My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 383 - 243 Where is the Perfect Turtle Jelly Perfect?

"Honored One, thank you very much." Xie BiAn bowed respectfully to Chen Ze, and he had to say that Chen Ze’s turtle jelly truly exceeded his imagination.

Ordinarily, the transcendence of a Lei Huen was an extrely troubleso matter, and even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva needed to spend half a day reciting scriptures to help them transcend.

Thus, Xie BiAn really did not expect that Chen Ze only needed to make a portion of turtle jelly to send this Lei Huen directly into reincarnation.

"It’s a trifle, but still, the al needs to be paid for." Chen Ze waved his hand, after all, it was just a bowl of turtle jelly.

However, the happiest thing for him was that his dessert skills had leveled up, and he had even made a perfect-level dish.

"May I know what the Honored One would like?" Xie BiAn clasped his hands together and asked.

"Anything will do." Chen Ze did not want to take anything too expensive, sothing ordinary would be fine, considering the cost of making turtle jelly wasn’t very high.

And since he made fifteen bowls from a single pot of turtle jelly, naturally, he should charge a bit less.

"Then, Honored One, would this be acceptable?" Xie BiAn took out a copper coin, but this coin seed a bit different.

Curiously, Chen Ze took it, finding it was a paper copper coin, strangely weighing about the sa as a tal one.

"What is this?" Chen Ze grew even more perplexed. He had seen many copper coins, as there were frequently fakes sold as antiques at street stalls, often including various copper coins.

But he had never seen such a copper coin before, and for so reason, it felt slightly cold in his hand.

"To report to the Honored One, this copper coin is a common currency used in the Underworld, valued at a hundred taels of gold," Xie BiAn imdiately explained.

"All right, then I’ll accept it." Chen Ze nodded, feeling that the item would be rather useful.

"Easy-going and detached, truly a noble person." Xie BiAn uttered in admiration as he watched the wooden door disappear behind him.

"Hmm." Fan Wujiu nodded, agreeing with his companion’s remark.

"Let’s return to the Underworld to report back," Xie BiAn said, looking around before he and Fan Wujiu vanished into thin air.

anwhile, Chen Ze was eating turtle jelly with Lafra and Betty.

"This has a rather unique flavor." Lafra licked her lips, finding the black jelly-like substance quite delicious.

"Yes, it’s a bit sweet, but also sowhat bitter," Betty concurred, nodding as she had another bowl.

Chen Ze held his spoon, gazing at the empty bowl in front of him, and fell into contemplation.

The taste of turtle jelly could only be described as fairly delicious, bittersweet, with the sweetness not too overwhelming, even carrying a hint of an aftertaste that refreshed the palate.

Chen Ze smacked his lips; the perfect-level turtle jelly disappointingly did not live up to the flawless taste he had imagined and seed to even fall short compared to the exquisite Buffet.

"This makes no sense..." Chen Ze frowned. According to the System, the evaluation was infallible, so why did this perfect-level turtle jelly lose out in taste to other things?

"Very strange." Lafra stroked her stomach, looking puzzled.

"What’s wrong?" Chen Ze turned to Lafra.

"I feel like after eating this turtle jelly, so of the impurities in my body have been cleared away." Lafra touched her cheek.

Chen Ze stared blankly, then suddenly smacked his palm, realizing why he had felt that sothing was amiss all along.

Turtle jelly, after all, is a type of traditional Chinese dicine, strictly defined as dicine rather than anything else, so its perfection must refer to sothing other than its taste.

Having resolved his psychological doubts, Chen Ze’s mood instantly relaxed.

However, there were no custors afterwards, not even Hastur showed up. Chen Ze wondered if he was still engrossed in building the simulated city.

Chen Ze heard from Lafra that Hope City had now beco a haven for all the oppressed races of the negative planes, with masses of slaves running there every day, longing for their own redemption in that place.

"In that case, the pressure on your Dark Council must be quite significant," Chen Ze and Lafra sat in the restaurant. Betty had already left, and Chen Ze had locked the door, intending to enjoy so private ti with Lafra.

"Yes, recently many races have been complaining to Stan, making his head shine even brighter," Lafra said with a schadenfreude smile. In her view, it was a relief that this wasn’t happening during her shift, or else she would be the one with the headache.

"Head... shine brighter?" Chen Ze blinked, wondering what she ant. He had heard of headaches or going bald, but never of a head shining.

"Because Stan is a skeleton mage, so his Soul Fire is in his eye sockets. When he gets emotional, the Soul Fire will burn brighter," Lafra explained to Chen Ze who didn’t understand.

The corners of Chen Ze’s mouth twitched slightly—this was probably akin to a candle or maybe a jack-o’-lantern.

"Looks like I shouldn’t have suggested Hastur play with the simulated city in the first place," Chen Ze shook his head. This ss was his own doing; if it weren’t for his suggestion, Hastur wouldn’t have gotten involved in so simulated city project.

"It’s all good," Lafra waved her hand dismissively and then rested her head on Chen Ze’s shoulder.

Chen Ze’s breath caught for a mont.

Chen Ze silently pressed on the Magic Stone, and suddenly the whole restaurant transford into a lakeside under the stars, complete with distant woods.

Chen Ze looked up at the starry sky. Although he knew this was a magical illusion, he had to admit, the view was quite spectacular.

"I..." Chen Ze started to speak but hesitated, not knowing how to express his feelings or what to say.

"..." Lafra didn’t speak, but instead gripped Chen Ze’s hand tightly.

In that setting, Chen Ze suddenly recalled a little dialogue.

"I want to sleep with you." It sounds crude and tireso to hear.

But if you say, "I want to wake up with you," the taste suddenly changes.

So, speaking has always been an art, and those who can sweet-talk are often seen as having high emotional intelligence.

Chen Ze rembered a male host from Japan nad Roland, who charged a high price; yet chatting with him revealed that he had high emotional intelligence and spoke nicely.

Then Chen Ze also recalled Che Guevara, who had once said a famous quote.

"The big brothers in the police station talk nicely too, all talented. I like it there the most."

By that logic, are all the emotionally intelligent people in the station?

"Pfft..." Chen Ze couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Then when he lowered his head, he saw Lafra looking at him with an expression straight out of a horror movie, sending shivers down Chen Ze’s spine.

"Um... listen to , I was just... ah no, let explain!"