My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 359 - Two Hundred and Nineteen: Delicacies Are Alway

Destiny looked at the white bread in the plate with so curiosity, not quite understanding why Flea and Reinhardt held this restaurant in such high esteem.

It even felt a bit like an obsession, at least that’s what Destiny thought.

Moreover, he had eaten many dishes, including the precious cuisine of great nobles, but they all seed just fine to him.

"Are you sure this is delicious?" asked Destiny, sowhat awkwardly, still not convinced that the taste would be anything special.

It looked just like any white bread.

"Definitely delicious," Flea had no doubts, as she had never had any bad dishes at Chen Ze’s place.

Destiny hesitated for a mont but still picked up a bun and slowly took a bite.

Destiny had a fine sense of taste, and he could tell that the first bite was soft and sticky, but it also carried the fragrance of grains.

Then, the next mont, he felt as though he had bitten into sothing; a rich broth and at filling burst into his mouth, stimulating his taste buds.

Full of aty juices and an indescribably fresh taste, Destiny couldn’t help but close his eyes. Eating this bun, he felt as if his whole body were thrown into an ocean of delectable foods, and with each bite, it beca even more flavorful.

The first bite was filled with aty juices, the second was a richness that couldn’t be diluted, and the third had a hint of crispness. The scorching broth and chewy filling all elevated the deliciousness of the bun by a notch.

And these flavors didn’t clash; they imdiately gave Destiny a floating-on-clouds feeling. If he didn’t know he was not under any illusion magic, he would’ve thought he was under a spell.

"This is really good," Flea licked her lips. For a powerhouse like her, even hundred-degree water could be drunk as a cold drink, let alone such soup.

"Yeah, the chef’s cooking still touches the heart," Reinhardt also squinted his eyes; here he could relax and enjoy these gourt foods to his heart’s content.

"I think I know why you both praise this restaurant so much," Destiny picked up another bun, biting into it with a face full of bliss.

"Hehe, now you know why I insisted on bringing you here, right?" Flea was smug, as she was the first one to have co to this restaurant.

"Chef, what did you add inside? Tianjin’s Goubuli buns are good, but not quite like this, right?" Betty asked, her face full of confusion. She had eaten Chen Ze’s buns before.

"This is a new and improved version you have not tried," Chen Ze began to introduce, using a unique Mandarin accent.

"An even more refined Goubuli bun," Chen Ze was proud. Although the recipe was given by the System, he had still studied and experinted with it for a while on his own.

And if he hadn’t managed to make a passable Goubuli bun on his own, the System would not have acknowledged it, so from a certain point of view, this was indeed his own achievent.

"I thought you might have added computer parts in there," Betty said with a disinterested face, causing the corners of Chen Ze’s mouth to twitch.

Computer parts... She must have definitely watched ’A Certain Magical Index’!

"Would you like to try one?" asked Chen Ze. He gave Flea and the others eighteen, leaving two behind.

"Eh? Can I?" Betty’s eyes lit up.

"Of course," Chen Ze nodded, as he was only giving Betty one anyway.

"Wow wow wow! What kind of divine food is this?!" Betty exclaid loudly as Chen Ze just dismissed it with a disdainful curl of his lip; it wasn’t even at the perfect level yet.

If it were perfect, you might just eat yourself to death, no?

"Manager, let’s settle the bill," Flea said, contentedly licking her lips. She really liked the bun; it was just a bit small and not quite filling enough.

"Although it’s delicious, there’s just too little of it." Destiny felt a bit regretful looking at the empty plate in front of him, wondering why he had eaten it so quickly that he hadn’t fully savored the flavor.

"The food here is always not quite enough, but that’s also good, restraining oneself is indeed a path of cultivation," Reinhardt said with a calm deanor.

"Flea, what do you plan on using to settle the bill this ti?" Chen Ze asked with a chuckle as he walked out, arriving at the always delightful paynt stage.

"This, I’ve prepared it in advance," Flea said proudly, taking a small item out of her bosom.

"What is this?" Chen Ze asked curiously, as the item looked like a ping pong ball, and he wasn’t sure what it was for.

"This is fish milt, it’s sothing from a kind of deep-sea fish," explained Flea earnestly, but Chen Ze still didn’t understand what exactly fish milt was.

"Actually, it’s a kind of fish roe from a deep-sea fish, except a single one of those fish might only have ten grains. You must have collected quite a few to have this much," Destiny glanced over and recognized it imdiately.

"Thank you, Flea," Chen Ze said, satisfied as he took it. He figured the item could probably be used for sothing, even though he wasn’t great at making caviar, but it could likely be used in Western cuisine.

And suddenly Chen Ze rembered that there was this French dish with an exceptional taste, though the source of its ingredients was rather cruel.

But Chen Ze still planned to buy it and give it a try, after all, it was a dish that could conquer a great number of people. As a chef, he would regret not attempting it.

It seems he could buy it on Taobao later since it certainly wouldn’t be available in the supermarkets; Chen Ze mused as he looked at the fish roe contained in the bottle.

"Manager? What are you thinking about?" Betty waved her hand in front of Chen Ze, rousing him from his deep thoughts.

"Eh? Where did Flea and the others go?" Chen Ze shook his head; the restaurant was already empty.

"Miss Flea has already left. What were you thinking about, manager?" Betty grew even more curious, as it was rare for her to see Chen Ze so lost in thought.

"I was considering tomorrow’s dish," Chen Ze smiled, then opened his phone, searched for the ingredient, and proceeded to buy it.

Such an ingredient should be delivered as fast as possible.

"What is it?" Betty wagged her tail.

"Foie gras, specifically, French foie gras," Chen Ze glanced at Betty.

Betty, with her indulgent eating habits, might as well be compared to those specially raised geese, right? Yet Betty was indulging willingly, and all in gourt food, whereas those fard geese were force-fed, having fatty liver thrust upon them...

Despite this, many people still yearned for French foie gras simply because its flavor was too irresistible to give up.

"Eh?" Betty blinked, puzzled. Why did she feel, just for a mont, a look of pity in the manager’s eyes?