"Dear guest, welco to the Dream Restaurant. What would you like to eat?" Although conflicted, Chen Ze still decided to attend to this guest properly before discussing anything else.
"Eat?" Only heaven knew why the Dragon had dark circles under its eyes.
"I’m already cutting off my own flesh to pay debts, what else would I eat? A good al so I could feel less pain while I’m cutting?" Upon hearing this, Chen Ze realized who this custor was.
After all, there were few Dragons that had fallen to this state, at least as far as Chen Ze knew, there was only this one.
"Erin Averi Flea?" Chen Ze ventured to ask.
"You know ?" Flea turned her head curiously to look at Chen Ze, as in her view, this human youth should not recognize a Dragon.
The key point was that he could even call out her full na, sothing very few knew; many were only aware that she was called Flea.
Chen Ze nodded, then shook his head. "I don’t know you, but I’ve heard of your na."
Chen Ze didn’t ntion his plan to buy her at, otherwise, sothing terrible might occur.
"Is this a restaurant?" Flea didn’t dwell on it too long, her curiosity leading her to look around.
"Yes, indeed it is..." Chen Ze began responding but was interrupted by Flea.
"You must be deceiving . Let’s make a bet if this place is a restaurant, then I will give you this red gemstone. If you lose, you must agree to do sothing for ." Looking at the smug Flea, Chen Ze suddenly understood how Riesel must feel.
This Dragon truly might have so issues with its brain.
"Guest, here’s the nu. Do you want to order sothing?" Chen Ze handed the nu written by Betty to her.
Flea casually flipped through it and then blinked her large eyes. "This place really is a restaurant?"
"Since it is, I’ll give you this gemstone." Flea, without waiting for Chen Ze to say anything, tossed an egg-sized red gemstone to Chen Ze.
Holding the gemstone, Chen Ze’s face was one of confusion; he rembered that he hadn’t agreed to Flea’s wager, so how did he end up receiving the gemstone?
What was this, forced betting?
"Then bring the manager’s special recomndation for today." Flea, looking dejected, slumped over the table and weakly handed the nu to Chen Ze.
Chen Ze handed the red gemstone back. He didn’t intend to keep it.
"Hey, what are you doing? This is yours now." Flea grabbed Chen Ze, who was about to head to the kitchen, and asked in confusion.
"I didn’t bet with you." Chen Ze rolled his eyes and tied on his headband before heading back to the kitchen.
Flea, holding the gemstone in her hand, looked oddly at Chen Ze’s retreating figure.
She had t the first ordinary human who wasn’t greedy for money.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, pondering over what special dish would be good to make today.
"Let’s try Potato Stew with Beef, but it’ll be with Otherworld beef. It should be quite interesting." Chen Ze nodded to himself.
Potato Stew with Beef was indeed a dish with a good reputation, tasty and filling; it was one of Chen Ze’s previous favorites.
Even now, it remained a favorite of his, it’s just that he seldom ate it because there were too many delicious options available.
Soon, a rich fragrance perated the kitchen.
Flea couldn’t help but swallow her saliva, the aroma was particularly appealing. Just by slling it, Flea felt an irresistible urge to drool.
Flea lay on the table, staring intently at the kitchen, and just when she could hardly resist rushing in, Chen Ze finally ca out carrying a large plate.
"Please enjoy your al," Chen Ze said as he placed the braised beef with potatoes, the light cheesecake, and the Buffet on the table, along with a plate of stir-fried Zizania latifolia with at.
Then, Chen Ze brought over a large bowl of rice and set it on the table.
Flea wiped her mouth and scooped up a spoonful of the braised beef with potatoes, bringing it to her lips.
The bite was filled with a slightly thick sauce, potatoes that fell apart with a gentle bite, and beef that had absorbed the flavors of the sauce and spices.
With each chew, the juices from the beef spread in her mouth, assaulting Flea’s taste buds with flavors she had never experienced before.
Chen Ze watched from the kitchen as Flea closed her eyes in contentnt, and he couldn’t help but smile. For a chef, these were the happiest monts.
[You have made a rather fine dish of braised beef with potatoes. Otherworld Cooking Experience has increased by 7 points.]
The improvent was significant. Lafra’s little vial of potion had saved Chen Ze a lot of ti.
Chen Ze scratched his head, glanced at Flea, who was still eating, and decided to go out and print the photo first.
He had promised Lafra a copy of the photo before; if he failed to deliver, Chen Ze feared he might be stepped on again.
Although Chen Ze didn’t quite understand why he had been stepped on yesterday, wasn’t it just because he asked Lafra a question?
Then Chen Ze stepped out through the side door, rembering there was a print shop not far from his restaurant.
Soon, Chen Ze returned, carrying a bag.
Upon entering the restaurant, Chen Ze noticed sothing was off.
The Dragon, who was supposed to pay with at, was nowhere to be seen, leaving only empty plates and disarrayed cutlery.
Chen Ze was taken aback. What did this an? Had he just been the victim of a dine-and-dash?
Going back to the kitchen, he saw Flea wielding a kitchen knife, gesturing towards her own tail.
Chen Ze rubbed his eyes, then watched as Flea raised the knife.
"Spare the dragon under your knife!" Chen Ze hurriedly stopped Flea’s action and snatched the knife back.
"What are you doing?" asked Flea, looking puzzled at Chen Ze.
"I should be asking you that! What are you up to?" Chen Ze was frustrated. Had he returned any later, would the tail have been gone?
And what then? Would Chen Ze earn the new title of Dracotail Artisan?
That title would be so la; anyone who heard it would think Chen Ze was so sort of Monster Hunter master of part-breaking.
"I’m paying," Flea said matter-of-factly.
"You’re paying with your tail?" Chen Ze was astounded; he thought Flea was planning to cut off the at she owed right here.
"Yeah, you didn’t want the gemstones." Flea sized Chen Ze up and down.
"As for my body... I’m allergic to virgins."
"Who the heck are you calling evidence, and do you have virginity?" said Chen Ze, so angry he felt like chopping off Flea’s head with the knife.
"Tsk tsk, poor virgin, you even got the order of words wrong," Flea said with disdain, shaking her head.
"I rember soone once said, being a virgin for a mont isn’t important, don’t be afraid, because you’ll be a virgin for life."
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