My restaurant connects to another world

"As you can see, everything that enters my mouth will lose time, stay in it forever, and I can't take it out." Miguel said calmly.

"But it doesn't affect my speech, and what I eat can keep me alive." Chen Ze understood the meaning of the first sentence.

"However, my granddaughter is also cursed." Miguel's tone was full of regret.

"Into the memory?" Chen Ze remembered that this was the second sentence of the hourglass. If the curse of Miguel was the first sentence, then the granddaughter must be the second sentence.

"To my my granddaughter, she is no longer my granddaughter." Miguel had a sad expression on his face.

"She only has one day's memory. One day later, she is like a newborn child. Although she can still speak and has common sense, she doesn't know who she is, where she is, and who I am." Miguel lowered Over.

"Even her parents don't remember. For this reason, my children are no longer willing to recognize me as a father."

"How I hope, I hope the second sentence is cursed!" Miguel growled hoarsely.

Chen Ze didn't speak. It was hard for him to imagine that someone would have such an experience, whether it was an unbearable pain for that person or for his relatives.

Why is a person a person?Not only because of gender and DNA, but also because of the experience and memory from childhood to adulthood, makes a person a person, not another person.

And if the memory is lost and there is no past experience, is she still her?

What's more, the memory will come back again every day. Chen Ze looked at the old man in front of him, not knowing how he got through it, what kind of regret and regret he passed through this year.

"Then your granddaughter?" Chen Ze asked worriedly.

"She was locked up at home by me. The house is very big. I also know what she likes. Although she woke up every day, she would make a lot of noise and cry bitterly, but it will be better after a while." Miguel shook his head, Life has been going on for more than a year.

"Thank you for listening to my story, young man, this is the meal fee." Miguel put down a purse, turned and left the restaurant.

Chen Ze looked at the other person's back, it was so heavy, it even made Miguel look a little hunched.

Chen Ze knew that as long as the curse did not dissipate, then Miguel would still live this life and endure this pain.

"It's a depressive story." Chen Ze picked up the purse and put it in the kitchen cash box regardless of the amount.

One afternoon, no new guests came in, which made Chen Ze very depressed when he tried to change his mood.

However, due to the fact that there were no guests in the afternoon, Chen Ze prepared all the ingredients he was going out to set up a stall today.

"Unexpectedly, the tentacles appear once every 15 days." Chen Ze also recorded the appearance time of the tentacles. Every 15 days, the tentacles from Lafra would automatically break one.

"Let's log in to the forum." Good wine is also afraid of the deep alleys. Although Chen Ze's barbecue stall is already a bit famous, Chen Ze feels that he still needs to promote it in advance.

The largest food forum in the city is one. Chen Ze registered an account on this forum, and after changing his id to Yimeng BBQ booth, he posted a post.

Yimeng Restaurant set up a stall at the entrance of the restaurant tonight. The delicacies of the mountains and seas in City No. 1 Middle School are coming again!

A very simple post. After a while, the forum’s moderator sent a private message to Chen Ze to verify his identity, and then Chen Ze’s post was topped and refined.

Cycling wind: What the hell?Fraudulent corpse?

Ma Hemei: I have been topped and refined. It seems that it is really the Buddhist barbecue stall.

Why are you so skilled: Yimeng BBQ booth?Haven't heard of it at all, is it delicious?

Looking at the many comments and replies, Chen Ze began to think about whether to hire a part-time job to help him sell skewers at night.

Chapter 84 Wild Rice and Home Cooking

"The shop manager" Betty opened the door and walked in, and then saw Chen Ze playing with the barbecue stall, and a large bucket full of skewers.

"This is?" Betty blinked, feeling that her saliva was about to drain. Every time Chen Ze made a new dish, Betty was the happiest.

Chen Ze looked at the restaurant door suspiciously. He remembered that he had just locked the restaurant. Why could Betty still come in?

"Betty, it's closed today. I have to go buy something." Chen Ze explained. In fact, he intends to go out to set up a stall to make money. There is no way. Guests from another world can't provide soft sister coins. Ze can only choose to go out and make money.

"Ah, can I play games in your room, the manager?" It seems that because Chen Ze has seen through the small movements, Betty is now more direct.

Chen Ze twitched the corner of his mouth, "Do you understand?"

Betty shook her head, she must not understand.

"If you don't understand, you can play with a hammer." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, how to play if he couldn't understand the words?

"But it's really interesting." Betty rubbed her hands in excitement, and her tail flickered.

Chen Ze sighed helplessly, what the hell was going on, a good succubus was about to become an otaku by him, and Chen Ze felt that he was a heinous crime.

"Okay, you can play if you want, but you have to clean up and help me wash my clothes by the way." Chen Ze walked to the restaurant's front door and looked at it. It was indeed unlocked.

This was a big mistake. If there was no lock, guests came in from behind. Chen Ze didn't think Betty was capable of entertaining these guests, so Chen Ze immediately put a lock on.

"The shopkeeper, you are the best" Betty rushed to Chen Ze, and Chen Ze avoided a short walk. He didn't want to be hit by the steel plate.

"Since you are here too, let's eat something casually today." Chen Ze scratched his head and looked at his mobile phone. It was 6:30, it was still early, and he did not eat dinner.

"Manager, what are you eating today?" Betty followed Chen Ze curiously.

"Today I have wild rice, wild rice and fried pork with tomatoes and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Let me have another seaweed egg drop soup." Chen Ze thought about the ingredients in the kitchen and quickly decided what to eat today.

"Okay, the manager, then I'll clean up first." Betty rolled up her sleeves and went to clean up enthusiastically.

Chen Ze looked at the soaked wild rice, and now the wild rice looks much better than the one he got in the morning. Chen Ze took the wild rice out, filtered the water briefly, and used it for cooking.

"It's really uneaten rice." Chen Ze scratched his head. This grain, which has been circulating in China for so long, once disappeared in the Southern Song Dynasty, but now it is back on people's tables.

"Zizania white pork shreds is easy to make, so let's make seaweed egg drop soup first." Chen Ze placed a small pot on the gas stove.

Although it is seaweed egg drop soup, the seaweed egg drop soup made by Chen Ze is not the kind of seaweed egg drop soup that looks like a pot full of egg droplets.

Although Chen Ze spent his college days, he drank such egg drop soup several times a week.

After a simple hot pan, Chen Ze poured the well-stirred eggs in, and fry them a few times. After the eggs were set, they sprinkled a little salt and took them out and put them in a small bowl separately.

The soup on the side also boiled. Chen Ze added a loaf of seaweed and poured the eggs in the small bowl so that the eggs would not be boiled apart, but floating in the seaweed soup in small lumps.

"Then start making zizania shredded pork and tomato and egg." Chen Ze looked at the prompt that jumped out of the system, and there was no fluctuation in his heart. Now his cooking skills are still very easy to make these simple home-cooked dishes.

In a short while, Chen Ze finished all the dishes for today and put them on the table. Then Chen Ze looked at the rice cooker, and he hadn't jumped yet, so he might have to wait a while.

"Wild rice...what does it taste?" Chen Ze was a little curious and licked his lips. It is said that wild rice is more nutritious than regular white rice, but Chen Ze is not interested in several times the nutritional value. Want to taste how it tastes.

When the rice cooker finally jumped, Chen Ze checked the time and it was seven o'clock.

"Betty, it's dinner." Chen Ze took out two bowls and shouted while serving the rice.

"Manager, how come this rice is of this color?" Betty looked at the bowl in front of her puzzledly. She has been working in Chen Ze's restaurant for a while, but she has never seen such rice.