My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 350 - Two Hundred and Ten: There are Always Some Str

Chen Ze stretched lazily; it wasn’t that he didn’t want to buy coffee beans and a coffee machine to grind them himself. He once had this idea, until he roughly tried it out himself.

He quickly realized that manually grinding coffee was no easy task. Not to ntion having to learn how to select the right coffee, he would also need to master the thods and techniques of grinding, and how to adjust the coffee’s strength.

Not to even speak of learning how to make Blue Mountain coffee, cappuccinos, and so on. So, in the end, Chen Ze chose to give up, settling for serving guests with instant coffee brands like Nescafé instead.

If later on he encounters guests who don’t want instant coffee, then Chen Ze would consider whether to buy coffee beans and a machine.

Chen Ze frowned as he suddenly rembered that when he was researching various coffee-making thods before, he had seen sothing called pour-over coffee. At that ti, Chen Ze was clueless.

"Ah... how I miss the days when I was young and ignorant, when 2b was still just a pencil, and a chrysanthemum was just a flower..." Chen Ze shook his head, as the naive version of himself was gone and never to return.

Chen Ze focused and continued working on the dough, for it was about ti for the final proofing.

"The coffee here has a unique taste, but I still prefer coffee beans from Southeast India’s Tamil Nadu. The small beans there produce a really wonderful flavor when ground," Professor Moriarty said with a smile, sipping the coffee from his cup as he spoke to Moran.

Betty stood by silently listening. India? Was that the country often ntioned on those forums? With the curry scent and the Indian "magic tricks," yet she seed not to recall hearing anything about coffee beans.

"Sir, your extensive knowledge is truly admirable," Moran offered a tily flatter.

"Ha ha, Moran, as long as you read more and experience various things, you can always learn a lot. And moreover..." Moriarty smiled gleefully as he glanced over the mysterious restaurant.

"Knowledge is indeed intoxicating," Moriarty mused aloud, his main focus now on the restaurant.

Enigmatic doors, wondrous waitstaff, a magical Eastern chef – Moriarty liked it all and wanted to explore this marvellous place.

"Thud... thud..." A dull sound.

Chen Ze didn’t hear it; he was in the kitchen making stead buns, ready to steam the delicious crab roe soup buns soon.

"Hmm?" Moran turned his head. Was it an illusion?

"Soone is knocking." Moriarty looked at the door, sure that he had indeed heard sothing.

"Eh?" Betty was confused, but she still went to open the door to take a look.

"There’s no one there..." The space outside the door was empty; there was nothing, leaving Betty feeling quite eerie.

Could this be so kind of supernatural event?

Betty hastily closed the door.

"Thud..." The strange knocking sound erged again; Betty swallowed hard. She had just heard the sound seemingly coming from underneath the door, as if soone was knocking from below.

Betty yanked the door open swiftly, only to be t with the sa empty doorway again.

"Betty, no need to try anymore; the door you open will only lead to your own world," Chen Ze ca out, as the crab roe soup buns had begun to steam.

Your own world? Moriarty quickly latched onto the key point, scrutinizing the wooden door that didn’t seem like it could lead to other worlds at all.

But...

Thinking of that spooky wooden door in Whitechapel, Moriarty felt this must also be the truth.

"What should we do, Manager? This is really scary," Betty shivered a bit, looking at the wooden door with terror.

"Aren’t you a succubus? How can you be afraid of ghosts?" Chen Ze was indifferent. Even Miss Kayako had been taken care of by him, so who else could Chen Ze possibly fear?

"Who says a succubus can’t be afraid of ghosts? That’s discrimination!" Betty said angrily, then moved to stand aside.

Succubus? This restaurant is getting more and more interesting, indeed.

Moriarty picked up his coffee again and took a sip, his gaze full of interest as he observed Betty, particularly her wings and tail.

"Yes, yes, you’re scared of ghosts, but just wait for it to co in. If it can’t turn the door, it won’t be able to enter my restaurant," Chen Ze rolled his eyes. No matter what kind of custor it was, they had to enter on their own; Chen Ze certainly couldn’t open the door for them.

"Scary... scary..." Betty trembled, covering her mouth.

"Speak human language." Chen Ze looked at Betty with half-closed eyes. How on earth could she still manage to speak Japanese under the influence of Arcane Wisdom?

"Thud..." The knocking sounded again, and this ti there were even stranger noises accompanying it.

It sounded like sothing was scratching at the wooden door, followed by intermittent dripping sounds.

"Creak..." The doorknob moved slightly, then the door was slowly pushed open.

Chen Ze looked outside the door curiously, seeing no custors, and he did not feel anything coming in either.

"On the floor, sir," Moriarty said, lifting his cup and signaling to Chen Ze.

Chen Ze looked down, then saw a person lying on the floor.

"Eh? Are you okay, custor?" Chen Ze was a bit puzzled. Could this possibly be a drunken bum?

But Chen Ze quickly realized that the man was not a drunkard, because he was slowly standing up, his posture extrely odd, like a marionette.

Chen Ze calmly watched as the young man lifted his head; half of his left skull was missing, with a large bloody hole on top, and Chen Ze could even see his brain.

No matter how you looked at it, this was a dead man. After all, a living person with such injuries would probably be sent directly to a funeral ho.

"Sigh, is this another custor like Kayako?" Chen Ze sighed and then was about to use a Magic Circle to eliminate this ghost soul.

"Is this... a restaurant?" Blood dripped down the man’s face, falling onto the floor, but he indeed spoke.

"...Yes, what would you like to eat, custor?" Chen Ze fell silent for a mont. Although he was sowhat annoyed by the ss on the floor, the man was after all a custor, so Chen Ze still opted to serve him.

"Hmm... I would like so egg fried rice," the young man nodded, then dragged his right leg, with the shinbone exposed, to find a place to sit down.

Then he turned his head to glance at Moriarty and Moran, giving them a restrained nod.

"Sir..." Moran was a little panicked. He was Professor Moriarty’s top henchman, had killed plenty of people, but he had never encountered soone who was dead, could walk, and could eat.

"Don’t make a fuss; if there can be demons, why can’t there be ghost souls?" Moriarty observed the ghost soul, finding the hole in its head quite interesting.

"Manager, this is what you call having a big hole in the head, right?" Betty leaned in, and Chen Ze glanced at her.