Chen Ze was in a dilemma, after all, the Drunken Ribs that Chen Xingchen had made amounted to only one plate; and looking at the many custors outside, Chen Ze felt that even a single piece of at per person might not be enough.
But it wasn’t possible to say it wasn’t ready yet and ask these liquor-loving custors to go ho and wait, Chen Ze didn’t want to invite any trouble over sothing like this.
"Sir, I’m not brewing alcohol, the scent of liquor you’re slling is from a new experintal dish from our restaurant," Chen Ze thought that if he said it was a dish, maybe not so many people would want to drink.
"What? You used such fine alcohol to cook?" The old man’s eyes went wide with shock.
"What a waste!" The uncle who had been listening to the two of them talk was so angry he started stomping his foot.
This kind of alluring aroma of liquor, he had only ever slled in the cellared wines of ti-honored brands.
"Young man, let tell you, this is where you’re wrong, fine liquors like this should be savored individually. Adding anything else is a desecration of such liquor," another old man, donning glasses and appearing rather cultured, couldn’t help but reprimand Chen Ze.
Chen Ze, looking at the white hair on these elders’ heads, didn’t even have the courage to retort; any mishap with any one of them would spell trouble.
"Everyone, I’m sorry, but now that it’s turned into a dish, if you gentlen wish to drink, you’ll have to wait for another ti. How about I bring out the finished dish for all of you to try today?" Chen Ze felt truly troubled, he owned the place and yet even making a dish had to be considerate of passersby’s feelings.
"Sigh, such fine liquor gone to waste, then bring it out for us to try," the crowd conceded.
"If we can’t drink the liquor, trying a dish made with it is also a fine thing."
"Plus one."
Chen Ze glanced sideways at the uncle who had said ’plus one’, it was the first ti he had heard soone use that phrase in a real-life conversation.
Chen Ze then retreated through the small door, keeping so of the Drunken Ribs aside; he planned to let Chen Xingchen try it later, as it would be too sad for him not to taste his own new dish.
Then, Chen Ze brought out a plate of Drunken Ribs, emitting a rich scent of liquor, which incited a scramble among the crowd of alcohol enthusiasts. In the end, every person had to pay 100 RMB to taste just a single piece of rib.
Those who tasted the Drunken Ribs expressed praise for Chen Ze’s culinary skills but also showed disdain for his idea of using such beautiful liquor in cooking.
However, a few of the elders agreed more with Chen Ze’s Drunken Ribs as, given their age and weaker teeth, their desire for good food was even stronger.
Having finally dealt with the enthusiastic liquor enthusiasts, Chen Ze finally returned to the restaurant, feeling that cooking had never been as exhausting.
"I think I need to hire a server or sothing; it’s sowhat more comfortable to serve these custors from other worlds inside the store, but it’s truly troubleso dealing with them outside," Chen Ze took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
But after feeling the banknotes in his pocket, Chen Ze didn’t feel so weary anymore—the last plate of Drunken Ribs had brought in over 3000 in revenue.
"Tonight I still have to sell Storm Roast at; I reckon it’ll all be sold out by nightfall too. I wonder when Stan will co," Chen Ze opened the refrigerator and took a peek. The last wing was already cut and ready to turn into his RMB.
But there was another issue, Chen Ze needed more ingredients; otherwise, the Drunken Ribs and Storm Roast at could only turn into fleeting wonders.
"&＃." That sounded like a familiar female voice.
Chen Ze poked his head out and recognized the newcor as the woman who had eaten the chive pocket last ti.
Chen Ze pressed his hand against the slate, and Arcane Wisdom flickered past.
"Manager, have you prepared even more delicious dishes this ti?" Alisa looked a bit pale.
"Custor, our store currently offers light cheesecake, sundae, chive pockets, braised pork al, and hot pot," Chen Ze said, slightly pleased. He hadn’t seen this picky woman for a few days.
As long as this woman ate his cooking, Chen Ze could then make targeted improvents to his dishes, which was far more valuable than a box of useless gold coins.
"Hot pot? What’s that?" Alisa sniffed, she detected a familiar scent in the air.
"That is..."
"Wait, you used Strong Liquor Grass?" Alisa looked at Chen Ze with surprise. As a duke’s daughter, Alisa certainly knew of this precious ingredient.
It was a specialty of the negative plane, with a single plant exchangeable for a Swift Land Dragon, an expensive trade.
"Yes, I made Drunken Pork Ribs with Strong Liquor Grass," Chen Ze replied, surprised that she could sll it but still answered her question.
"Drunken Pork Ribs? Whatever it is, give a serving of Drunken Pork Ribs. I haven’t had a dish made with Strong Liquor Grass in a long ti," Alisa said with so anticipation. The last ti she had a dish prepared with Strong Liquor Grass was at her 17th birthday banquet.
"Sorry, Drunken Pork Ribs cannot be provided at the mont." After all, he had run out, and he still needed to save so for Star.
"Hm? Do you know who I am? I am the daughter of Duke Rose!" Alisa said angrily, banging on the table. No one had ever dared to refuse her request.
Chen Ze rolled his eyes; he hadn’t even heard of any Duke Rose, especially since this was Earth.
"My lady, the Feudal Era is over."
Alisa didn’t respond, and Chen Ze glanced over, only to see her motionless, face down on the table.
Chen Ze walked out with furrowed brows, he really hadn’t anticipated such a situation. Could this woman be dead?
Chen Ze reached out to check her breathing; thankfully, she was still alive.
Chen Ze gently pushed the daughter of Duke Rose, and Alisa opened her eyes, her lips moving slightly.
Chen Ze leaned in a bit closer, finally hearing her words.
"Hungry... so hungry..."
Only then did Chen Ze realize why her face had been so pale when she ca in; turns out she was starving.
"Sigh, just wait, I’ll make you a serving of braised pork," Chen Ze sighed, propped her up, and handed her a glass of ice water.
Then he tied on his headscarf and went into the kitchen.
A serving of braised pork didn’t take much ti to prepare, and Chen Ze soon brought out a steaming plate of braised pork and rice drizzled with a little Drunken Pork Ribs sauce.
Chen Ze kindly placed a spoon beside her, then returned to the kitchen; he did not have the habit of watching others eat.
Alisa slled the aroma in the air, trembling as she reached for the spoon, scooped a spoonful of braised pork, and put it in her mouth.
The at was tender, resembling that of the Pruo Pig, with unique spices and a thick sauce, making it extrely delicious.
Alisa ate with increasing speed, spooning up mouthful after mouthful, and spoonful after spoonful of rice. For the first ti, she thought the Pruo Pig could be a tasty ingredient.
In the past, the Pruo Pig at was food for dogs and never appeared on her dining table.
"This is... the flavor of Strong Liquor Grass," Alisa tasted the distinct flavor in the dish, which was unique.
"What a pity, the at in this dish was cooked too tender, the skin wasn’t handled properly, and the spices were too heavy, spoiling the whole dish," Alisa shook her head, although it was much better than the previous leek dumplings, there were still so issues.
"Strong Liquor Grass..." Alisa pondered for a mont, not understanding why Chen Ze gave her this bowl of white stuff.
"It seems like tonight, I’ll have to face my inner self again," Alisa’s lips curled up a bit, she still rembered the words Duke Rose said to her on her last birthday.
"Alisa, this dish is made with Strong Liquor Grass, rember, the reason why Strong Liquor Grass is expensive is because..."
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