My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal Chapter 553 - Four Hundred and Thirteen: Mid-Autumn Festival

The making of durian pizza isn’t complicated, although using durian as a topping for pizza might seem odd. Once the durian is added to the pizza and heated, its strong flavor becos much milder and not to the point of being off-putting; at least Chen Ze could hardly sll it.

"This should be good..." Chen Ze nodded, then packed the pizza into a box, placed it into a bag, and handed it to Betty to take out.

"I’m going out to shop for so things; you guys start eating" Chen Ze said with a smile as he greeted Moriarty, then ruffled Ronna’s hair before grabbing his black-frad glasses and heading out the door.

When it cos to the Mid-Autumn Festival, the first thing that naturally cos to mind is mooncakes—Huaxia’s tradition. During the festival, families gather, share mooncakes and admire the moon, then enjoy so drinks together. How delightful that is.

However, as ti progresses, the varieties of mooncake flavors have multiplied, with even braised pork mooncakes becoming available, which is truly astounding. But it seems that so mooncakes are becoming more region-specific.

Take the five-nut mooncake, for example. Despite yearly complaints about its taste and questions about why manufacturers continue to produce them, the fact that they do indicates that five-nut mooncakes still have their value. At least there are consurs willing to pay for them.

"But if I were to choose for myself, I’d still pick the ham mooncake," Chen Ze chuckled. As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, the streets grew busier, with crowds coming and going and vendors’ cries adding a bustling atmosphere.

Sun Moon City naturally also boasts many region-specific mooncakes, such as termite mushroom mooncakes and beef liver mushroom mooncakes, which Chen Ze had never tried, wondering if they would taste odd.

The taste of fruit mooncakes wasn’t very good either. Although called fruit mooncakes, they hardly contained any fruit but were filled instead with so sticky substances, which Chen Ze didn’t particularly like.

But Chen Ze’s outing wasn’t to buy mooncakes—he planned to make them himself. His trip was to buy ingredients, including another item that beca available during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He recalled Tang Guoli’s verse: "Not for Yangcheng Lake crabs need one live in Suzhou." It demonstrated the epicurean nature to its limits, but also indirectly proved how once Yangcheng Lake’s hairy crabs were such a highly acclaid delicacy.

Yet with the developnt of modern society and the convenience of technology and logistics, hairy crabs are no longer exclusive to Yangcheng Lake. Chen Ze’s trip this ti was specifically to buy hairy crabs.

There are many ways to prepare hairy crabs, and their overall taste is wonderful. The price for top-quality hairy crabs is also very high, but there are many more affordable options that have opened people’s wallets.

Chen Ze wasn’t skilled in selecting hairy crabs; he rely followed the thod taught by Joichiro Yukihira, but it didn’t seem to be very effective.

Luckily, Chen Ze had a Divine Artifact, so he quietly put on his black-fra glasses and began selecting tomorrow’s necessary hairy crabs.

Subsequently, Chen Ze spent ten thousand dollars on hairy crabs, each one of the finest quality and without any issues, though the price tag did cause him so heartache.

"Alright, now to buy the ingredients for making mooncakes," Chen Ze went towards another part of the farrs’ market. The crab vendor would deliver the crabs to his place upon a phone call from Chen Ze—ho delivery was quite convenient.

By the ti Chen Ze returned to the restaurant, Ronna and Moriarty had already left, without giving Chen Ze a chance to invite them to dine the next day.

"Oh well, let’s call it fate," Chen Ze shook his head, then picked up the book Moriarty had left behind and walked into the kitchen. It must be another volu from The Adventures of Sherlock Hols.

Because of the presence of Jack the Ripper, the world of Sherlock Hols had seen an increase in cases. Chen Ze had translated the book with his rudintary English and found it was called "The Bloody Wings," which wasn’t written by Conan Doyle.

It seed that world had experienced so deviations, but it didn’t affect Chen Ze.

"Manager, what did you buy?" Betty looked at Chen Ze with a bit of curiosity.

Chen Ze had moved everything by himself earlier, and it took a long ti.

"Phew... just the things we need for tomorrow." Chen Ze rolled his eyes. If it weren’t for Betty being there, why would he bother moving stuff himself? He could have just let the movers bring everything in.

"Hehe~ Can I bring Lindsay over tomorrow?" Betty sensed the sll of a feast.

"Sure." Chen Ze nodded. Tomorrow was a day for family reunions, so naturally he didn’t mind having more guests.

"You’re so nice, Manager~" Betty wagged her tail happily back and forth.

Chen Ze checked his phone, it was already past midnight, and he had sent a ssage on WeChat, yet his younger sister had not replied.

Speaking of which, she seed to still be in school. Sun Moon City’s Number One Middle School was a prestigious institution with a high university entry rate, but that also ant there was a lot of pressure to study.

Although school would be out for the holiday tomorrow, his sister had ntioned renting a place outside to study more diligently, especially after learning about Chen Ze having a girlfriend.

"I’ll make sothing tomorrow, then have soone deliver it over." Chen Ze stroked his chin, thinking the idea was feasible.

Chen Ze didn’t dwell on it any further, planning to look up recipes for hairy crabs first, and then choose the best thods for cooking them tomorrow.

But just as Chen Ze clicked on the search, the signal dropped, making the corner of his mouth twitch.

"Pretty big sister, have you seen my daddy?" As soon as this voice erged, Chen Ze imdiately understood which custor had arrived.

"Little sister, do you have a photo of your daddy? Maybe big sister has seen him," Betty adopted a new approach, one she had co up with after furiously playing through a romance ga the night before.

"I... I don’t have a photo of daddy. Daddy is tall, his hair is like this, very gentle." The little girl tried to stand on her tiptoes, reaching up to show, but she was too short to convey an accurate height.

"Eh? I think I have seen such a custor, little sister. Why don’t you co and sit in the restaurant for a while? That guest will be here soon," Betty said with a kind smile.

"This..." The little girl hesitated; she rembered her father telling her not to trust strangers easily, but this big sister said she had seen her father before...

Betty felt as if she was watching a countdown; it was clear that if she didn’t do sothing at this mont, she might very well trigger the little girl’s escape route.

"Big sister has yummy lollipops here~"

Chen Ze’s mouth twitched. That sounded like sothing a creep would say!