"Manager, what did you do?" Betty exclaid, bringing Chen Ze back to reality as he was engrossed in his culinary research.
"What’s the matter?" Chen Ze walked out curiously. There was only one custor in the restaurant, the famous detective Shinichi Kudo.
But the next mont, Chen Ze saw Conan writhing on the ground in pain, clutching his chest.
"What’s wrong with you?" Chen Ze hurried over and helped Conan back to his feet.
However, imdiately afterward, Chen Ze saw Conan’s body start to stretch and grow heavier, his hands elongating, his stature also increasing.
In this way, under the watchful eyes of Chen Ze and Betty, Conan transford back into Shinichi Kudo.
The only slightly awkward part was that the clothes of his younger self were clearly too small, so that the grown-up Shinichi Kudo burst out of them.
"Betty, go upstairs and get a set of my clothes," Chen Ze said, sowhat speechless. Why couldn’t you wear the ’Hulk’s Underwear’ brand which wouldn’t rip no matter how much you grew?
Before long, Betty ca down holding a set of Chen Ze’s clothes, and then Chen Ze draped them over Shinichi Kudo. As for how to put them on, that would be Shinichi’s problem when he woke up.
"Manager, what’s going on here?" Betty looked at Shinichi, then back at Chen Ze.
"It’s okay, he just ate sothing and might have gotten a bit too excited," Chen Ze wasn’t sure how to explain, since it was rather complicated.
"Eh? Is that so?" Betty paused, but thinking of the various strange custors, she accepted the explanation.
"What happened to ..." Shinichi sat up, painfully clutching his head. He rembered he had just been eating at that peculiar restaurant.
"I drank sothing like milk... and then I..." Coming to from unconsciousness and recalling previous events took so ti.
"That’s right! I rember now!" Shinichi suddenly sat up straight, realizing there was definitely sothing off with that drink!
"Sir, please put on your clothes first," Betty said, a tad exasperated, yet still reminded Shinichi.
"Sir? Clothes?" Shinichi looked at his own body, and it instantly dawned on him what had occurred.
"I... I returned to my old self?" Shinichi was visibly thrilled; he had actually transford back into Shinichi Kudo.
"Guest, this transformation may only be temporary," Chen Ze walked out from the kitchen, having deduced what the reversing effect must have been.
Clear enough, the reversal had inverted the effect that shrunk Conan, successfully turning him back into Shinichi Kudo.
"Was it you? So it was that drink?" Shinichi was quick to catch on.
"Yeah, but generally it only lasts for around three days, so do whatever you need to do quickly," Chen Ze nodded. It was good to deal with smart people; no need for lengthy explanations.
"Then I’ll co back for another drink after a while..." Shinichi thought of a solution.
"That’s not possible, this thing is difficult to make," Chen Ze shook his head, not really in control of the probabilities.
"Is that so..." Shinichi was a bit disappointed, but being able to change back for three days was quite nice too.
"Then I’ll take my leave, I have a lot to do," Shinichi stood up. As good as the food here at Chen Ze’s was, he had more important things on his mind.
"Why the rush? Unless you’re planning to go through a day of suffering, hoping to make your parents grandparents soon," Chen Ze teased as he looked at Shinichi.
"You... I didn’t have that in mind," Shinichi’s face turned red instantly.
Still, he picked up the Goubuli baozi and took a bite.
Then Shinichi sat there, patiently finishing the Goubuli baozi and the Paluda.
"What do you plan to use to pay this ti?" Chen Ze asked with a happy smile.
"This," Shinichi felt his clothes, but then realized that he was not wearing his usual attire.
Next, Shinichi took a pair of glasses out of his small clothes and handed them to Chen Ze.
"What’s this?" Chen Ze was a bit puzzled; even though Conan’s high-tech glasses were nice, Chen Ze didn’t need them.
"I had the professor make these especially for you. When you wear these glasses, you can see how to cut each vegetable more evenly," Shinichi said earnestly.
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he wasn’t obsessive-compulsive, feeling uncomfortable if things weren’t neat.
"Alright then, I’ll accept it, and welco you to co again," Chen Ze said with a face full of reluctance as he pocketed the glasses.
After sending off Shinichi, Chen Ze suddenly realized he might have been on the losing end. How was he going to charge for the suit?
"Feels like a loss," Chen Ze shook his head, casting aside these absurd thoughts.
Chen Ze checked his phone and saw a private ssage on the food forum’s website.
[Relaxed Bear Not So Relaxed: Hello shop owner, I’m a food vlogger doing a 100-yuan takeout series. If you’re interested, I’ll charge you 3000 yuan to promote your restaurant. I have over three hundred thousand followers.]
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; now he had all sorts of custors, even one who wanted to charge him money to eat his food.
Chen Ze briefly replied no need and set his phone aside, deciding to continue refining his cooking skills.
Moreover, Chen Ze had seen plenty of food vloggers; he couldn’t deny that they could enrich his cultural life.
"Maybe I should make so drunken chicken..." Chen Ze nearly blurted out the word.
"I’m done with this; why is speaking so difficult now?" Chen Ze rolled his eyes and then started to look up recipes.
However, Chen Ze soon gave up, not because he couldn’t make it—after all, the thod for making drunken chicken wasn’t particularly difficult.
It was just that Chen Ze realized he didn’t have any rose wine on hand, and after all, the na ’drunken chicken’ originates from rose wine.
But then Chen Ze rembered that he had three other types of liquor; not to ntion the Thunderbrew Lager but whether it was the Elizabeth given to him by Lafra or the Sorrow Sake given to him by phisto, both were fine wines.
In the end, Chen Ze decided to try using Elizabeth first, as the Sorrow Sake was pure alcohol.
The thod for making drunken chicken wasn’t complicated; Chen Ze just followed the recipe and replaced the rose wine with Elizabeth.
Chen Ze kept stewing the chicken, flipping it back and forth eight tis before turning off the heat; according to the recipe, only this thod could yield an authentic drunken chicken.
[You have made an exquisite "Drunken Chicken (Modified)," and your Huaxia Cuisine experience points increased by 10.]
Chen Ze smiled with satisfaction, pleased that his experint was a success, and the combination of Elizabeth and chicken paired very well. He just wondered how it would taste.
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