Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, stroking his chin.
Ainz Ooal Gown was of course his guest as well, which wasn’t strange at all, since Chen Ze had already discovered that his portal seemingly connected to a multitude of dinsions.
Not to ntion Ainz Ooal Gown, even if soday his own portal were to open in Douluo Continent, or if it brought in Senior White from the Cultivation Chat Group and Squirrel Airline, Chen Ze wouldn’t find it too odd.
But speaking of which, there were so guests he hadn’t seen in a long ti, like the Bald Demon King. It had been a while since Chen Ze last saw him.
If Chen Ze wasn’t confident in Saitama’s strength, he might even worry if Saitama had been accidentally defeated by so monster.
Or to put it another way... the monsters living in the sa dinsion as Saitama really were awfully unlucky.
anwhile, the flying squirrel was curiously examining the restaurant. He had been here once before, but after learning that Chen Ze couldn’t help him get ho, he hadn’t returned for a long ti.
He had been missing the taste of his hotown recently, which was why he was visiting again.
The biggest mistake the flying squirrel felt he had made was not modifying the maids’ settings. Who knows what he had ended up eating after arriving in that wondrous world.
Though the maids were very diligent in cooking according to his instructions, the dishes never quite matched the flavor he had in mind.
The salt was always a bit off, the oil was too much, and compared to the light flavors of Japanese cuisine, it was sothing the flying squirrel just couldn’t accept.
He wondered how the dishes in this restaurant would be. The flying squirrel rested his chin on his hands, pondering over this question.
Chestnut rice, ah, such a nostalgic dish. It had been a very, very long ti since he last tasted it.
The flying squirrel glanced at Betty, the female server who looked to be the sa race as his manager Albedo, though their figures were worlds apart.
The flying squirrel looked over at Lafra next, a Vampire. Even though he had a Shaltear among his subordinates, the aura they exuded was completely different.
Then the flying squirrel turned his gaze to the only little boy present, a yellow-haired brat with a beard.
The flying squirrel couldn’t help but touch his ring. He always felt that this little boy looked familiar, as though he had seen him back when he was still working.
But he couldn’t quite rember where he had seen him, which was sowhat vexing. He was eager to figure out the identity of this little boy.
Chen Ze was in the kitchen making soup. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to serve his guests Moonlight Mushroom soup, but he thought the flying squirrel might prefer a sip of miso soup instead.
While Chen Ze wasn’t sure if Chestnut rice was traditionally served with miso soup, he felt it was worth a try.
Miso soup was also very famous within Japanese cuisine, not because the ingredients were particularly exquisite or because it was exceptionally delicious, but because it was a staple dish in Japan.
Thanks to promotion in manga and ani, miso soup had gained considerable fa.
Chen Ze took so kelp out from the storage cabinet, soaked it in water, and then started to fry tonkatsu.
The troubleso part about miso soup was the process of making the broth; the kelp needed to be soaked for about thirty minutes, a necessary waiting period.
If Blue Fatty were here, Chen Ze could borrow the Ti Cloth from Doraemon.
Chen Ze blanked out, right, how could he have forgotten to borrow the Anywhere Door from Doraemon? That was a Divine Artifact, capable of changing the entire world.
If my restaurant could automatically replenish high-quality ingredients daily... if I had a ten-billion fortune...
By then, it really would be a small goal of a billion, and Chen Ze could even beco the richest person in the world.
"Forget it," Chen Ze shook his head. Even if Doraemon were here, Chen Ze wouldn’t borrow a "telephone booth" divine artifact from him.
"Hmm?" Chen Ze looked down and saw that, once again, the pork cutlet was over-fried. It seed that it was better not to think about other things while cooking.
"Master, I have a headache," Naruto opened his eyes, a flash of light passing through his pupils.
"Dun dun dun~ Ha~" Lafra contentedly set down her bottle of cola and then glanced at Naruto.
"Very good, this ans the magical energy you’ve absorbed has reached your endurance limit," Lafra realized Naruto’s condition at a glance.
"No need to continue ditating for now, just focus on digesting this magical energy," Lafra nodded in satisfaction; she was confident in her ability to teach even the clumsiest of disciples.
But which teacher doesn’t like a smart student?
A green glow flashed across the body of the squirrel beside them. If this were the ani Overlord, the live comnts would definitely be saying, "Gu Aotian is green with envy!"
The squirrel looked at Naruto with blond hair in amazent, finally rembering where he had seen Naruto before.
In the comics he watched as a child, there was a guy nad Naruto Uzumaki, a ninja from Konoha.
Now recalling, the squirrel realized that this Naruto was exactly the sa as that one, only younger.
In a mont, the squirrel’s mind was racing with a series of thoughts—if this was really Naruto, then this restaurant really was sothing magical.
So, did that an it could be connected to other dinsions? Could there be guests from ani like Bleach, Demon Slayer?
And if that was the case, could he himself be from so light novel or ani?
If that were true, wouldn’t his destiny be in soone else’s hands?
Green glows kept flashing on the squirrel, as the forced calmness effect triggered over and over.
"Guest, sorry to keep you waiting," Betty’s crisp voice awakened the contemplative squirrel.
"This is today’s special recomndation, chestnut rice." Betty placed a large and a dium bowl on the squirrel’s table.
The squirrel looked down to see the chestnut rice floating in a pure white broth, emitting a pleasant scent, but what drew more attention was the dium bowl beside it.
The squirrel lifted the bowl with surprise, then slowly took a sip.
"Huh... it really is miso soup," The squirrel exhaled with satisfaction, recognizing the taste of the miso soup he often ate.
Although it had so slight flaws, it was very delicious, and the squirrel was very content.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen; in the end, he didn’t choose to use miso soup with the chestnut rice, but instead, moonlight mushroom broth.
After all, Chen Ze thought, if it were him from his past, studying in the north, what he’d crave more would still be the cuisine from his hotown.
Seeing the satisfied look on the squirrel’s face, Chen Ze felt he had guessed correctly.
The delicacies of bird’s nest and shark fins in foreign lands, how could they compare to a bowl of porridge from ho?
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