There are always so strange and unusual ingredients and dishes in this world, so of which may be one person’s honey and another’s poison.
In Yun Province, there’s the insect feast and along the coast, the dish known as "Ox Delight," both of which are such examples. Of course, eating eyes, as done in the north, is also sothing many people from other places find unacceptable.
It has nothing to do with whether you take good pictures or not, it’s simply a matter of different customs.
It’s like how Brother Sebastian loves to drink cow urine and then relishes a glass of Ganges water, hoping to be reborn as an Indian just the sa.
Chen Ze felt that the vast majority of people from Huaxia would find this unacceptable; they wouldn’t even want to touch cow urine, let alone drink water from the Ganges.
And among these, the Rocky Mountains oysters stand out as one of the more unique dishes.
Although called Rocky Mountains oysters, these have nothing to do with the oysters from the sea but share so intriguing similarities with "Ox Delight."
The difference lies in the fact that "Ox Delight" uses female ingredients, whereas Rocky Mountains oysters use male ones.
Chen Ze had only heard of this food because it wasn’t available in his ho country, and even in the United States, it wasn’t available everywhere, being a specialty dish.
"Manager?" Betty looked at Chen Ze curiously; she didn’t understand why the na made him shudder.
She had looked it up before; oysters were just the things you often see at barbecue stalls, delicious with a bit of garlic.
Moreover, they are said to have astonishing effects for n. Thinking of this, Betty couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Chen Ze and then instantly understood.
"Manager, are you afraid that after eating oysters, you won’t be able to control yourself at night?" Seeing Betty’s face which read ’I understand,’ Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. There were about twenty or so hours each day when he felt an urge to kill Betty.
"You’re thinking too much. I just don’t like that dish. Although I’ve never tried it, I just don’t like it," Chen Ze shook his head, then picked up a plate; he had just heard Dragone ordering two more servings of crab roe soup dumplings.
Watching Betty walk out with the plate, Chen Ze suddenly rembered his high school days.
Back then, near the school, there was a place called ’Strong Goat Rice Noodle’—yep, no pun intended, that was its na.
Because of the na, Chen Ze initially refused to have lunch there, but eventually, his classmates forced him to go.
Then he discovered that the restaurant was quite popular, although the clientele was all n. Chen Ze even saw his class leader from the next class over.
The n simply exchanged knowing smiles; everything was communicated without words.
Chen Ze shook his head, casting these mories away. Since graduating from high school, it had been many years since he had chatted with any of his classmates.
But lately, he occasionally received calls from high school friends whom he hadn’t contacted in six or seven years, with them starting with, "I’m getting married, here’s an invitation for you~"
Then Chen Ze would cheerfully block them while saying "sure, next ti," scoffing inwardly. After not being in touch for years, they expected him just to give a cash gift?
"Manager, we need three more orders of crab roe soup dumplings," Betty popped back in.
Chen Ze looked at the empty steaming baskets; Dragone had already finished ten crab roe soup dumplings, so it looked like he’d have to make so more soon.
Thinking of the Rocky Mountains oysters Betty ntioned earlier, Chen Ze was reminded of another delicacy from Huaxia that foreigners might also find hard to accept—century eggs.
Even many foreigners say that century eggs are just rotten eggs, and so even suspect they might be poisonous.
But the delicacy of century eggs still has a market in Huaxia, from those that can be eaten after being sliced and drizzled with sauce to those that are cooked in porridge for a nourishing treat for both the stomach and the body—it’s all great cooking.
Chen Ze opened the fridge to look inside; he had bought ten century eggs before and hadn’t really used them. It seed he could cook a pot of century egg and lean pork porridge later.
With a "bang", a muffled sound, Chen Ze frowned and glanced at the ceiling—the noise had co from above.
Chen Ze stuck his head out to take a look; Dragone was still enjoying his crab roe soup dumplings. Then Chen Ze washed his hands and went upstairs.
No sooner had he gone up than he saw a big white dog pounce on him, almost knocking Chen Ze downstairs.
"Er Gouzi, be good," Chen Ze patted the dog’s head and then checked the bedroom—Little Nina still hadn’t woken up.
Watching Er Gouzi panting, Chen Ze couldn’t help but rub his temples. Keeping a dog wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
The problem was that this place was a restaurant, and not just any restaurant, but a rather unique one—a place Chen Ze didn’t have much ti to walk Er Gouzi every day.
"If Lafra were here, that would be great. I could ask her and see if magic could solve this problem," Chen Ze rubbed the dog’s head and then imdiately thought of Dragone who was dining downstairs.
Dragone was a Sprite Dragon. Although he was a powerful Elf who could punch Sebastian flying, he was indeed a Sprite Dragon with quite the talent for magic.
"Eh? Are you saying you want to help you with this problem?" Dragone looked at Chen Ze, then glanced at the white dog upstairs.
"Right, just consider it this ti’s al cost," Chen Ze nodded. Anyway, he wasn’t interested in Gold Coins at the mont.
"Hmm... If it were sowhere else, I actually could do sothing, whether it’s opening a small space or using a space-expanding spell," Dragone seed troubled, his brows so furrowed that Betty felt like pressing a Magic Crystal.
"But not here. To be truthful, the Magic Circle you have here is the most powerful and mysterious one I’ve ever seen, just one glance at these magic runes makes feel unwell..." Dragone looked at Chen Ze earnestly.
Sprite Dragons, unlike other Dragon Clan mbers, have a naturally excellent talent for magic, but this also makes them overly sensitive to magic.
Dragone had previously found a Magic Crystal in an old friend’s lair, and after briefly scanning its contents, he broke off his friendship with that old buddy the next day.
Because he always felt it was sohow not safe.
"Is it this one?" Chen Ze thought, and an intricate Magic Circle appeared straight away.
"Ugh..." Dragone’s face turned pale imdiately, and he covered his mouth.
Chen Ze quickly retracted it, as he really had just wanted to show Dragone, not expecting such an intense reaction.
"Anyway... that’s how it is, this is for my al. Sorry, but I have to go back for a bit..." Dragone hastily left a bag behind and then rushed out the door.
Chen Ze looked at the bag, weighing it in his hand. Great, another big pile of Gold Coins.
I, Chen Ze, regard money as muck! Please don’t give Gold Coins anymore.
Of course, RMB is still necessary. Chen Ze checked his account balance—it was about ti to set up a stall again.
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