My restaurant connects to another world

There was a moment of silence.

"Yes, I want to fight for all injustices, I want to fight for all those who are oppressed by the nobles, and I want to be a shield to protect the weak!" Reinhardt clenched his hand firmly, his nail pierced the palm of his hand. The blood slowly flowed out.

"Well, look straight into my eyes, see your destiny clearly, call his name, mortal." Destiny slowly took off his mask.

What a terrible face it is!On human faces, there are countless black whirlpools, and weird faces wailing and sinking.

Even a glance can make the fainthearted, and the fearless can slow down their breathing.

Profound knowledge poured into Reinhardt's body, into his mind, and let him see his figure.

The blind, foolish figure and the gaze hidden in the depth made Reinhardt's body tremble involuntarily.

After a pang of almost coma, Reinhardt opened his eyes, still in that cold cell, whose fate was nowhere to be found.

Reinhardt looked at his hand and touched his face again. There was no abnormality like fate.

The biggest difference is that the aging body is once again full of power, the power that makes him tremble.

"Your followers praise your name here! God of Chaos!"

Chen Ze looked at the refrigerator, and there was still pork he used to make braised pork, and there were quite a few.

Chen Ze suddenly remembered a dish that he particularly liked. It was simple to cook, but it was very easy to eat.

Chen Ze couldn't help but wiped his saliva, he felt a little hungry.

Roasted pork belly is a very simple but delicious dish. After being marinated, place the pork belly on the grill and roast it until golden on both sides, and you can eat it.

But if only this is the case, Chen Ze will not forget it. Chen Ze pulled out a dark brown bottle from his bedroom and poured out the sauce inside.

I cut some more spicy millet and other ingredients, put them in, and stirred them together.

"Manager, what is this?" Betty, who had already smelled the scent, got into the kitchen and looked at Chen Ze eagerly.

"Pickled vegetable paste." Chen Ze put the prepared dipping sauce on the table.

In the food country of China, sauces also occupy a place.

The soybean paste of the Northeast, as well as sesame paste, peanut butter and bean paste, etc., can be said to easily determine the final quality and taste of a dish.

Even some sophisticated gluttons have strict requirements on the brand and origin of the sauce.

For Chen Ze, grilled pork belly must be served with pickled vegetable paste.

The pickle paste alone can only be said to be very sour, but when combined with other ingredients, it forms a hot and sour taste.

When paired with greasy pork belly, it can offset the greasy taste of pork belly, making people want to eat more and more, and you can sink into the deliciousness of pork belly.

"Not delicious!" Betty swallowed the pork belly happily, and then quickly took two bites of rice.

Chen Ze also took a piece of hot pork belly with a pleasant expression, dipped it with pickled vegetable paste, and then slowly ate it.

Paired with iced Coke, it can be said to be very comfortable.

"Manager, I want to ask you a question." Betty ate another slice of pork belly.

"What?" Chen Ze licked his lips.

"Have you played that love game, right?"

"Yes." Chen Ze took a sip from the cup.

"Then, if there is a girl who often blushes because of the hero, and then gives him precious gifts, and cares about the hero, why do you think?" Betty delivered a good kick.

"Does this still need to be said? It is basically certain that the strategy has been completed, and the degree of affection has reached the level of marriage." Chen Ze is very confident that if it is some games, some unique CGs can even be unlocked.

"Manager" Betty patted Chen Ze on the shoulder.

Chen Ze turned to look at the fingerprints on her shoulders, Betty's hands were wet, and Chen Ze deeply doubted whether this guy used his clothes to wipe her hands on purpose.

"Why are you so good at playing games, but when you put it in reality, you are like a second fool?" Betty shook her head shook his head.

"What's wrong with me?" Chen Ze was at a loss.

"Nothing. There is a reason to be single. You really can't blame others. Just be a single dog for a lifetime."

Chapter 6 Fengyue Band and Concert

"Please come to our concert!" A fallen fairy in cute clothes waving his wings, flying around, handing out flyers.

"Concert? What is this?" A lich took the flyer curiously and looked at it.

"Feng Yue Band?" The soul fire in the Lich's eyes flickered.

He saw another lich inside, but this lich looked a little strange.

He had never seen such a cute lich, although it was strange to say that, but in short, this lich was very cute.

"Is it going to the arena to watch?" The Lich became interested. It stands to reason that he became a Lich and gave up the pursuit of other emotions.

Serve magic wholeheartedly and pursue the limits of magic.

But looking at the cute lich on the leaflet, he didn’t know why, he felt his heart moved.

"Yes, please come to watch it, you may have to pay an entrance fee of one silver coin at that time" Midra smiled and looked at the lich in front of him.

"Okay, I will definitely come to join him." The Lich nodded. He was planning to go to the library that day, but now he has new ideas.

"Midra loves you tweeted." The fallen goblin made a strange movement with her hands on her chest.

Watching the Lich leave, Midra smiled and continued to distribute leaflets.

At night, Midra returned to their current "home".

"How is the situation?" The snake-man high priest stuck out his tongue and looked at Midra who came back last.

"Ah, luck is okay, there are twelve intelligent creatures who are willing to come, and thirty-four said they would consider it." Midra lay weakly on the soft bed, shaking her feet and throwing her shoes on the ground.

"Where is your side? Angelina." Midra looked at the snake-man high priest. This companion was now exceptionally young and beautiful.

"I only recruited ten orc races here, and more than twenty said that they would consider it." Angelina was in a bad mood, especially when she recruited the least.

"Where are Alia and Perne?" Midra looked around, but the other two companions were not seen at home.

"They recruited more than one hundred guests in total, saying that there would be more than two hundred guests. Then, because the dancing was not up to the standard, they were called by the agent to practice dancing." Angelina lay on the sofa, I touched my stomach, and my abdomen, which was a bit sagging, became firm and smooth again.

Midra rolled her eyes. The ghost knew what they had experienced during this period. Now Midra still remembers the tone of the Hooded Man.