Chen Ze rubbed his chin, having just bought sothing online since there was so event happening today.
"I feel like these events are just traps to take my little bit of money!" Hastur’s voice could be heard coming from the phone on the table.
Chen Ze was watching His live stream.
Dressed in casual clothes, Hastur pouted with a grumpy face, and his little mouth was pursed, making Chen Ze feel a bit of stomachache.
You are a god that cannot be described, so why are you so skilled at acting cute?
However, seeing "Ah Wei is dead" all over the screen, along with a little TV icon, Chen Ze could only sigh; he felt that he didn’t make as much money grilling skewers as Hastur did acting cute.
"I’ve lost hope in this world of cuteness!" Chen Ze stretched lazily, completely unaware that the main reason was his own laziness.
After all, if Chen Ze was willing to deliver food every day, he would also make a considerable amount of money.
"Manager, what are we going to eat later?" Betty, rubbing her stomach, squeezed into the kitchen, feeling hungry already.
Especially since there had been so many custors earlier, ordering so much food, which made Betty’s stomach keep growling.
"Eat stead buns," Chen Ze glanced at her, just as he was preparing to try making Goubuli buns.
About the Goubuli buns, Chen Ze already had an idea, which was to use rice paper to wrap the at jelly fillings.
After thinking it over for a while, Chen Ze still gave up the idea, as ordinary rice paper, whether in terms of heat resistance or water-proofing, was not very good.
So if he wanted to include it in the Goubuli buns, he would need a more professional version of rice paper, so Chen Ze bought so dical-grade rice paper online, although he wasn’t sure if it would be suitable once it arrived.
"But I feel like I’ve walked into a trap..." Chen Ze frowned, during the era when Goubuli buns appeared, there was nothing like dical-grade rice paper.
"Delicacies from mountains and seas are no match for Goubuli buns..." Chen Ze recalled the comnt about the buns again.
"I suddenly have a bold idea." Chen Ze clenched his fist in excitent, having just thought of a possible new way to make Goubuli buns.
"Betty, watch the shop for a bit, I’m going to buy so stuff." Chen Ze grabbed his phone and imdiately rushed out, leaving Betty looking bewildered at his departing figure.
Chen Ze took a taxi directly to the nearby seafood market; though Sun Moon City was an inland city, buying seafood was not a troubleso matter nowadays.
Soon, Chen Ze had purchased what he wanted, and then he took a taxi back to the restaurant.
Upon opening the door and seeing no custors, Chen Ze breathed a sigh of relief and hurried into the kitchen.
"The inner mbrane of the sea cucumber is small, but it shouldn’t be a problem to wrap the at jelly filling," Chen Ze said, swiftly processing the seafood with a kitchen knife.
Yes, Chen Ze planned to use the delicious ingredient sea cucumber as a mbrane for the Goubuli buns.
In the past, the mbrane of sea cucumber was not eaten, but after research revealed its high nutritional value, it was included in recipes.
"I feel like if one day, experts discover eating lots of mosquitoes can cure baldness, a lot of people would go for it, right?" Chen Ze chuckled, then tossed the cut sea cucumber aside.
Chen Ze could use the inner mbrane of the sea cucumber for the Goubuli buns, and he intended to use the sea cucumber itself to make a dish of stir-fried sea cucumber with green onions.
Looking at the Goubuli buns on the stear, Chen Ze patted his hands in satisfaction.
"Manager, sir!" a crisp girlish voice called out.
"Ronna, just sit and wait a mont," Betty took the flower arrangent from Ronna’s hands and started placing them on each table.
As soon as Chen Ze heard Ronna’s na, he began to knead dough imdiately, as he needed to make pizza.
But before having pizza, perhaps he could join Ronna for lunch.
Chen Ze efficiently slid the pizza into the oven and then began to prepare stir-fried sea cucumber with scallions.
The preparation thod for the stir-fried sea cucumber was fairly simple, but the taste was very good. Although it was Chen Ze’s first attempt, his rich experience as a chef ant he soon produced a decent dish of stir-fried sea cucumber.
"Sister Betty! Those damned pirates have raised taxes again!" Ronna complained, grasping Betty’s hand.
"Oh dear, are all the nobles over there like this? I once t a good one who specialized in killing those unscrupulous nobles," Betty recalled the Aristocratic Assassin nad Destiny she had heard about.
"It would be great if there really were such good people around. The atmosphere in the village has been quite poor lately," Ronna said, a bit downhearted; there had been fewer laughs in the village these days.
"Mmm... I think that Aristocratic Assassin must be a cold person, able to hang those bad nobles with an expressionless face..." As Chen Ze watched Ronna’s daydreaming, he nearly laughed out loud.
"Cough cough... Ronna, Betty, ti to eat." Chen Ze brought out the stir-fried sea cucumber and beef stewed with potatoes.
"Cough cough... Miss He Luo, there’s a circus performance tonight... would you like to go together?" Destiny, dressed in a suit, looked awkwardly at the girl who was dozing off in her chair.
"Huh? Are you inviting to a circus performance?" He Luo looked at Destiny oddly.
"Yes..." Destiny swallowed nervously, his heart racing.
"No thanks." The response was as expected.
"But..." Destiny still wanted to try his luck.
"This is your hundred and eighth invitation, what are you trying to do?" He Luo took out a Magic Crystal and pressed it.
"I..." Destiny opened his mouth, but for the life of him, he couldn’t finish his sentence.
"So you just slunk back here?" Flea sat calmly, pouring a mug of beer for her teammate.
"Sigh... I just don’t know what He Luo is thinking," Destiny said, his face full of worries.
"Tsk tsk, you dare to call her He Luo here, but why do you only call her ’Miss He Luo’ in the shop?" Flea rcilessly teased her teammate.
"This... it’s different!" Destiny blushed, trying to defend himself.
"Boring, Reinhardt will be back soon. Do you want to go to that restaurant we visited last ti?" Flea stretched lazily, missing the food at Chen Ze’s restaurant.
"Forget it, I’m not going," Destiny shook his head.
"Haha, Destiny must be upset about being kicked out by the manager last ti, that’s why he doesn’t want to go," Reinhardt laughed heartily as he walked in through the door.
"You!" Destiny couldn’t help but roll his eyes. What kind of teammates were these, exposing his shortcoming so ruthlessly?
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