My restaurant connects to another world

Chapter Two Hundred and One New Guests Are Constantly Flowing

Standing in the kitchen, Chen Ze suddenly regretted it. After all, he would definitely not be able to finish this early. Betty ate the bread, but there was still a lot of pickles and dried smoked fish.

"How should I deal with these things better?" Chen Ze felt that his hair had fallen out a few more, and he felt that he was about to be bald.

Every man is very resistant to baldness, and there is a saying that "the bald head is the only criterion for testing a handsome guy".

"The shop manager" Betty approached cautiously, looking at the pickles and dried salted fish still on the table, she couldn't help swallowing.

This is definitely not because of hunger or wanting to eat saliva, this is completely out of fear.

"What's wrong? Do you want to eat?" Of course, Chen Ze noticed Betty's gaze, and couldn't help but ask.

If Betty was willing to eat it all, Chen Ze didn't mind to cross out two of the contents of the small book.

Well, it is worth two at most, no more than one!

"No, no, no! I didn't want to eat, just a visitor came." Betty waved her hand quickly, the frequency of the swing was very fast, and she thought it was an electric fan.

"Huh?" Chen Ze was a little dumbfounded. It seemed that he was just thinking about other things, which caused him not to hear the sound of wind chimes for a while.

"What did the guest want?" Chen Ze put on his headscarf and restored his original appearance as the domineering store manager.

"Guest asked for a soul" Betty whispered, Chen Ze twitched the corner of his mouth, what a ghost is the soul.

Chen Ze must know the soul, whether it is analyzed from mysticism or theology, Chen Ze understands it.

But if you analyze it from the perspective of cooking, then Chen Ze is a little confused. Can the soul be used for cooking?

What kind of black cooking is this strange world?

Chen Ze probe glanced, and there was a man sitting in the dining room, but the strange thing was that he had two small horns on his forehead, which looked exactly like the devil.

"Sorry, guest, our restaurant cannot provide soul food for the time being." Chen Ze walked out and explained.

"Can't provide soul food? That would be really boring. After all, I am only interested in soul." The guy who seemed to be the devil turned his head and looked at Chen Ze.

Chen Ze noticed that the other party was still wearing a black suit, and it looked very decent.

"Guests can order the dishes on the menu. The soul really can't provide them." Chen Ze still shook his head decisively, no or no, where did he learn to cook with his soul?

And even if you learn, how to get your soul is still a problem, after all, it seems that the other party does not intend to eat the soul of chickens, ducks, cattle, sheep and pigs.

"In that case, give me a cup of Elizabeth." The devil stared at Chen Ze for a while, then glanced at the floor under his feet, and changed his request.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Chen Ze nodded, and then went to the kitchen to pour a cup of Elizabeth for the devil.

The bright red liquid dangled in the goblet, which looked particularly eye-catching.

"The delicious wine seems to be different from the mortal." The other party took a sip slowly, and it was obvious that the other party had specially learned how to taste red wine.

After all, the other party's methods are similar to those seen by Chen Ze in the video before, and they are all the same steps, but the other party's tasting methods are more complicated.

"If you still need it, you can explain to Betty." Chen Ze said briefly, and then returned to his kitchen.

He had to take advantage of the present to further process the stuffing of Goubuli buns to achieve a better state.

Betty looked at the guest's eyes and couldn't help showing a pleasing smile.

For some reason, this guest gave her a very powerful sense of oppression, almost like Master Lafra and Master Stan.

"Succubus, do you have any recommendations." The devil looked at Betty and asked.

"Dear guest, all the dishes in the shop are very good, even the barbecue." Betty quickly explained.

"Barbecue?" The devil heard this word, which reminded him of the scene where his men often fork their souls with tridents and roast them on the fire of hell when they were in hell.

"I don't like it. As the lord of hell, I feel like I smell the barbecue every day." Mephisto shook his head.

"Anything else?" If there is only barbecue, then Mephisto has to consider whether to have some dessert.

"That is the store manager's magic mapo tofu and Liebing fresh iceberg." Betty pondered for a while and gave the answer in her mind.

For Betty, there are no dishes that can compare with these two, except for the starry sky cake that she has not eaten, even if it is ice sea chestnut rice, none of these two match Betty's taste.

"Ma Po tofu? Chinese cuisine? Give me one." Mephisto became interested in a sudden.

Mephisto is still very interested in the cuisine of the far east, but because that place is not under his control, Mephisto has never been to it.

Because of this, Mephisto has a certain sense of anticipation for Chinese cuisine. After all, the taste of Chinese restaurants in his jurisdiction is not very authentic.

"Okay, please wait a moment." Betty nodded, then walked into the kitchen and said to Chen Ze.

"Yeah." Chen Ze nodded, then took out the tofu, and began to process this magical mapo tofu in accordance with the method Liu Subaru taught him and the basic skills guided by Xingping Chuangzhen.

You have made an exquisite magic mapo tofu, and the cooking experience of another world has increased by 10 points

Chen Ze sighed, and did not make the perfect level of magic mapo tofu, which made Chen Ze a little disappointed.

"Betty, come in and serve food." Chen Ze shouted.

Looking at the magic mapo tofu in front of him and the rice on the side, Mephisto skillfully picked up the chopsticks, took a piece and tasted it.

"Very good." Mephisto nodded in his head. This magical mapo tofu tastes very good, but it must be based on the fact that he suppressed his body to a mortal.

After all, as one of the lord of hell, Mephisto won't feel anything even if he drinks magma, let alone Mapo Tofu.

"Is there Zuo Zongtang's chicken? Succubus." Mephisto turned his head with interest. In the Chinese restaurant he had eaten, Zuo Zongtang's chicken was his favorite.

"Yes, please wait." Betty went into the kitchen again.

"Manager, let's have another Zongtang Chicken!"

"Ok."

Chapter 202 The Devil and Rogue Software

Chen Ze still knows how to cook Zuo Zongtang's chicken. After all, Chen Ze saw the name of Zuo Zongtang's chicken many times in the process of referring to the western style of Chinese cuisine.

It can even be said that when it comes to Chinese restaurants, the first reaction of many Westerners who have eaten it is Tso's Chicken, because the taste of this dish is more in line with Western tastes.

Although it can be regarded as Huaxia cuisine in essence, it is indeed a little improved.

So Chen Ze made a good Zuo Zongtang chicken in a while, and then asked Betty to take it over.

"Next let me think about how Goubuli Baozi can solve this problem." Chen Ze touched his chin.

Regarding the question of the film of Goubuli steamed buns, Chen Ze has a vague idea in his mind. The question is how to make the film more coordinated with Goubuli steamed buns so as not to conflict with each other. This is the problem.