"New custors again?" Chen Ze peeked out curiously and took a look. Since the upgrade was successful yesterday, Chen Ze had noticed that his restaurant was becoming busier. There had already been two new custors today, and if this one was included, that would make three.
Then Chen Ze saw a person with black and blue hair who was curiously sizing up his restaurant.
Chen Ze paused, feeling that the person looked familiar, as if they had t before, but he couldn’t quite rember where exactly at the mont.
The boy, who seed to be a junior or senior high school student, was wearing a red vest over a white shirt embroidered with fla patterns, and a red headband was tied around his head.
"Welco to Dream Restaurant~" Betty promptly went forward to serve the new custor, her smile beaming as she looked at him.
"Eh? You you you... why are you dressed like that...?" The boy saw Betty in her maid outfit and his face instantly turned red.
Chen Ze raised an eyebrow. It seed that the custor either lived in an era without maid outfits or was simply shy by nature.
"This is the uniform of the restaurant, custor." Betty chuckled, having never seen such a strong reaction to her uniform before.
"This is too embarrassing..." The boy scratched his head, looking shy, but still sat down on a chair.
"This is the nu, please let know when you have made your choice." Betty handed the nu to the boy, then stood aside.
The boy picked up the nu and his eyes lit up. He recognized so of the dishes, like braised pork and Mapo tofu, but there were also so he didn’t know.
"These seem like Western-style desserts, right?" The boy noticed the desserts section at the back of the nu and nodded to himself.
"Then I’ll have a portion of braised pork and Mapo tofu, plus a bowl of rice," said the boy decisively about what he wanted to eat today. Rather than trying unfamiliar dishes, he thought it best to taste these familiar ones first and then give his comnts.
"Okay, Manager, one braised pork and Mapo tofu, and a bowl of rice," Betty quickly relayed the order to Chen Ze.
Chen Ze nodded, although the braised pork wasn’t cooked yet, it would only take a mont. What made him curious was the custor’s request; he had just heard Betty say the new custor wanted a bowl of rice.
"Is he from around here?" Chen Ze wondered to himself. No custor had ever requested rice separately, so he had always assud to include it with the braised pork as a topping for rice.
Soon, Chen Ze let Betty bring out the completed dishes and wiped his hands as he continued to work on his curry pork chop rice.
"Please enjoy," Betty placed the braised pork and Mapo tofu in front of the boy.
"So it really is braised pork and Mapo tofu, huh? How strange that your restaurant would have its door there," the boy said as he picked up so braised pork with his chopsticks and took a bite.
"Hmm..." Chen Ze watched curiously and saw that the boy was frowning as he ate the braised pork.
Chen Ze observed carefully and noticed that the boy frowned with every bite of the braised pork, but nodded his head with each piece of oily tofu. He also had a slight frown when eating the Mapo tofu.
"Could he be soone like Alisa?" Chen Ze grew more curious. He knew that the two dishes he had prepared were quite ordinary, and most custors wouldn’t be able to spot any issues.
Only Alisa, with her sensitive taste, could point out so issues for Chen Ze, so seeing another custor who seed to share Alisa’s discernnt was a bit exciting for him.
"I’m done, how much do I owe?" The boy picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth and stood up.
"Guest, are you satisfied with your al?" Chen Ze ca out, as he always handled the settling of accounts.
"Um... it was okay," the young man’s answer was ambiguous, but Chen Ze could vaguely make out what he ant.
Just okay? Probably out of courtesy to Chen Ze, for Chen Ze saw the guest’s furrowed brows. Unless the person liked to frown while eating, usually no one would do so without reason, unless the dish was not to their liking.
"Guest, if you don’t mind, we can replace the cost of this al with a review of these dishes, how about that?" Rather than take money, Chen Ze preferred to improve his cooking skills, moreover, the money from another world was of no use to him.
The godlike man looked up at Chen Ze with a hint of surprise in his eyes, he really hadn’t expected Chen Ze to do such a thing.
"I’m not very good at expressing myself, I’m better off cooking myself, can I borrow your kitchen?" the young man asked, looking at Chen Ze with so difficulty.
In his view, Chen Ze was the owner and head chef of the restaurant, and it would be sowhat presumptuous for a guest like himself to use the kitchen to cook.
"Sure, right this way," Chen Ze didn’t mind and led the young man into his own kitchen.
"Are these all kitchen tools?" The young man’s face lit up with excitent as he touched the shiny stove and then the stainless steel knife, even flipping the knife around a few tis.
Chen Ze’s mouth twitched; he felt this new guest must also be a chef, otherwise he wouldn’t handle a knife so smoothly.
"Yes, guest, you’re welco to use all these tools," Chen Ze figured this new guest must be from a ti before the modern era, otherwise why would he react so strongly to these tools.
"Great!" The young man nodded, then looked around, and gave Chen Ze an awkward glance.
"Could you help get the ingredients and seasoning for Mapo Tofu? I’m not quite sure where they are."
Chen Ze nodded and imdiately found all the ingredients for the Mapo Tofu.
"We’re missing one ingredient, get the soybeans for ." The young man’s deanor had completely changed, and Chen Ze felt the sa pressure he did when facing his cooking school teachers.
"Okay," Chen Ze quickly brought out the soybeans, while sothing ca to his mind.
Mapo Tofu typically doesn’t include soybeans, and a dish like Mapo Tofu with soybeans... Chen Ze had heard of this sowhere before. He paused, feeling as if he were on the verge of rembering sothing.
"Do you have a bamboo sword?" the young man asked, extending his hand.
"Bamboo sword? No," Chen Ze recalled that there wasn’t such a thing as a bamboo sword in his restaurant.
"That might affect the texture of the tofu, but this tofu isn’t great to begin with, I can only just manage to make you a Mapo Tofu," the young man shook his head, seemingly a bit regretful.
Chen Ze, standing to one side, watched this figure and finally rembered who this young man was.
The bamboo sword, soybeans, and Mapo Tofu, the strange hair color, those clothes, and the red headband on his head...
"Liu Maoxing?"
"You know ?" Liu Maoxing turned around, looking at Chen Ze with curiosity.
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