My restaurant connects to another world

"My girlfriend told me that the leaders of her company are very optimistic about her and plan to let her be the supervisor later." Frank put down the cigar and slumped on the sofa.

"Then you want to quit?" Zhu Guangming calmly touched his chin, then took a little tobacco out of his arms and rolled it himself.

"What are you thinking? You and I know it, these guys are warning us." Frank took out the lighter in his arms and threw it to his old friend.

The sound of a "patter" of a lighter, and then Zhu Guangming's comfortable breathing.

"Your girlfriend will definitely be the supervisor after they confirm that there is no problem, but if we keep it under control, your girlfriend is likely to be fired, and in extreme cases may be kidnapped." Zhu Guangming vomited a smoke ring. Then just watched the smoke ring dissipate in the air.

"I know." Frank clenched his fist.

For justice!What a vocabulary that makes people excited, but how big is the price behind justice, and how many people can afford it.

"You can withdraw, for Jenny, and for your future children." Zhu Guangming shrank on the sofa, smoky under the dim light.

"...Someone has to come forward, old man." Frank hesitated obviously for a while when he heard Jenny and his children.

"The iron barrels in the ocean in Los Angeles are not all cement." Zhu Guangming glanced at his old friend.

"" Frank clutched his head in pain. He knew that Zhu Guangming was right. If he continued to investigate, he would be exposed sooner or later. This was to use his family as a bet. The bet was too big and he couldn't afford it.

"I hope I can come to eat Mapo tofu with you in the future, man." Frank stood up.

"That's natural, this trouble is nothing." Zhu Guangming nodded, and then watched his old friend leave his office.

"Justice" Zhu Guangming was lying on the sofa. The computer in front of him was full of dangdant materials. He was looking for the diary that Epstein had hidden. Just looking for this thing, the crimes of those big men would be known to the public. Only in this way, those children who are caught to satisfy their addiction can sleep peacefully in the middle of the night.

"But with that said, I want to eat Mapo tofu too." Zhu Guangming looked at the office's bookshelf. Behind the bookshelf, a wooden door was slowly taking shape and appeared in the air.

"Welcome to Yimeng Restaurant, Dear Guest" opened the door and walked in. The oncoming demon waiter looked at him with a gentle smile, which made Zhu Guangming suddenly feel very comfortable. This sense of coldness also disappeared a lot.

"Thank you for giving me a mapo tofu and a bowl of rice. Will there be Sichuan twice-cooked pork in the end?" Zhu Guangming found a place and sat down.

"Yes, guest, is this your book?" It was Chen Ze who replied, and Chen Ze walked out of the kitchen with a book in his hand. Basic deduction.

"It turned out to be here, thank you, manager, I really didn't expect to fall here." Zhu Guangming smiled, then took it and put it on the table.

Chen Ze nodded, and then went back to the kitchen. Originally, he just came over to give the guest the items left last time. Now he can cook slowly in the kitchen.

For the two dishes that Zhu Guangming wanted, Chen Ze first cooked the magic mapo tofu. After all, Chen Ze had cooked this dish many times, so Chen Ze also had some experience, but Chen Ze was more entangled in the practice of twice-cooked pork.

Twice-cooked pork is not difficult to make, but Chen Ze has never cooked Sichuan twice-cooked pork, but as long as there is a recipe, Chen Ze can study it slowly.

The recipe for Sichuan twice-cooked pork is not complicated. At least Chen Ze knows what to do after looking at it. But Chen Ze regrets that the best pork for Sichuan twice-cooked pork is not the white pork that is currently on the market. It is the local Chinese pig in Sichuan, but this kind of pig is rare, and Chen Ze has not bought it on the Internet.

"Forget it, let's cook first." Chen Ze shook his head.

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Chen Ze did it very quickly, but this is also because Chen Ze is already a better chef now. Even if Chen Ze does not have this restaurant and system, Chen Ze can still flourish in other big restaurants.

"But it's a pity that I don't have that pig. It seems that I have to find time to travel elsewhere, and then buy a few of those local pigs." Chen Ze sighed while looking at the cooked pork in front of him.

Chen Ze intends to buy those local pigs that are already scarce, and then find an opportunity to let Hasta or Nyara build a simple breeding farm for himself, so that he can cultivate these pigs and make the best pigs. Authentic Chinese cuisine.

"Betty, come in and serve the dishes." Chen Ze clapped his hands, all the dishes have been prepared, and the next step is to ask Betty to serve them to the compatriot.

"The taste is very good." Zhu Guangming looked at the Sichuan twice-cooked pork with joy. Gui knew how much he missed the home-cooked dishes in his hometown after he came to the United States.

You must know that the Chinese cuisine here in the United States is basically improved, which makes Zhu Guangming very uncomfortable to eat. It is a blessing to find an authentic Chinese restaurant, but in Hell's Kitchen, such restaurants usually open soon. , Those disgusting gang members live on these businesses like parasites.

Zhu Guangming picked up a piece of pork and put it in his mouth, chewing slowly, his smile on his face became brighter.

Compared with most Sichuan dishes, Sichuan twice-cooked pork has the same spiciness, but the hemp flavor is not strong. It can be said that it is one of the rare Sichuan dishes without hemp, but it still makes people who do not like spicy food. Can't accept it.

But for Zhu Guangming, the spiciness and the taste of Pixian Doubanjiang are so nostalgic, so he ate it quickly, and in a short while, he ate all the Mapo tofu and twice-cooked pork, which was satisfying. Sitting on the chair, he touched his stomach.

"I feel that I don't want to cook by myself in the future." Zhu Guangming thought that Ge You was paralyzed. After all, this feeling is really good.

"I welcome guests to come every day." Chen Ze smiled and took another sentence.

"Forget it, I don't have so many good things to pay for meals." Zhu Guangming smiled, then took out a bag from his pocket and put it on the table.

"The last time I gave you a quill pen, I thought about it this time and decided to give you a matching lacquer and some seals." Zhu Guangming opened the bag and Chen Ze saw a lot of lacquer pillars and three seal.

"That's really thank you, but next time you won't give me a letter, will you?" Chen Ze picked it up in tears. He really didn't expect to collect these things again.

"It's hard to say, after all, good stationery is always in demand, not to mention handmade stationery from a century-old shop." Zhu Guangming shrugged. In fact, he really intends to send stationery to Chen Ze, but the price of this stationery is not cheap.

"Then I'll wait and see." Chen Ze put the bag away and planned to put it in the bedroom with the feather pen. Can it be used to write a love letter to Lafra in the future?

"The manager seems to seldom joke with customers like this." Watching Zhu Guangming leave with the book, Betty sighed.

"Is there?" Chen Ze glanced at her, and then returned to the kitchen. It seemed that Betty had indeed said it, but after all, he was a compatriot and always felt natural and kind.

"Mr. Shopkeeper, let's have curry rice." With a tender voice, Chen Ze twitched the corners of his mouth. He knew who it was when he heard it, Kudo washing machine.

Chen Ze took a look at the restaurant, and then saw that the juvenile holding the thigh group came here again, and all the members were dispatched, Kudo and Huihara Ai were also there.

"Okay, do you want curry pork chop rice for all?" Chen Ze saw Conan winking frantically at him, and it seemed that he didn't want his true identity to be revealed by Chen Ze.

"No, I want eel rice, Mr. Manager!" Kojima Motota immediately raised his hand, and Chen Ze realized that the president of this detective team is an authentic eel rice lover.

"Okay." Chen Ze saw that the others hadn't made new requests, so he started to prepare the dishes for them.

"For Conan and Huiyuan, we should use the medium-spicy mouth. The others use the sweet mouth." Chen Ze looked at the curry bag he bought from a Japanese specialty store, chose four bags and took it out, and then began to cut. eel.

"Hey, why do we have to follow?" Conan looked at Can Nian, he glanced at the Bumei people who were turning around Betty.

"Don't you say how delicious this curry rice is, detective." Huihara gave Conan a sullen look. If it wasn't for this guy in the class to say how delicious the curry rice was last time, Genta Kojima Never thought of this restaurant.

"Blame me, I just said it objectively, after all, the taste of this restaurant is indeed superb." Conan emptied his eyes.

"I don't know who was in the subway locker last time." Hui Yuan looked at Conan. This guy has been investigating the organization, but it is not so easy to organize such a behemoth.

"That was just an accident..." Conan quickly defended himself. The last time he went to investigate the black organization, he was almost caught by gin and vodka. Conan could not imagine that if gin opened the cabinet door, he would What will happen.

"Brother, this seems to be a restaurant." Suddenly a male voice came in. Conan and Hui Yuanai were shocked, and Hui Yuanai looked at the two men who had just walked in in horror.

"Well, it's a restaurant, and there are some kids here, so let's have a meal here." The gin, who was not silver-haired, glanced at Conan and the others, then found a corner and sat down.

"Two guests, this is the menu" Betty immediately greeted him, and Hui Principle lowered his head tremblingly, pulling Conan's clothes vigorously.

"This restaurant... is really full of surprises..." Conan trembled, but he was filled with joy. He met the people in black in such a place!

"Ala Allah, if the author is there, he will definitely draw a special chapter of the black organization and Conan in the restaurant, will it be a theater version?" Of course Chen Ze also saw gin and vodka.

I have to say that Gin is really miserable, it is so miserable and distressing. After all, in a huge black organization, Gin’s side is either a traitor, an undercover agent, or an idiot. In the later period, Gin’s hair turned silver gray. Chen Ze felt it was because of the gin to worry too much.