My restaurant connects to another world

"Chestnut rice? It's a really missed meal. Let's have a chestnut rice." Flying squirrel tapped the table top with his fingers.

"Okay, wait a moment."

Chapter 69 The Taste of Hometown

Chen Ze stood in the kitchen and touched his chin.

Ainz Urgong was naturally his guest. This is not surprising. After all, Chen Ze has discovered that his portal is connected to many planes.

Don't talk about Anziwuer, even if his own portal opens in Douluo Continent in the future, or brings in Senior White and Squirrel Hang in the cultivation chat group, Chen Ze won't be too surprised.

However, there are some guests who haven't seen him for a long time, such as the Bald Devil, Chen Ze hasn't seen him for a long time.

If it weren't for Chen Ze to be sure of Saitama's strength, he would probably have thought that Saitama was accidentally defeated by some weird person.

In other words, weird people who live in the same plane as Saitama are really unlucky enough.

At this moment, Flying Squirrel was also looking at the restaurant curiously, and he came to it last time, but after knowing that Chen Ze couldn't help him go home, he didn't come back for a long time.

Recently, I missed the taste of my hometown very much, so I came here again.

Flying Squirrel felt that his biggest mistake was not changing the settings of the maids. God knows what the Flying Squirrel ate after coming to that magical world.

Although the maids are very careful to cook according to his requirements, no matter how they cook, they always taste a little different from what they think.

The salt is always unsatisfactory, and there is a lot of oil. Compared with the light taste of Japanese style, flying squirrel can't accept it.

I don’t know how the cooking in this restaurant is?Flying Squirrel was holding his chin bone, thinking about this question.

Chestnut rice, something I really miss, I haven't eaten it for a long, long time.

Flying Squirrel glanced at Betty. The waitress seemed to be of the same race as her supervisor, Albedo, but her body was so different.

Flying Squirrel glanced at Lafra again. This is a vampire. Although there is also a Shatia under his own, the aura on the two is completely different.

Then the flying squirrel looked at the only little boy, a little yellow-haired kid with a beard.

Flying Squirrel couldn't help but touched his ring. He always felt that the little boy was familiar, as if he had seen it when he was still at work.

But for a while, he couldn't remember where he had seen him. This made Flying Squirrel a little entangled. He wanted to know the identity of this little boy.

And Chen Ze is making soup in the kitchen. This is not to say that Chen Ze is unwilling to entertain guests with Moonlight Mushroom Soup, but that Chen Ze thinks Flying Squirrel may prefer to drink a more flavorful soup.

Although chestnut rice does not know if there is a habit of using miso soup, Chen Ze thinks it can be tried.

Miso soup is also very famous in Japanese cuisine. This is not to say that the ingredients are very expensive, nor because it is very delicious, but because basically in Japan, you will make miso soup.

Under the propaganda of manga animation, miso soup has become quite famous.

Chen Ze took some kelp out of the locker, soaked it in water, and then started tonkatsu.

The more troublesome aspect of miso soup is the process of boiling the broth. The kelp needs to be soaked for about 30 minutes, which is a process that must be waited for.

Fatty Blue isn't here now, otherwise Chen Ze could borrow a time baggage from Doraemon.

Chen Ze was stunned. By the way, why didn't he forget to borrow from Doraemon if the phone booth was a magical tool, a magical tool that changed the whole world.

If my restaurant will automatically add high-end ingredients every day, if I have tens of billions of products

At that time, it will really be a small goal of 100 million yuan, and Chen Ze can even become the richest person in the world.

"Forget it." Chen Ze shook his head. If Doraemon was by his side now, Chen Ze would not borrow from him such an artifact as a telephone booth.

"Huh?" Chen Ze lowered his head and glanced, yes, the pork chop was over fried again. It seems better not to think about other things when cooking.

"Master, I feel a headache." Naruto opened his eyes, and a ray of light flashed by in his eyes.

"Tun T T T Ha" Lavra put down the Coke bottle comfortably, and then glanced at Naruto.

"Very good, the magic energy you absorbed has reached your endurance limit." Lavra saw Naruto's current state at a glance.

"Next, there is no need to meditate. First, digest these magical energy with peace of mind." Lavra nodded in satisfaction, although the disciple was too clumsy, Lavra was confident to teach well.

But which teacher doesn't like smart students?

A green light flashed across the flying squirrel on the side. If this is the anime of the King of the Undead, there must be people in the barrage that are proud of the sky!

Flying Squirrel looked at the yellow-haired Naruto in surprise, and now he finally remembered where he had seen Naruto.

In the comics I read when I was young, there was a guy named Uzumaki Naruto, who was a ninja from Konoha.

Thinking about it now, Flying Squirrel discovered that this Naruto was exactly the same as that Naruto, only that he was a little younger.

For an instant, flying squirrel kept thinking about a series of things. If it was Naruto, then this restaurant would be really amazing.

Does it mean that it will also be connected to other planes?Will there be other guests in these animes such as Grim Reaper and Demon Slayer Blade?

So, if this is the case, would he also come out of some light or anime?

If it really is, isn't your own destiny in the hands of others?

Green light flashed continuously on the flying squirrel, and the forced calm effect triggered time and time again.

"Guest, I'm sorry for waiting." Betty's crisp voice awakened the thinking flying squirrel.

"This is a special recommendation today, chestnut rice." Betty put a large bowl and a medium bowl on the flying squirrel's table.

Flying Squirrel glanced down. The chestnut rice soaked in pure white soup exuded a good smell, but the middle bowl on the side attracted more attention.

Flying Squirrel held up the bowl in surprise, then took a sip slowly.

"It's really miso soup." Flying Squirrel took a sigh of satisfaction. This taste is the miso soup he often eats.

Although there are some flaws, it is really delicious, and flying squirrel is very satisfying.

Standing in the kitchen, Chen Ze finally chose not to use miso soup for chestnut rice, but moonlight mushroom soup.

After all, Chen Ze felt that if he was studying in the north, he would like to eat more, maybe his hometown cuisine.

Seeing the contented expression of Flying Squirrel, Chen Ze felt that he was right this time.

How can bird's nest and shark's fin from another town be better than a bowl of porridge in my hometown?

Chapter Seventy Ching Ming Festival and Youth League

Chen Ze stood thoughtfully in the kitchen, while flying squirrel was still eating chestnut rice. It could be seen that flying squirrel was very satisfied with the dishes Chen Ze cooked.

I drank three bowls of miso soup and drank it very cleanly. Chen Ze made this decision just to grasp the mood of flying squirrel.