My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 475 - 335: How Terrifying It Is When a Tsundere Lear

Chen Ze stroked his chin, it was almost ti to close the restaurant, but he didn’t know if there would be any more custors coming, or when Lafra planned to return.

"Betty, do you have any idea who Lafra might go to learn bartending from?" Chen Ze looked at Betty, puzzled. With Lafra’s intelligence, it seed strange that she hadn’t returned yet.

"I have no idea, Boss." Betty yawned and then propped her chin on the table, dozing off.

It wasn’t Betty’s fault, after all, there hadn’t been any other custors since Greenwich left, and the downti made Chen Ze feel he had enough ti to replay Pokémon Sword and Shield.

However, he couldn’t help but think that, of the Pokémon series, Sword and Shield was a lackluster entry; Chen Ze preferred Pokémon Alpha Sapphire instead.

"Sigh, this is so boring, what ti should I close up?" Chen Ze checked his phone; it was already 8:30 PM. He decided to wait another hour. If no custors ca by then, it would be ti to close up for the day.

"Lord Stan? Welco to Dream Restaurant~ Today we have mango mousse on the house." Betty’s voice, suddenly lively, ca in with the sound of the wind chi, and Chen Ze imdiately knew who the guest was.

"Buffet, ah...the ingredients are running low, probably enough for only five servings. Looks like I’ll have to restock tomorrow." Chen Ze looked at the ingredients he had taken out from the storage gemstone and shook his head.

"Twenty servings." Hearing about the free mango mousse, Stan felt no particular emotion inside; he simply calmly sat down, took the lemon water from Betty, and slowly took a sip.

"Sorry, Stan, we only have enough ingredients for five servings. Would you like to order sothing else?" Chen Ze smiled at Stan, feeling a bit awkward, since this was the first ti he couldn’t fulfill a custor’s request.

"Ten servings of skewered barbecue, five glasses of Lai i." Stan hesitated for a mont before nodding. He recalled the tis when he used to have late-night snacks with the flying squirrel.

"Late-night snacks?" That seed right, according to the flying squirrel. Back when he was human, he often went out for late-night snacks with friends.

Although Stan didn’t understand what being a corporate slave or the 996 work schedule as a blessing ant, he could sense the flying squirrel’s emotions.

The feeling of once being human, which was very cherished... very fortunate, was completely different from his current skeletal form.

"Alright." Chen Ze nodded. He hadn’t noticed Stan’s emotions, as the anthropomorphic Stan always had the sa cold expression on his face.

Back in the kitchen, Chen Ze twisted his neck. The barbecue was ten skewers per order, but asking custors to pick and grill themselves was too ti-consuming, so Chen Ze opted to thread the skewers himself.

A balanced mix of at and vegetables, rich in nutrition, he could guarantee the flavor even with the addition of so cultured fungi.

"Should I try grilling so of that Void Ginseng?" Chen Ze hesitated for a mont, then exhaled. The flavor was as fresh as ever; even if Chen Ze ate a big bowl of braised noodles with two cloves of garlic that night, it was still refreshing.

It was like a confirmation of chewing gum’s effectiveness.

However, Chen Ze ultimately gave up on the idea because the taste of Void Ginseng was too overpowering. It could easily suppress other flavors. What if the flavors got mixed up while grilling?

"Not bad." Stan nodded his approval. The taste of the mango mousse was excellent, and he was very satisfied.

But for so reason, Stan suddenly felt his mood worsen, to be precise, he felt a bit irritable?

This mood was very abnormal, extrely abnormal. In Stan’s long life, he couldn’t rember the last ti he had been angry.

Last ti I got angry... seed to be when I saw that woman, right?

Stan shook his head, for the first ti he didn’t suppress his instincts but instead adapted to embrace this feeling.

"Anger Magic: Fury at Heart," Stan raised his finger, feeling very satisfied with himself. Previously he had found it difficult to use emotional magic, but now he had grasped the principles of anger magic.

"Mr. Stan..." Chen Ze ca out with the barbecue and then saw Stan flipping him off.

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; what was going on?

"It’s magic, Manager. Thanks to you, I can finally release anger magic." Stan was very happy, but as he was imrsed in anger, there was a hint of gnashing teeth in his speech.

"The person who invented this magic must have a sick sense of humor," Chen Ze remarked, sowhat speechless. On Earth, flipping soone off was pretty much an international gesture.

And many people may struggle to learn a foreign language, but they always pick up swear words the fastest.

"Actually, it’s not too bad," Stan comnted noncommittally, taking the barbecue from Chen Ze and enjoying it gleefully.

"By the way, Stan, do you know any cocktail makers?" Chen Ze asked, looking at Stan with concern for Lafra’s situation.

"A cocktail maker? What do you need them for?" Stan asked, his words rarer than usual.

"It’s that Lafra seems to have gone to learn cocktail-making, but she hasn’t returned yet." Chen Ze was a bit conflicted; it seed like he had dug his own grave.

"Actually, I am the best cocktail maker, but Lafra probably wouldn’t co to . I heard that the most famous cocktail maker of the negative plane went missing this morning," Stan said, not finishing his sentence, but Chen Ze understood his aning.

"Wait a mont, I’ll go make the Buffet for you." Chen Ze returned to the kitchen, then made five portions of Buffet for Stan, using up all the remaining ingredients without any left over.

"This is my al fee." Stan ate quickly, wiping his lips. There were many things to deal with in the negative plane—he couldn’t delay for too long.

"Alright, looking forward to your next visit," Chen Ze nodded, then returned to the kitchen and stored the Moonlight Bear at that Stan had brought in the storage stone.

Then Chen Ze waited another hour, but still no custors ca, and neither did Lafra.

"Judging by Lafra’s character... she’s likely to co back when she’s learned enough, right?" Chen Ze felt sowhat confident about his proud and tsundere girlfriend.

"Hey! I’m saying, are you sure there is nothing wrong with your cocktail-making thod?" Lafra looked at the Berserker Demon in front of her, her gaze unfriendly.

"That... that... Lady Lafra... you’ve put the... put the wrong alcohol..." The Berserker Demon cocktail maker wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, now terribly flustered.

"...What? You’re saying it’s my fault? Go die a hundred tis!" Lafra’s anger flashed, revealing her fangs.

"Lady Lafra, please calm down. If he dies, then only Lord Stan has the highest level of cocktail-making skills," the Head Maid patiently appealed.

The Berserker Demon felt as if a barrage of alpacas had trampled over his heart more than a hundred tis. This life was unbearable!