"Welco to Dream Restaurant~ Esteed guests," Chen Ze was coming downstairs when Betty had already gone over to greet the custors, her smile brimming as she looked at the two in front of her.
"Hmm, I’d like sothing to eat, do you have any recomnded dishes?" The woman clad in black attire spoke up. She smiled at Betty and then found a seat to settle down, while the man following her inspected the surroundings continuously, almost as if he planned to dine and dash.
Betty imdiately took out the nu and handed the entire thing over to the woman in black.
"Guest, all the dishes here are delicious, so feel free to choose anything you like," Betty said proudly, although she wasn’t the one cooking. But the nu at Chen Ze’s place really was getting better and better.
"Oh? Then I shall choose carefully." The woman smiled and then nodded at Chen Ze, who happened to walk by.
Chen Ze also nodded back with a smile and then returned to the restaurant. He was sowhat curious about what the deal was with these people dressed all in black; could they also be employees from a distillery?
But Chen Ze didn’t pay it much mind. What did it matter if they were distillery workers? As long as they didn’t cause trouble, Chen Ze wouldn’t bother with them—it was Conan’s job to deal with them.
"Then I’ll have an order of Mapo Tofu, plus so pan-fried dumplings, and beef over rice too," the woman in black quickly decided on what she wanted for today, then handed the nu to her companion.
"Don’t they have ran here?" The man took the nu and glanced at it, frowning slightly. He only liked ran and wasn’t particularly interested in anything else.
"We do have that. What kind of ran would you like?" Chen Ze responded, curious as to why Japanese people were so fond of ran. Chen Ze himself had learned a bit about making ran while learning sauce creation from Joichiro Yukihira.
"Give a bowl of Tonkotsu Ran... no, make it two orders," the man thought for a mont and then gave his response.
"Alrighty, just a mont," Chen Ze clapped his hands and retreated back to the kitchen to prepare the dishes the two guests had requested.
As usual, Chen Ze made the Magical Mapo Tofu for the woman; after all, it tasted almost the sa as ordinary Mapo Tofu—but the Magical version glowed, making it extra attractive.
As for the pan-fried dumplings, Chen Ze couldn’t be bothered to comnt any longer. It wasn’t a particularly difficult dish to make, and the beef over rice was just a tad more ti-consuming to prepare.
"Ran, huh... speaking of ran, Naruto also liked it quite a bit. When he first ca, he probably thought this place was Uncle Ichiraku’s ran shop. Speaking of Uncle Ichiraku..." Chen Ze paused for a mont, and as a result, he cut the braised pork a bit too large.
Chen Ze twitched the corner of his mouth and then shook his head, picking up the chunk of pork and eating it.
He rembered reading a post which argued that Uncle Ichiraku’s real na was ’Otsutsuki Ichiraku,’ presented in such a convincing way that it was persuasive, much like how people beca experts on the Mythical Goku after its release.
"Should I have Naruto bring Uncle Ichiraku here next ti so I can learn his ran-making thod?" Chen Ze thought this idea wasn’t bad at all. Although he knew guests from other worlds, when it ca to making ran, Uncle Ichiraku was probably the expert.
"Tsk tsk, maybe as I make the ran, Student Koizumi will walk in. After all, she’s a crazy ran enthusiast." Chen Ze smiled, finished his preparations, and moved onto handling other matters.
Many people, when they think of Japanese ran, first consider the broth, which is indeed quite important. In fact, the importance of the broth is often considered above the noodles themselves. However, this doesn’t an that the noodles can just be treated carelessly.
"Would you like your noodles firm or soft?" Chen Ze poked his head out and asked.
"Firm is fine," the man in black hesitated for a mont but quickly responded to Chen Ze’s question.
"Alright," Chen Ze nodded. Generally speaking, the firmness of Japanese noodles can be categorized into eight levels, but Chen Ze had only mastered a few basic thods of making noodles, and firm noodles were one of the few he could make.
The woman and the man were looking at their phones, finding no signal. Even the radio signals were completely disrupted upon entering, confirming Gin and Vodka’s statents that the restaurant seed to completely block all signals.
Orange Liquor looked at Betty with keen interest. She was a scientist in the organization, specializing in biology. The wings on the back of this server, from every angle, seed as real as actual wings.
"What’s your na?" Orange Liquor asked.
Betty was taken aback for a mont, then glanced around. Indeed, there was no one else close by, and she realized that the female custor was addressing her.
"Hello, guest, my na is Betty. Is there anything I can assist you with?" Betty approached, still wearing her professional smile.
"You’re quite pretty. Are you using any costics?" Orange Liquor was skilled at socializing, and among won, starting a conversation with costics was always a good choice.
"Eh? I don’t wear makeup. I am naturally beautiful; this is my bare face," Betty blinked. Was a succubus like her in need of makeup? Absolutely not.
Moreover, succubi could adjust their magic power and use it to beautify themselves, so Betty never paid attention to any beauty products.
"..You also maintain your figure quite well," Orange Liquor took a deep breath. How did this server manage conversations? After that opening statent, Orange Liquor didn’t even know what to say.
The man’s shoulder twitched, then he continued to read the newspaper in his hands as if nothing happened. God knows how long he had been reading that paper.
"About that, I can’t get fat. After all, succubi don’t gain weight, hehe~" Betty was proud, although she had actually gained a little weight, but in front of others, she chose to be shaless.
"I’m quite envious," Orange Liquor ant it sincerely, but she was reviewing her knowledge of succubi in her mind.
"Betty, co and serve the dishes," Chen Ze clapped his hands, all the dishes were ready, including the ran.
Chen Ze looked at the plates in front of him and hesitated for a mont, then took out two mango mousses and placed them on the plates, wondering what he might have missed previously.
"Okay!" Betty nodded and went in cheerfully.
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