"Of course, this is the ’Dumplings Even a Dog Won’t Snub’ that I’ve painstakingly developed. Naturally, it tastes great," Chen Ze said with pride. For a while, these dumplings had beco the face of Dream Restaurant.
Once Chen Ze made a perfect version of the ’Dumplings Even a Dog Won’t Snub,’ he didn’t know what kind of bonus he would get, and he was also curious about what the passive effects of a lost cuisine would be.
"Dog... ’Dumplings Even a Dog Won’t Snub’? The nas of your Huaxia dishes really are unique," Soma Yukihira said with a puzzled face. He didn’t understand why such delicious buns would be called ’Dumplings Even a Dog Won’t Snub.’
"I personally think they’re quite alright," Chen Ze laughed. When it cos to these bizarre nas, who can compare with you guys?
Such as the Empire’s Ferocious Tigers or whatnot-aren’t those nad by you too?
"Can you teach how to make these dumplings?" Soma Yukihira grabbed another one, took a bite, and looked blissful.
"Sure, but I want your dad to co over and teach how to cook," Chen Ze nodded. This wasn’t difficult, but it did an getting Joichiro Yukihira to co and teach.
"Huh? Why do you want my dad to co? My culinary skills should be enough for you to learn from for a while," Soma Yukihira was a bit perplexed.
"Because you’ve told before that your dad has beaten you many tis, so I want to give it a try," Chen Ze gave the straightforward answer.
Although Soma Yukihira defeated his own brother in the later part of the manga, indirectly beating Joichiro Yukihira who held the title of ’Shura,’ that was in the future. With Soma Yukihira’s current culinary skill level, he still wasn’t a match for his dad.
"Eh? You’re quite strange, but alright. With such delicious dumplings, I think my dad would also be interested in trying them out," Soma Yukihira nodded, finishing off the dumplings in his hand.
"Good, then I’ll teach you..." Chen Ze was satisfied. With Shura guiding him, surely his culinary skills would improve even faster?
"No need, it won’t be too late to teach after my dad arrives," Soma Yukihira shook his hand, stopping Chen Ze’s intention to continue.
Chen Ze pondered for a mont and nodded. Otherwise, if he taught Soma Yukihira and his dad wasn’t willing to co, then Soma Yukihira would indeed be in an awkward position.
After seeing off Soma Yukihira, the ti just pointed to nine o’clock. Chen Ze stretched lazily, figuring that Betty and the other custors would be arriving soon. He just didn’t know who would co first.
"I’m here." The door was pushed open, and the first to enter was a blue-suited, bespectacled Kudo Shinichi.
"Hey, Kudo Shinichi, how co you’re so early today?" Chen Ze was surprised. Didn’t he have school today?
But recalling the weird tiline in ’The Adventures of Sherlock Hols,’ Chen Ze didn’t find it strange anymore. After all, from his elentary school days until his graduation, Conan had still remained an elentary school student.
"How do you know mine and Miyano Shiho’s nas?" Conan looked at Chen Ze calmly, not answering his question but instead directly voicing his own concern.
"That?..." Chen Ze wiped his knife, the gleaming blade making Conan wary.
"My code na is ’Baijiu,’ the Organization has been looking for you for a long ti, Kudo Shinichi," Chen Ze said with a sinister smile, waiting for Conan’s reaction.
"Sigh, is teasing that interesting to you?" Conan looked at Chen Ze with vacant eyes, clearly annoyed.
After heading back to Ran’s father’s detective agency yesterday, Conan cald down and thought things over thoroughly, eventually ruling out the possibility that Chen Ze was a mber of the Organization.
Plus, Xiao Ai had also told him that after observing the store manager, she found that the man seed to be ssing with them out of a sense of mischief.
"Hahaha, sorry, sorry. I couldn’t help myself for a mont," Chen Ze laughed, still not revealing the existence of the ’Conan’ manga to Conan.
The smarter they are, the greater the sense of disconnect they feel upon learning they’re rely fictional characters, and they’re more prone to extres.
If Conan, unable to cope, went back and joined a brewery, wouldn’t that ss up the plot?
"...So what was that about Moriarty you ntioned yesterday?" Conan, seeing that Chen Ze was reluctant to say more, changed the subject.
"My restaurant can bring in people from many other worlds. The Moriarty I ntioned..." Chen Ze began to explain, as Conan’s intelligence would lead him to understand this sooner or later anyway.
"He’s a guest from ’The Adventures of Sherlock Hols,’ right?" Conan interjected again, prompting Chen Ze to roll his eyes.
No wonder Ran called Shinichi a deductive freak, as he grasps new concepts really quickly.
"Although in your imagination, the professor is a fictional character, he does indeed exist in reality," Chen Ze clarified.
"Alright then, do you have any breakfast? I’m starving; I took leave this morning just to co here, and it took a great deal of convincing Dr. Agasa," Conan suddenly dropped the questions and found a chair to sit down in.
"Hmm... alright, what would you like to eat?" Chen Ze asked, tying on a headband after looking at Conan for a while.
"Anything, as long as it’s breakfast," Conan said, swinging his legs.
Chen Ze nodded and returned to the kitchen, already having an idea of what to make.
"How about a serving of ’Goubuli’ baozi and a glass of milk? No, no, no, better make it Paluda, then at least it’s still a Chinese-style breakfast." Chen Ze clapped his hands and then started to work on the first dish of the day.
The ’Goubuli’ baozi were quick to prepare, as Chen Ze simply needed to take them out of the stear, so he only made a cup of Paluda.
[You have created a rather good Paluda. Dessert making experience has increased by 5 points]
[A rather good Paluda has gained a reversal effect]
Chen Ze blinked in surprise. A trigger effect? And it was one he hadn’t seen before; he didn’t know how to deal with it. After all, the effect called ’reversal’ sounded quite ambiguous. He wasn’t sure if letting Conan drink it would cause any adverse reactions.
"But it should be fine..." Chen Ze hesitated for a mont but still brought it out.
So far, he hadn’t seen any effects that hard the guests; the System was usually quite reliable.
"This is baozi, right? And this is?" Conan looked curiously at the Paluda.
"Paluda, a specialty drink here. You should try it," Chen Ze said as he set down the items and returned to the kitchen.
Conan sniffed the Paluda; it didn’t have any off-putting scent.
Then he sipped it slowly, his eyebrows rose - it tasted quite nice.
But the next mont, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"This... what is this..." Conan clutched his chest in agony and collapsed to the floor.
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