Chen Ze had no idea that his restaurant almost witnessed the birth of a warrior yearning to date Hastur, as he was staring blankly at the oven—a hobby he had figured out for himself.
It could be that because Chen Ze often made desserts, he found himself being extrely serious and his thoughts often wandered while making them.
After learning from Joichiro Yukihira how to stimulate his own inspiration, Chen Ze turned to watching the oven as his leisure pasti.
It wasn’t until the oven tir dinged that Chen Ze snapped out of his reverie, hurriedly opened it, and took out the chiffon cake.
"Betty, co in and serve the food," Chen Ze put the plate on the table and then stretched lazily.
"Okay~" Betty imdiately ran in, then swiftly ran back out.
Chen Ze raised an eyebrow. It seed that sothing interesting must have happened outside.
Then Chen Ze walked out.
"In fact, emotions only affect our thinking, leading us to make so incredible deductions, so I won’t fall for anyone," Hols was drinking tea.
"But you were just daydreaming, and it was right when Miss Hastur walked by you," Moriarty sneered.
"That was rely a coincidence. I was pondering your matters, Professor," Hols replied calmly, without a flicker of emotion on his face.
"Heh, have you finally figured it out?" Moriarty didn’t press further.
After all, feelings are very abstract, yet very concrete. However, Hols’s behavior just then couldn’t serve as direct evidence to conclude that Hols had been moved.
"Yes, after all, it wasn’t that difficult," Hols nodded and glanced at Moriarty.
Chen Ze shrugged; it seed these two were about to start their deduction show again. But when they saw the chiffon cake Betty brought in, they both closed their mouths and started eating quietly.
"Deductions are for after dinner, huh?" Chen Ze chuckled, finding the situation quite humorous.
"Is this a restaurant? Is there anything to eat?" Just as Chen Ze was about to go over and listen to how the big shots talked, the door was pushed open, and soone walked in.
Chen Ze looked at the newcor and was startled for a mont.
"Welco to Dream Restaurant~ Dear guest~" Betty imdiately greeted him, smiling at the young boy.
"Ah... Um, thank you," the boy smiled shyly and his face turned a bit red.
"Hello, hello, Director... guest, may I ask what you would like to eat?" Realizing who it was, Chen Ze rushed forward, so enthusiastically that even Betty couldn’t help but give him a few glances.
"Do you... have a nu?" The boy found a seat, sat down, and asked Chen Ze.
"Yes, we do, but our restaurant is rather special. As long as you tell us what you want, we can make it," Chen Ze smiled and thought to himself that even if this guest ordered one of everything on the nu, he would agree without hesitation.
"Then, do you have oyster pancakes?" The boy was still rather timid.
"Oyster pancakes? Certainly, just a mont, please," Chen Ze cheerfully walked into the kitchen.
Betty blinked her eyes, yet she still naturally poured a glass of lemonade for the boy and placed it on the table.
"You can tell the manager is excited," Moriarty also noticed this custor, after all, he was a newcor whom he had never seen before.
"Mhm," Hols nodded, but he wasn’t particularly interested, since it wasn’t odd for new custors to co into the restaurant.
Inside the kitchen, Chen Ze wished he could do a twirl to calm his nerves, as seeing his sole idol, Director Zhou, in his own restaurant was a very joyous event.
God knows how much Chen Ze wanted to ask Director Zhou for an autograph back then, though this Director Zhou looked quite fresh-faced, probably still pre-debut.
But this was Director Zhou!
Chen Ze was so excited he almost jumped up.
"Calm down, calm down..." Chen Ze patted his face, then started to ponder how to make the oyster olette.
The oyster olette, a specialty of our nation’s Taiwan region, is strongly recomnded anyti you visit, so there are naturally many ways to prepare it.
Although Chen Ze couldn’t check his phone now because there were custors from another world, he had learned about oyster olettes before, so he still rembered how to make them.
"Let think, the main ingredients are sweet potato starch and oyster at, right?" Chen Ze stroked his chin.
Although he had seen the recipe before, it was still a bit of a hassle to completely recall it after so long, but Chen Ze still managed to find the ingredients.
The thod of making an oyster olette was not complicated, as it was a street food and thus not too difficult, but Chen Ze still made so improvents, adding a bit of Moonlight Mushroom. However, since he had never used it before, Chen Ze had no idea if it would make the taste of the oyster olette any better.
"You have made a perfect oyster olette, gaining 10 points in ho cooking experience."
Chen Ze sighed in relief.
Then Chen Ze didn’t even let Betty take it. Instead, he carried the oyster olette straight out and placed it in front of Director Zhou.
"Custor, here is your oyster olette, please enjoy," Chen Ze said, so happy he was nearly flying as he looked at Director Zhou’s face.
"Okay, thank you," Director Zhou nodded, then picked up his chopsticks.
Chen Ze also naturally stepped aside. Although he was very fond of Director Zhou, the other party was there to eat, and he couldn’t just go up to ask for an autograph and photo now, as that might scare the other party.
"Manager, who is this?" Betty asked curiously, moving closer. She knew that Chen Ze rarely got this excited when serving custors, so she was a bit curious about the identity of the person before her.
"This is Director Zhou. The ’Hero’ that you often listen to is sung by him," Chen Ze glanced at Betty.
"I see..." Betty scratched her head; although she played gas, she really wasn’t familiar with celebrities.
"Just understand that he’s a gastar whose fans would automatically co out to support," Chen Ze was sowhat excited. He planned to ask for a photo and autograph as soon as Director Zhou finished eating.
However, he also wondered if he would scare Director Zhou if they t in reality later and he showed the picture to him.
After all, that wasn’t just any world, and the current Director Zhou had grown a bit plump from often drinking bubble tea. Nevertheless, he remained Chen Ze’s favorite singer.
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