My restaurant connects to another world

Stan took the spoon, scooped a spoon into his mouth, and the familiar sweetness instantly filled his palate.

What a familiar and unfamiliar feeling.

As an undead, even an undead king who is as strong as Stan will lose a little bit. This is the law of negative planes.

Stan lost his sense of taste, and all the food had no taste in his mouth.

But here, he regained his sense of taste.

Stan is very satisfied.

Chapter Twenty This Wing is so delicious but too hard to handle

Chen Ze was a little bald. This was not because he stayed up late or excessively indulged in sex, but because when he really received food from another world, he was a bit unsure of what to do.

"This is the bear meat of the Moonlight Giant Bear. I don't know the ingredients that humans can eat, so I asked my men to collect some for me."

"This is the wings of the storm eagle, and this is the spirits."

Chen Ze thinks this is the longest passage Stan has said since entering the store. Most of the time, Stan is very short.

Twenty servings of Buffy, no more, no less, Stan ate quickly, leaving behind these ingredients, leaving only Chen Ze's entangled face.

Chen Ze cautiously squeezed a piece of meat that looked like a bear's paw. This should be the meat of a giant moonlight bear.

Chen Ze looked at the other two ingredients again, a pair of huge wings, one pair of wings was as long as two tables, Chen Ze estimated that it should be more than two meters.

On the other hand, the strong wine grass is very ordinary, no different from the outdoor weeds, of course, it may be Chen Ze can not see it, after all, he is not a biologist.

Except for the strong to the extreme taste of wine, Chen Zeguang smelled it and felt that he was about to be drunk.

"It's even more terrifying than the oolong tea blended with vodka and whiskey." Chen Ze felt that the ugly grass is simply moving volatile alcohol, or the kind with a particularly high degree.

"Bear's paw, I really haven't cooked it yet. If I put it in my hands, it will probably be ruined." Chen Ze still knows his cooking skills.

It's okay to make a simple braised pork, but it is a bit difficult for him to deal with high-end ingredients like bear paw.

Chen Ze fixed his gaze on the pair of wings. First, the wings were larger, and there was another pair. Even if Chen Ze cooking failed, there was a chance of salvation.

Secondly, it was because of Raphael. Chen Ze had seriously considered how to deal with Raphael's wings before.

Roasted chicken wings, braised duck wings and other dishes are destined to leave the celestial dynasty without a single chicken or duck.

Chen Ze put the bear paws in a pot and put them in the freezer, and then put the spirits in a bottle. He didn't want to get drunk before cooking.

Chen Ze picked up the kitchen knife in the kitchen. He planned to cut some meat first and grill it to see what it tasted like.

Chen Ze used a kitchen knife to cut the wings very cautiously. The ingredients from other worlds were still storm eagles that he hadn't heard of. Chen Ze thought it was better to be cautious.

Then Chen Ze finally understood at this moment why the Stormhawk would be called by this name.

"What am I?" Chen Ze firmly grasped the door handle, and he felt that he was about to be blown away.

Just cutting open a bit, a very powerful hurricane burst out from the wound, and Chen Ze's 120-jin body was almost blown parallel to the ground.

But it is amazing that all the items in the kitchen were not affected in any way, as if the hurricane did not exist.

Before Chen Ze's face was blown into shape, the violent power finally dissipated, and Chen Ze fell to the ground with a snap.

"It hurts." Chen Ze rubbed his stomach. He just wondered if he was going to die.

Chen Ze glanced at the pair of wings, and now he has a deeper understanding of these different world ingredients.

Chen Ze sighed, stood in front of the wings again, picked up the kitchen knife that was as stable as an old dog in the hurricane, and continued to work.

It may be that the force has been vented, and the hurricane has not appeared again.Chen Ze spent more than an hour this time, finally slashed one of the wings completely and sorted out all the flesh and blood.

"I can't bake such a big pair of wings and sell it, right? How do I explain it to others will still be a problem." Chen Ze touched his chin. He had discussed with Xingchen the problem of solving the dilemma before. .

Xingchen put forward a statement that made Chen Ze suddenly realize.

"Oh, brother, although I know your brain capacity is about the same as walnuts, wouldn't you set up a small stall at the door to sell food?"

A certain area at the entrance of the restaurant can be set up to sell food, but it must not disturb the people or cause pollution.

Chen Ze has tested before that these foreign visitors will only appear inside the restaurant, and will never appear outside, so Chen Ze can rest assured to set up a stall.

Chen Ze looked at the bones piled on the side. He didn't intend to lose these bones. It was hard to say that they could be used to make soup or something.

"Then, let me try how it tastes." Chen Ze cut out a small piece of meat and placed it on the grill.

After brushing off the oil and watching the meat slowly change color, Chen Ze suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment.

"But why can't you smell it?" Chen Ze sniffed, except for the smell of coal, there was no other smell in the air, not even the smell of meat.

"Well, sprinkle some cumin, then sprinkle some chili powder." Chen Ze was a little depressed.

Chen Ze took out his chopsticks, picked up the sliced ​​meat and put it in his mouth.

"What is this?" Chen Ze was stunned.

The taste is very unique, the meat is also very tender, and it has a little shock, like a storm in one bite.

The taste of cumin, the taste of ground chili and the meat of the storm eagle perfectly merged together, and a grand symphony was held in Chen Ze's mouth.

"This taste is too good!" Chen Ze looked at the pile of meat, feeling like he was looking at Jinshan.

Chen Ze has eaten a lot of barbecue, but there has never been any meat that can match the meat of this storm eagle.

Chen Ze cut several more pieces of meat and grilled it. Now he has a special interest in the meat of this storm eagle.

Chen Ze didn't know how much he had eaten. When he reacted, he was already full, but the meat pile next to him remained unchanged.

"After all, with such big wings, how I eat by myself is just a drop in the bucket." Chen Ze rubbed his stomach and burped contentedly.

Chen Ze took out his cell phone and took a look. It was already six in the afternoon.

"You have to do some business first." Chen Ze stretched out. Since he has decided to go out to set up a stall at night, he needs to do some preparations first.

"The grill and coal are enough, and there are also smoking machines. Otherwise, it is not worthwhile to get a complaint. Then go to the supermarket to buy some meat." Chen Ze scratched his head.

Doing a full set of things, although I don't know if it will attract the attention of others, but selling so much meat but not getting the goods, it will be a trouble to be noticed by someone in the future.

After going to the supermarket to buy dozens of catties of meat, Chen Ze put all the pork in the freezer so that he could continue to make braised pork next time.

"Then, go out and set up a stall." Chen Ze moved his fingers, pushed the prepared meat skewers and barbecue grill out, and locked the door by the way. He didn't want to have visitors from another world during this period.

Looking at the bustling night scene of Riyue City, Chen Ze smiled with satisfaction, these are all money.