My restaurant connects to another world

"Poor little virgin, I said so, you still have no response, you won't be"

"I don't care at all!" Chen Ze controlled the magic circle angrily, lifted Fremea up, and threw it out.

Chen Ze would rather spend time researching new dishes than continue talking with Fremea.

However, this was also the first time that Chen Ze took the initiative to throw a guest out of the house, which made Chen Ze a little regretful. If he did it again, Chen Ze would choose to kick Fremea out with his feet.

After all, using the magic circle to throw it out is not as comfortable as kicking it out with a foot.

Chen Ze stretched his waist and tried to relieve his bad mood, but found that it had no effect.

"Make some snacks." Chen Ze put on his headscarf and returned to the kitchen.

Chen Ze is a person who likes to eat very much, especially when watching movies, if he doesn't eat something in his mouth, he will feel awkward.

Fortunately, Chen Ze insisted on exercising every day, so he didn't get fat.

"Snacks, potato chips? French fries?" Chen Ze frowned, and rejected the idea.

The preparation of potato chips and French fries is not difficult. Although Chen Ze's current knife skills are not enough to make tofu, he can still cut a French fries.

"Then make a fried chicken. Yes, fried chicken." Chen Ze hesitated, but still did not finish the sentence. After all, the meaning of the fried chicken changed.

Fried chicken is a kind of amazing food. Chen Ze's earliest impression of fried chicken came from the Golden Arch. Later, because of his female classmates, he learned that there are also fried chicken in Korea.

At that time, Korean dramas became popular, and Chen Ze had seen many male classmates who learned the protagonist of Korean dramas were invited to their parents.

"Fried chicken is better with beer" I don't know how many times I have heard my female tablemate say it.

Had it not been for the female tablemate's height of 1.4 meters and a weight of 180, Chen Ze might have been interested in trying fried chicken beer.

Chen Ze took a few chicken drumsticks out, wrapped them in egg liquid, and turned them in starch to make sure that they were full, and Chen Ze put them in breadcrumbs and turned them around.

"It's not easy to write a recipe these days." Chen Ze flipped the fried chicken legs in the frying pan while looking at the phone to spit out.

"Tsk tusk, this recipe, I don't know what the Maillard reaction is about the academic theory that I thought it was written?" Chen Ze moved his finger, feeling that he was a chef for nothing.

"It's not easy to cook. You have to cook and write a comment." Chen Ze shook his head.

I sincerely admired this big guy who wrote thousands of words on fried chicken legs.

After a while, Chen Ze put the fried chicken legs on the plate.

Unsurprisingly, there is no system prompt, and Chen Ze has not gained experience. It seems that this simple cooking does not provide qualifications for experience.

Chen Ze sprinkled some chili powder and was about to wash his hands and pick up the chicken drumsticks.

"I'm here, the manager?" The wind bell came in with Betty's voice.

Chen Ze rolled his eyes and silently took another ten chicken drumsticks from the refrigerator.

"The shop manager" Betty got into the kitchen, staring straight at Chen Ze's chicken legs on the cabinet.

"Go to the bath and change clothes first, and come back to eat later." Chen Ze threw the breadcrumbs-wrapped chicken legs into the oil pan.

"Okay!" Chen Ze twitched the corner of his mouth as Betty rubbed upstairs.

Many times Chen Ze wondered, what kind of stuff did he take in?

I knew it was a succubus, but I didn't know that Chen Ze thought he was taking in a starving ghost.

When Chen Ze put the ten fried chicken drumsticks on the plate, Betty had moved a chair and sat aside.

Chen Ze took out a bottle of iced Coke from the refrigerator. He still likes to pair fried chicken drumsticks with Coke. A mouthful of hot, high-calorie chicken drumsticks and a mouthful of carbonated Coke are a way to grow a happy fat house.

"Ding burial." Betty bit the chicken leg, his mouth was full, like a hamster.

"Swallow it and say it again." Chen Ze took a bite of the chicken leg, the crispy texture was great.

"Um, the manager, I want to ask, how do you fight the monster with thunder light all over?" Betty swallowed the chicken legs with his breasts, and then learned Chen Ze picked up a coke and took a sip.

Chen Ze silently gnawed the chicken legs in his hand, took out a tissue and wiped his hands.

"You mean Thunder Wolf Dragon?" Chen Ze asked calmly.

"I don't know, I was shot to death by it several times." Betty shook her head, she couldn't read the words at all.

"Hehe, I'll just say why my archive is gone, bastard, die!" The ghost knew that Chen Ze opened the monster man and found that his archive was gone.

"I chose another game specially. It's okay for you to follow along and overwrite my save?" Chen Ze felt like he was going away.

If anger can improve his strength, Chen Ze feels that he can enter the super level one at any time.

Just when Chen Ze was thinking about whether to chop Betty into succubus broth, the wind bell rang again.

Betty rushed out as fast as she could. She felt that if she stayed in the kitchen for a while, she might really lose her life.

"Dear guest, welcome to Yimeng Restaurant, do you want no one?" Betty's puzzled voice came from the restaurant.

Chen Ze looked at the unidentified sculpture in front of him, feeling a little stomachache.

There are many sculptures, but Chen Ze only knows one when he grows into such a sculpture.

"SCP–173?"

What is the sentence in Chapter 19?

We contain, we fail, we run away.

Don't know why, Chen Ze suddenly remembered this passage.

Looking at the non-moving SCP-173 in front of him, Chen Ze had a headache. Of course he remembered the characteristics of 173.

For example, you can't blink, or you will be teleported by it and your neck will be broken.

Chen Ze had played the SCP containment breach game before, and his impression of this thing can be said to be particularly deep.

"But why does a containment item come into my store? I remember 173 doesn't have the ability to open the door by himself?" Chen Ze was puzzled by this question.

Look at the poor short hand of 173. Although twisting his neck is very powerful, it is still a bit difficult for 173 to open the door by himself.

Chen Ze suddenly remembered that after the system was upgraded, one of the guests he had hosted was the man with a D hanging on his chest.

Chen Ze remembered that the mysterious organization that the other party said also controls things that can destroy the world. Isn't this the setting of the SCP Foundation?

Could this own portal also be defined as a containment object by the Foundation?Then the Foundation slammed a containment breach again?

Chen Ze can only think of this possibility, but it is also possible that the Foundation wants to try to destroy 173 with its new containment item, but this possibility is not very high.