Although Conan had many opinions, Chen Ze was very determined to send him away. Chen Ze didn’t want his place to beco so kind of strange place; he was a chef, soone who ran a restaurant.
"Manager, why don’t you open the restaurant late at night?" Betty curiously looked at Chen Ze, since there were no custors in the restaurant, it was her break ti.
"Why should I?" Chen Ze looked at Betty, puzzled. He had no idea why she suddenly asked this question.
"It’s just that I feel... it would be better at night, right?" Betty expressed her thoughts to Chen Ze.
"Have you been watching ’Midnight Diner’ lately?" Chen Ze eyed Betty skeptically. She must have watched ’Midnight Diner’. Though it’s quite a good show, it’s not very suited to the situation in Huaxia.
In Huaxia, late-night diners were relatively rare; barbecue stalls were closer to the real situation. Although there were so who followed the trend and opened late-night diners, after all, you have to make a living, and without a certain economic foundation and the owner’s perseverance, it’s very difficult to keep operating.
"Hehe, you caught ~" Betty scratched her head in embarrassnt, thinking the manager hadn’t seen that TV series.
"It’s fine, and besides, the restaurant isn’t suitable for opening at night. Plus, I haven’t adjusted my biological clock, so our restaurant won’t be open after midnight unless there’s a special circumstance," Chen Ze stretched lazily. Lafra still hadn’t returned, and he wondered what she was dealing with.
"Actually, I think a late-night diner is quite nice too. There are so many people returning late at night, for them, a late-night diner is like a place that warms them up, right?" Betty seed wistful.
"That’s in Japan, not here. You need to realize that although we have so who work overti late into the night, they are a minority. In Huaxia, opening a late-night diner wouldn’t make as much sense unless there are lots of late-night returnees in the city. Otherwise, you might as well make more money with a barbecue stall," Chen Ze twisted his waist.
In fact, once upon a ti, after watching ’Midnight Diner’, Chen Ze also had the idea of opening his own late-night diner, to be like the master in the series, with a nu, but also making what people requested. However, economic constraints limited his ideas, and at the ti, Chen Ze’s cooking skills could have shut down a large hotel, so he eventually gave up on the idea.
"Eh? Is that so..." Betty sat on the chair, lost in thought.
"Of course," Chen Ze nodded. Ever since he made a lot of money selling mooncakes during the Mid-Autumn festival, he realized he didn’t need to worry about making money from deliveries for a while.
On the one hand, the mooncakes had brought in a tidy sum. On the other hand, Betty had bought a bunch of stuff from him, and Chen Ze could make so money from that too.
So, in fact, Chen Ze now had enough strength and economic capacity to open a late-night diner if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to. He still had many custors to attend to during the day.
"Manager, got anything to eat?" Chen Ze turned his head and saw Hastur coming in with two huge dark circles under his eyes, looking at him with a weary face.
"What would you like to eat, Hastur?" Chen Ze stretched and looked at Hastur. It was nice to have custors coming in.
"? Well, then... I’ll have the curry pork chop rice, and also a portion of lamb paomo," Hastur slumped over the table, with an expression that scread ’I’m a salted fish’.
"Alright." Chen Ze nodded. Although curry pork chop rice combined with lamb paomo felt a bit odd, since it was what the custor ordered, he wouldn’t ask too much.
"Lord Hastur, here’s your Coke," Betty placed a glass of cola with ice in front of Hastur.
"Thank you, Betty," Hastur remained prostrate, but from Betty’s angle, Hastur’s face looked just like a little bun, exceptionally cute.
Chubby and pinchable, it made Betty want to reach out and squeeze it.
"You really want to pinch it, don’t you?" Hastur didn’t look up but suddenly asked.
"Eh, eh, eh?" Betty was instantly shocked, could Lord Hastur read minds?
How terrifying.
"I felt your gaze, go ahead and pinch if you want to, it might actually help wake up," Hastur said, his eyes nearly closed, feeling the urge to revert to his original form.
"Really... can I?" Betty tentatively asked. Touching Lord Hastur’s face, even just a gentle pinch, she felt she might faint from bliss.
"Mhm," Hastur grunted from his throat and then fell silent, like a dead fish.
Betty swallowed nervously. Pinching Lord Hastur’s face seed even more thrilling than pinching Lady Lafra’s, after all, Hastur is a being who had reached the level of a god.
Yet, Betty couldn’t resist the temptation and slowly, resolutely reached out her hand, gently pinching Hastur’s cheek that lay on the table.
So delicate it could be shattered with a blow, it seed.
That was Betty’s foremost thought. Lord Hastur’s skin was incredibly smooth, devoid of any roughness or blemishes, perfection that would make all won jealous. But Betty wasn’t envious, for she knew this was just Lord Hastur’s transford appearance.
"Ah... I might be about to die, right?" Betty clutched her chest, her heart racing uncontrollably. That touch, although brief, was sothing Betty would never forget in her lifeti, it was extrely thrilling.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, unaware of the cute scene that had just transpired outside. He was studying how to make Yangrou Paomo.
Yangrou Paomo, a very famous Huaxia dish. Even if one hadn’t tasted it, they would’ve heard of it, so it was easy to find recipes online.
"Now that you ntion it, I realize Su Shi was quite the foodie," Chen Ze said with a wry smile, looking at the introduction on his phone and opening up Wikipedia to find poems left by Su Shi.
"There’s bear ham from Longyou, but in Qin they cook only lamb..." Chen Ze muttered thoughtfully, then began to prepare this filling and comforting dish.
Chen Ze naturally had lamb, having bought fine cuts before, as it’s one of the main ats in Huaxia cuisine.
However, these cuts of lamb weren’t comparable to the top-quality ones from Inner Mongolia, but there was nothing Chen Ze could do. Getting lamb from there was troubleso, and he could only try to outbid at a high price.
The quality of the ingredients also affects the final quality of the dish.
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