Chen Ze propped his chin with his hand, playing with the Black Hole Rose in his hand, which was given by a previous custor. Honestly, it wasn’t much use.
Apart from looking pretty, it indeed had no use, but it served wonderfully as a trash bin. Chen Ze had tried throwing kitchen waste into it and found it exceedingly convenient.
"Manager, Lafra said she’ll co looking for you tonight." Betty yawned and sprawled across the table. She really wanted to play with the Switch, but Chen Ze had refused.
After all, who plays gas during work hours, apart from certain professions? Wouldn’t want to end up playing gas in the morning and then collecting your paycheck and leaving in the afternoon.
"I know." Chen Ze checked his phone. It was two-thirty in the afternoon, but Liu Maoxing still hadn’t shown up, which gave Chen Ze a bit of a stomachache.
Chen Ze was indeed looking forward to Liu Maoxing’s visit, and it would be simply fantastic if Ryan ca along too.
Chen Ze stroked his chin, wondering if he could hold a chef cooking competition in advance when Soma Yukihira arrived?
But he knew his place; his cooking skills were no match for those who had ’cheat codes’ enabled.
"But that wouldn’t be fun either. It’d be more interesting with a food captive," Chen Ze got a bit excited. For chefs, a food captive was a pretty amazing world.
The ingredients with varying levels of capture difficulty had broadened Chen Ze’s horizons, often making him yearn to eat those magical ingredients when he was young.
The result? Heh, he did not get a taste of delicious ingredients, but he sure got a fair share of slaps.
"Manager, do you have any tasty dishes?" A familiar voice.
"Little Dragone... Mister, long ti no see." Betty moved closer and poured Dragone a glass of cola.
"Eel over rice and crab roe soup dumplings. Want to try?" Chen Ze poked his head out to see, and sure enough, it was Dragone, even girlier than actual girls.
"Yes, please get one of each. And truly, I am a man," sighed Dragone. It was simply unbelievable.
"Hehe, sorry about that." Betty glanced at Dragone and sorrowfully realized that she seed to be no match for him.
Though she was already aware of this fact, every ti she saw Dragone, Betty couldn’t help but feel sothing called jealousy deep down.
"Alright, please wait a mont." Chen Ze quickly retreated; the crab roe soup dumplings were steaming, and he could use this ti to grill the eel.
Betty looked at Dragone and felt that there was sothing off about him today.
"Dragone... Mister, is sothing bothering you?" Betty couldn’t help but ask, as there were no other custors at the mont.
"Well... how should I put this, I got proposed to again today." Dragone let out another sigh. What a situation to be in.
Every year, Dragone would encounter a few stubborn suitors. So dragons, upon finding out he was male, would stop pursuing him.
Yet, there were those with particularly ’hard heads’ who continued their pursuit even after knowing he was a male.
Usually, this was no issue for Dragone, as he was quite powerful and naturally strong. After teaching those guys a lesson a few tis, he managed to chase them off.
But this ti... it was different!
The re thought of that person gave Dragone a headache. After telling him he was male, the person beca even more excited?
And every ti he got beaten up, he seed to enjoy it even more??
Unable to bear it any longer. Dragone hid at his old friend Sebastian’s place in the negative dinsion and then decided to co to Chen Ze’s restaurant to ease his mind.
Betty was in tears; she too longed to be confessed to, to be loved. Watching Chen Ze and Lafra flaunt their relationship every day almost drove her mad.
If she wasn’t certain she’d be beaten, Betty would have donned a black robe, becoming a mber of the FFF Group, to judge those lovey-dovey couples.
From the kitchen, Chen Ze listened to Dragone’s words and couldn’t help but twitch at the corners of his mouth. He had to admit, Dragone’s problem... was rather unique.
Chen Ze flipped the eel over, lost in thought. He ntioned that his sister would soon be returning ho, but she would need to self-quarantine for a while.
Which ant that Chen Ze would be receiving a ton of Japanese recipes in the near future.
"Maybe it’s ti to visit my parents back in my hotown," Chen Ze said, gazing at the eel on the grill, sowhat distracted.
Chen Ze’s hotown was near Xishuangbanna, where from a young age, he was raised on a diverse array of delicious foods. He had to say, every ethnic group had its own signature dishes.
However, the ones that stood out in Chen Ze’s mory were a few in particular like Paluda and milk tea.
But this milk tea was different than the bubble milk tea of today—it was like comparing two different beverages.
The milk tea from Xishuangbanna, to be precise, the Myanmar-style milk tea made with black tea and condensed milk, had a truly excellent taste and was very affordable—a drink of the people.
Chen Ze involuntarily swallowed, thinking it was ti to ask so relatives to help him buy so. Rembering that he hadn’t been ho for many years, Chen Ze unexpectedly felt a bit nostalgic... for the drinks and culinary delights of his hotown.
"Ah, hosickness, is that familiar scent on the streets late at night, the taste that passes one’s lips but leaves one feeling lost in mory... shit!" Chen Ze hastily removed the eel from the grill before it overcooked and beca inedible.
"Sorry for the wait, dear guest, here’s your eel rice and crab roe xiaolongbao." Betty placed the dishes in front of Dragone, then took special care to explain how to eat the crab roe xiaolongbao.
Dragone picked up the crab roe xiaolongbao with interest, indeed feeling the soup inside move. He had never eaten such a thing before.
Then Dragone opened his huge, gaping mouth and devoured the whole crab roe xiaolongbao in one bite.
Chen Ze silently watched from the kitchen. Was this, indeed, worthy of a Dragon?
A xiaolongbao of that size gone in one bite, and no fear of burning himself.
From a certain perspective, dragons really could be considered an excellent species for foodies, given they don’t fear heat and aren’t bothered by cold.
"Hm?" Dragone’s eyes widened instantly. The flavor was fantastic; the hot broth and the mouthful of at relentlessly assaulted his taste buds.
"Another one!" Dragone imdiately demanded a second serving. How could one be enough?
"Right away," Chen Ze nodded. It was a good thing he had made ten crab roe xiaolongbao at once; otherwise, he might not have been able to deliver.
"Boss, boss!" Betty hurried back and threw herself at him.
"What is it?" Chen Ze frowned at Betty.
"I rembered this delicacy I saw on the internet; can you make it?" Betty excitedly rubbed her hands together.
"What thing?" Chen Ze nonchalantly held a kitchen knife, preparing to chop a chicken to make soup.
"Rocky Mountain oysters!"
Chen Ze nearly cut right into the chopping board, then turned back to Betty and said, "Say that again?"
"Rocky Mountain oysters, what’s wrong?" Betty looked puzzled, but Chen Ze unconsciously crossed his legs.
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