How much treasure a Dragon possesses is a very difficult question to answer, much like the mad cat-torturer Schrödinger’s situation, a Dragon’s treasure only becos certain upon observation.
So Dragons are wealthy enough to rival nations, while others are so poor they might have to slice off their own flesh to pay debts. However, Hastur felt that this Red Dragon called Calamity was quite rich, at least rich enough to renovate and expand Hope City once more. Hastur didn’t bother with basic infrastructure or other buildings, choosing instead to let the city develop on its own.
"Betty, rember to co and take the mango mousse and other dishes out," Chen Ze glanced at his storage stone, which still had a hundred or two mango mousses inside. Giving so extras away, he would manage to distribute them all sooner or later.
"Alright, Manager." Betty walked in looking very dejected, causing the corners of Chen Ze’s mouth to twitch.
"What’s wrong with you now?" Chen Ze suspiciously eyed Betty. Had this guy been sneakily gaming again?
"Nothing, it’s just that the difference between humans, ah no, demons and gods is so huge..." Betty rubbed her face a bit to cheer herself up.
"It is quite big. Co in for dinner later," Chen Ze yawned. After receiving Hastur, it would be almost ti for bed. He also needed to ask Lafra what exactly that magical ingredient was.
As soon as Betty left to serve the dishes, Chen Ze started pondering what to eat tonight. Although he knew how to cook many dishes, eating the sa ones repeatedly could get tireso, so he planned to vary his als daily.
"Let’s see... what’s this? Intestine wrap? Sounds a bit exotic, but it should still be worth a try." Chen Ze suddenly flipped to a recipe that looked very unique and interesting.
"Local cuisine from south of Jiangsu and north of Zhejiang... Pig intestines... I don’t currently have that, I’ll need to go out and buy so." Chen Ze read through the specific cooking thod. The preparation of intestine wrap was quite special, involving rolling pig intestines around chopsticks to a thickness of two fingers, blanching them briefly, then simring or stewing them.
Chen Ze felt this dish was very suitable for himself because he had a pot of master stock, and it was well-aged. However, he still needed to go out and buy so ingredients.
"Hastur, take your ti eating, I’ll be out for a bit." Chen Ze picked up an umbrella. He had noticed it was raining before Hastur arrived.
"Hmm, but if you’re going out... never mind, it’s nothing," Hastur tilted his head and looked at Chen Ze, with an inexplicable glimr in his large eyes.
Chen Ze frowned. His eyes were really glowing!
"Say, why are your eyes glowing?" Chen Ze bowed his head. The light was almost blinding his titanium alloy dog’s eyes.
"Ah? Isn’t it a common saying that there’s a light in your eyes? So, I thought everyone could do it and just tried it out," Hastur was montarily stunned, then turned off the glow in his eyes.
"Dude, it’s just a taphor, you know..." Chen Ze rolled his eyes and then walked out.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the Manager really doesn’t get jokes." Hastur shook his head with a smile, then continued with his al.
Betty stood aside; she rarely took the initiative to watch other guests eat, especially Hastur and Nyarlathotep. For so reason, when these two patrons were eating, sotis they couldn’t maintain their illusory form and would reveal their indescribable true shapes.
Betty once accidentally caught a glimpse and was instantly protected by a magic circle. It was really terrifying.
anwhile, Chen Ze, holding his umbrella, strolled leisurely along the streets of Sun Moon City. Due to it being Saturday and the heavy rain, there weren’t many people on the streets, and he enjoyed this atmosphere very much.
"Right, my black-frad glasses." Chen Ze put on the glasses Team Rocket had given him.
After purchasing the pig intestines he wanted and so other missing ingredients, Chen Ze returned to his own restaurant.
As soon as he arrived back at the restaurant, Chen Ze noticed that Hastur was no longer there.
"Where’s Hastur? Did He leave?" Chen Ze looked around in confusion, indeed, Hastur was not in the restaurant.
"Lord Hastur is in the kitchen, He said He wanted to try cooking." Betty spread her hands, she found out that whenever Chen Ze was not in the restaurant, Hastur would just do whatever He pleased.
"Huh? Hastur is cooking?" Chen Ze couldn’t help but want to dig his ears to check if he was hearing things.
"Yes, just went in a few minutes ago." Betty nodded.
Chen Ze imdiately rushed into the kitchen, only to see Hastur holding a kitchen knife, but unable to pick it up at all.
"Hastur, what are you doing?" Chen Ze was sowhat speechless, thankful that the restaurant’s kitchen utensils couldn’t be used by outsiders.
"Cooking, of course. I wanted to try out my culinary skills, but it seems I won’t be able to do so right now." Hastur shook His head; He had just thought of drilling a hole to get in, but Chen Ze had returned before He could try it.
"Give it a try, I was just about to make sothing else too." Chen Ze sensed the magic circle for a mont and then granted Hastur access to a privilege, while also placing so ingredients nearby.
"Hmm?" Hastur looked at the lifted kitchen knife, deep in thought.
Chen Ze was focused on what he was doing. Although he failed the first ti, he managed it very smoothly on the second attempt. However, Chen Ze also slled a very strange odor.
"What is that sll?" Chen Ze turned his head in confusion, then saw Hastur pouring sothing out.
"What did you make?" Chen Ze curiously glanced over, then saw sothing resembling a piece of charcoal.
"Sweet potatoes. This person’s mory is flawed. In her mory, this is how she cooked sweet potatoes. I followed her thod, and it turned out like this." Hastur was quite calm, then He took another sweet potato from the ingredients Chen Ze had given Him.
"..." Chen Ze was sowhat speechless. That mory must belong to a dark cuisine master. Sweet potatoes turned to charcoal, so does that an they can expect soup with the taste of cake later?
"If you can’t cook it, just boil it; sweet potatoes generally taste good as long as they are cooked." Chen Ze sighed; such actions were simply a waste of good food, the sweet potatoes were crying inside, hey.
"Forget it, I give up. I’ve paid for the al." Hastur waved His hand, feeling the need to find a chef’s mory to read. Otherwise, this was truly unbecoming of a deity.
"Okay, next ti you co, I’ll make you a dragon at feast." Chen Ze nodded, then casually tossed the rolled up pig intestines into the simring pot.
Ti to close up.
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