felt that he was about to be bald.

Every man is very resistant to baldness, and there is a saying that “the bald head is the only criterion for testing a handsome guy”.

“That…Manager…” Betty cautiously approached, looking at the pickles and dried salted fish still on the table, he couldn’t help but swallow.

This is definitely not because of hunger or wanting to eat saliva, this is completely out of fear.

“What’s the matter? Do you want to eat?” Of course Chen Ze noticed Betty’s gaze and couldn’t help but ask.

If Betty is willing to eat it all, Chen Ze doesn’t mind to cross out the contents of the small book by two.

Well, it’s worth 2 at most, no more!

“No no no! I don’t at all want to eat, but a visitor came.” Betty waved her hand quickly, the frequency of swinging was very fast, she thought it was an electric fan.

“Huh?” Chen Ze was a little dumbfounded. It seemed that he was just thinking about other things, which caused him not to hear the sound of wind chimes for a while.

“What did the guest want?” Chen Ze put on Toque, regaining his original appearance as a domineering manager.

“The guest asked for a…soul…” Betty whispered, Chen Ze corner of the mouth twitched, the soul is what the hell.

The soul, Chen Ze must know, whether it is analyzed from mysterious or from theology, Chen Ze understands.

But if you analyze it from the perspective of Cuisine, then Chen Ze is a bit confused. Can the soul be used to cook?

What kind of black cooking is this strange world?

Chen Ze took a probe, and there was a man sitting in the dining room, but it was strange that the other’s forehead had 2 small horns, which looked exactly like the devil.

“Sorry, guest, our store is unable to provide Soul Cuisine for the time being.” Chen Ze came out and explained.

“Can’t provide Soul Cuisine? That’s really boring, after all I am only interested in soul.” The guy who was suspected to be the devil turned his head and looked at Chen Ze.

Chen Ze noticed that the other party was wearing a black suit, and it looked decent.

“Guests can order the Cuisine on the menu, the soul really cannot provide it.” Chen Ze still shook the head decisively, no or no, where do I learn to cook with my soul?

And even if you learn it, how to get your soul is still a problem. After all, it seems that the other party does not intend to eat the soul of chicken, duck, cow, sheep, pig.

“In that case… then give me a glass of Elizabeth.” The devil stared at Chen Ze for a while, then glanced at the floor under his feet, and changed his request.

“Okay, please wait a moment.” Chen Ze nodded, then went to the kitchen and poured a glass of Elizabeth for the devil.

The bright red liquid dangled in the goblet, which looked particularly eye-catching.

“Delicious wine…it seems to be different from the mortal.” The other party took a sip slowly, and he could see that the other party had specially learned how to taste red wine.

After all, the other party’s approach is similar to what Chen Ze used to watch in the video. They are all the same steps, but the other party’s tasting method is more complicated.

“If you still need it, you can tell Betty.” Chen Ze said briefly, and then returned to his kitchen.

He has to take advantage of the present to further process the stuffing of Goubuli Steamed Bun in order to achieve a better realm.

Betty looked at the guest’s eyes and couldn’t help showing a pleasing smile.

I don’t know why, this guest gave her a very powerful oppression, almost like Laura-sama and Lord Stan.

“Succubus, do you have any recommendations.” The devil looked at Betty and asked.

“Um… Dear guest, all the Cuisine in the Manager is very good, even the barbecue.” Betty quickly explained.

“Barbecue?” The devil heard the word, which reminded him of the scene where his men used Trident to fork their souls and grilled on the fire of hell when he was in hell.

“I don’t like it. As the lord of hell, I feel that I smell barbecue every day.” Mephisto shook the head.

“Anything else?” If there is only barbecue, then Mephisto has to consider whether to have some dessert.

“That would be Manager’s Magical Mapo Tofu and Frozen Sea Bream Iceberg.” Betty pondered for a while and gave his in mind answer.

For Betty, there is no Cuisine comparable to these two, except for the Starry Sky Cake that he has not eaten yet, even Frozen Sea Chestnut Rice, none of these two meet Betty’s taste.

“Magical Mapo Tofu? China’s Cuisine? Give me a copy.” Mephisto became interested immediately.

Mephisto is still very interested in the Cuisine in the far east, but because that place is not under his control, Mephisto has never been to it.

Because of this, Mephisto has a certain sense of expectation for China’s Cuisine. After all, the taste of Chinese restaurants in his jurisdiction is not very authentic.

“Okay, please wait a moment.” Betty nodded, then walked into the kitchen and said to Chen Ze.

“En.” Chen Ze nodded, then took out the tofu, and began to follow the method taught by Liu Maoxing and the basic skills taught by Yukihira Soma to deal with this Magical Mapo Tofu.

[You have made a beautiful Magical Mapo Tofu, and the Different World Cuisine experience has increased by 10 points]

Chen Ze sighed, and did not make the Magical Mapo Tofu of Perfect level, which made Chen Ze a little disappointed.

“Betty, come in and serve food.” Chen Ze shouted.

Looking at the Magical Mapo Tofu in front of him and the rice on the side, Mephisto skillfully picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a piece and tasted it.

“Very good.” Mephisto’s mind was nodded. This Magical Mapo Tofu tastes very good, but it has to be based on his suppression of his body to a mortal.

After all, as one of the lord of hell, Mephisto doesn’t feel like drinking lava, even more how it is Mapo Tofu.

“Do you have General Tso’s chicken? Succubus.” Mephisto turned his head with interest. In the Chinese restaurants he had eaten, General Tso’s chicken was his favorite.

“Yes, please wait a moment.” Betty went into the kitchen again.

“Manager, another General Tso’s chicken!”

“En.”