"Mr. phisto, it’s been a long ti." Chen Ze smiled and greeted the well-known Hell Monarch, then sniffed the air and looked apologetically at phisto.
"I’m sorry, Mr. phisto, the previous two guests were drinking for a while, so the sll in the restaurant isn’t very good right now." Chen Ze thought about his mango mousse, exactly five hundred and three, no more, no less. If he had to sell them, he had no idea how long it would take, so Chen Ze planned to give them out as dessert after the al.
"It’s alright, I’m just a bit curious as to why the portal appeared in my bedroom this ti?" phisto’s face was filled with bafflent, especially since it popped up just as he planned to do sothing he enjoyed. As a result, phisto suspected that Chen Ze might actually be soone on the level of a Divine King, otherwise, how could it appear without any warning on his part?
"Actually, I can’t control the location where the portal shows up," Chen Ze spread his hands, his portal was as unpredictable as a ghost, and even he had no idea when it would appear.
Chen Ze even felt that he might not be able to control which world or place the portal opened to, it was entirely random, but this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. After all, surprises can be pleasant.
"I see..." phisto nodded, smiling, but Cheng Ze couldn’t tell if he really believed him. Regardless, even if phisto didn’t believe it, Chen Ze didn’t have much of a solution.
"Since I’m already here, I might as well eat sothing. Does the manager have any fresh and delicious souls on sale now?" phisto found a spot to sit and licked his lips, his stomach was quite hungry now.
"Sorry, we don’t sell such things here," Chen Ze shook his head, what a joke, did he look like he sold souls? Anyone who didn’t know any better might think his place was shady.
"Then give so barbecue, you do have that, right?" phisto looked at Chen Ze, he was really worried Chen Ze might say no again.
"We do have that." Chen Ze nodded, as long as what phisto wanted was normal barbecue, Chen Ze definitely had it.
"Also, a portion of alcohol, any kind will do, and then just add sothing else that you, the manager, think is delicious," phisto added.
"All righty." Watching Betty pour phisto a glass of Thunderbrew Lager, Chen Ze returned to the kitchen to start preparing the items phisto wanted for the day.
For the barbecue, he decided to go with an improved Argentine version, which tasted great and was convenient to make.
"But what should I make for the other dishes phisto asked for?" Chen Ze was a bit conflicted.
Chen Ze was no longer the unremarkable chef he used to be; he had many specialty dishes and even perfect dishes at his disposal. While Chen Ze did want to serve phisto a perfect piece of paper-wrapped fried chicken, he couldn’t just yet as it would have to wait until the next day.
In the end, Chen Ze decided to serve phisto a portion of Magical Mapo Tofu, accompanied by Wensi Tofu, and finally, end with Red Braised Pork Rice.
As Chen Ze got busy, a pleasant fragrance slowly filled the restaurant. phisto remained unmoved, just resting his chin in his hands with a smile as he watched the kitchen.
phisto thought of his countless avatars in nurous parallel universes, one of which seed to know a rather powerful human Mage, referred to in that world as the Supre Magician.
However, the information was incomplete, and phisto did not know the true strength of the Supre Magician.
Now, phisto was sowhat suspicious. Could it be that the restaurant manager he knew was actually an avatar of the Supre Magician in this world? Otherwise, there would be no explanation for how a portal could be opened directly in his bedroom without his notice, a feat not even Jehovah found easy to achieve.
Chen Ze had no idea he was considered by phisto to be the incarnation of a powerful entity from another parallel world. He was focused on making Magical Mapo Tofu, as he had consulted Joichiro Yukihira and was now aware of so minor mistakes he had made in the past.
[You made a perfect dish of Magical Mapo Tofu, otherworldly cuisine crafting experience increased by 20 points.]
Chen Ze was delighted, it had been a very long ti since he last made a perfect Magical Mapo Tofu, and now he had finally managed to do it again.
"Betty, co in and serve the dish." Chen Ze clapped his hands. Besides the Mapo Tofu not yet being exquisite, the Braised Pork had received an exquisite rating, but what satisfied Chen Ze the most was the perfect Magical Mapo Tofu.
"Manager... I have to tell you, that custor earlier kept staring over here, I don’t know what he was thinking about." Betty cautiously said as she walked in.
Chen Ze peered out curiously and indeed saw Mr. phisto staring seriously at his spot, very focused. Chen Ze thought if he were cast to play a role like Amah Rock, it would be a natural fit.
Chen Ze gave an awkward smile and then retreated back, asking Betty to serve all the dishes.
"Um, Mr. phisto, what are you looking at?" Chen Ze took another glance at the dining area where phisto was still gazing at him, not even paying attention to the al placed on the table.
"I’m looking at you, Mr. Manager," said phisto very directly, causing Chen Ze to shiver involuntarily.
After all, this was phisto, and who knew what kind of character the other party was. What if phisto took a liking to Chen Ze?
"The flavors of the manager’s dishes are really getting better and better," praised phisto. He loved how these luminescent dishes tasted.
Chen Ze said nothing, hiding in the kitchen, thinking about what to cook next.
phisto wanted to laugh; he had actually heard Betty’s words just now, which made him a bit displeased. You see, he was a man with a preference for won with pretty figures and good looks—he had no interest in n. That’s why phisto decided to play a joke on Chen Ze.
phisto was very satisfied with his al; the taste of the Argentinian barbecue was incredible, and it was different from any he had tried before—refreshing and not greasy.
"Manager, this is the paynt for the al, and also, I’m not interested in n. I was just joking with you earlier, please don’t mind it," phisto said as he pulled out sothing bizarre from his pocket...
"Is this a worm?" Chen Ze, now at ease, finally ca out.
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