Chen Ze decided it would be safer to go to the hospital tomorrow to get a rabies vaccine, after all, dragons are carnivorous.
Chen Ze disinfected his finger with alcohol and then wrapped it with gauze. Fortunately, it was the index finger of his left hand, which didn’t affect his cooking too much; otherwise, he would have had to consider closing the restaurant for a few days.
"Speaking of which, how should this be handled?" Chen Ze frowned, looking at the small puddle of dragon blood on the floor with so worry.
This was left by Flea, and she didn’t take her blood with her when she left.
It must be said, dragons are a fascinating creature. Crouching on the floor, Chen Ze could feel the warmth emanating from the small pool of dragon blood.
Moreover, it was overall like a coagulated gel, looking just like red jelly.
In the end, Chen Ze chose to scoop it up with a spoon and put it into a bowl, after all, you couldn’t just leave it on the floor indefinitely.
Chen Ze felt a sudden impulse to taste the dragon blood, as the jelly seed quite appetizing.
After cleaning up, Chen Ze returned to the kitchen to continue chopping his tentacles. He needed to make a good profit tomorrow, otherwise buying ingredients and cola would be problematic.
While cutting vegetables, Chen Ze also contacted one of his friends, rembering that this friend was in the business of posting part-ti job listings.
[Listening to the wind: Hey joker, you there?]
[TopGa: No money.]
A look of exasperation crossed Chen Ze’s face. Was this a case of soone scared of being asked for a loan?
[Listening to the wind: It’s not about borrowing money.]
[TopGa: I’ve recently fallen ill, can’t attend a wedding.]
Chen Ze took a deep breath and quickly outlined his request to his friend.
Amazingly, as soon as Chen Ze ntioned he had a commission, his friend suddenly wasn’t sick anymore and offered to do it for a 10 percent commission, seeing as they were old friends.
Then Chen Ze, very touched, declined his offer.
Chen Ze thought it would be better to post a job advertisent online himself rather than paying a 10 percent commission.
Chen Ze’s post had only been online for five minutes when he received many responses. He picked 10 candidates, telling them to bring their own transportation and report for duty the next day.
Chen Ze glanced at his phone; it was already half-past seven in the evening.
"Manager, do you have today’s special al?" Chen Ze poked his head out upon hearing this and saw Saitama.
"Yes, I do. Would you like one?" Chen Ze nodded with a smile.
Saitama was dressed in simple clothes and didn’t seem like he had just fought with any monsters.
"That’s great; I’ll take one!" Saitama happily nodded.
"Did you go out grocery shopping, Mr. Saitama?" Chen Ze asked curiously, noting the supermarket flyer in Saitama’s hand.
As a superhero, an invincible one in his own realm, it was quite rare to see one living such a frugal life.
When Chen Ze watched the ani initially, he was curious about sothing. Genos had paid a substantial sum of money to beco an apprentice, yet Saitama continued to live in hardship.
It was unclear where the money went, or perhaps Saitama’s frugality had just beco a habit.
"Yeah, but when I got there, I found out the store was closed." Saitama ntioned this with a bit of annoyance; he had been looking forward to snagging so cheap eggs, only to find the supermarket closed because of increased monster activity.
"Seems like things have been rather unstable lately," Chen Ze nodded, also trying to gauge Saitama’s current tiline.
"Mm, last ti there was so ’Earth ssenger’ dude who destroyed a section of the city..." Saitama nodded, although in his view, these monsters didn’t seem particularly special.
The difference lies in whether it’s one punch or two punches; there really is no fun in not being able to have a good fight.
Chen Ze nodded thoughtfully, and then he put the pork chop into the frying pan.
It seems like Saitama must have dealt with the virus man; next should be the giant, that biceps freak.
"Oh, that slls great, is it curry pork chop rice?" Saitama excitedly glanced at the kitchen.
Now, only eating seed to interest Saitama a bit.
"That’s right, Mr. Saitama." Chen Ze quickly made the curry pork chop rice, then specially fried two chicken legs and a small plate of fries.
For dessert, it was still a light cheesecake, and Chen Ze prepared an iced Coca-Cola to drink.
"Mr. Saitama, do you play video gas?" Chen Ze suddenly thought of a man who had defeated Saitama countless tis.
That man who lived quite well with luck and the King Engine.
"Video gas? I haven’t really played much." Saitama shook his head.
"So, how about a match?" Chen Ze went upstairs, brought down his ga console, and hugged it.
"Eh? Isn’t this a restaurant?" Saitama looked a bit puzzled.
"Nobody said a restaurant can’t play gas, right." Since there were no custors at the mont, Chen Ze didn’t mind playing Tekken with Saitama.
"I’ll co over after I finish eating." Saitama seed to be a little interested.
After the al, Saitama and Chen Ze played Tekken for an hour, and Saitama was utterly defeated.
"It’s really just like in the manga..." Chen Ze sighed; Saitama’s strength truly wasn’t great, far from the one-punch knockouts he delivered to little buddies in reality, Chen Ze felt he could give him a handicap in the ga.
Is this so kind of "I throw hard punches in reality, online I’m utterly submissive"?
"Damn it, how are you so good?" Watching his character get defeated once again, Saitama was about to explode.
"Haha, just practice more, Saitama." n’s friendship is that simple; after an hour of gaming, Chen Ze could already call Saitama by his na directly.
"I will definitely beat you next ti!" Saitama looked at the clock hanging in the restaurant, and said resentfully.
Chen Ze was noncommittal, confident as ever.
With Saitama’s departure, the restaurant once again beca quiet.
Chen Ze yawned, waited another hour to ensure no custors were coming, then locked the door and went upstairs to check on Betty.
The drunk Succubus was red in the face, hugging a sofa cushion, sleeping soundly.
Chen Ze went over, picked up the blanket from the floor, covered her up, and then went to his own bedroom to sleep.
After a busy day, Chen Ze was really a bit tired, especially his hands, which were very sore.
Chen Ze yawned and turned off the light.
The next morning, Chen Ze was woken up by the sound of a mouse; he rubbed his eyes and saw Betty playing on the computer with headphones on.
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched as he checked his phone; it was only six o’clock.
Chen Ze quietly stood up and looked at the computer; it still displayed Doki Doki Literature Club, and the ga was almost fully completed.
"The hanging scene should be next, right?" Chen Ze still rembered the general plot, as the ga had left a deep impression on him back then.
As expected, in a short while, Betty stared at the sight of her hanged lover, utterly bewildered.
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