My restaurant connects to another world

"The store manager!" Chen Ze turned his head and looked at Betty with a look of doubt, what happened to this product.

"Well, I want to ask, oil fish... can you buy it?" Betty looked at Chen Ze twistedly.

The corners of Chen Ze's mouth twitched.

"Didn't I tell you that oily fish is a very troublesome thing, although it tastes good, but you basically regret it after eating it, so you still don't struggle." Chen Ze rolled his eyes, Betty Does this guy want to experience the feeling of oily butt?

"No, I just... I just think, I'm a succubus, maybe I can eat that thing?" Betty licked her lips.

"..." Chen Ze suddenly felt that Betty's words seemed to make sense. After all, the reason why humans eat oily fish can cause oily buttocks. In a way, it is because humans cannot digest the oil, but the succubus may not necessarily .

"Okay, you can eat it for you, but you can eat it for me when the time comes. I don't want to clean the restaurant." Chen Ze rolled his eyes. It seems that he can only order an oily fish from the Internet later. .

"Hey, thank you shop manager" Betty ran out happily, her dishes finished.

Chen Ze shook his head, and then took out the things needed to make pizza. Although Jeanna hasn't come yet, Chen Ze thinks that this is basically bound to come, so maybe it's good to make them in advance?

"Manager, do you have anything to eat today." Before he picked up the pizza, the door was pushed open, and a familiar voice came in.

"Welcome to Yimeng Restaurant, Mr. Flying Squirrel" Betty's voice told Chen Ze, what kind of guests are this time.

"Hello... Ya'er... Betty." Flying Squirrel looked at Betty with a smile, and always felt a little bit of a play, but this succubus was not as well developed as Albedo. It was simply the difference between an airport and a mountain.

"???" Betty looked troubled.

Chapter 470 Barbecue Bento and Homesickness

"That...Guest, why do I always feel that you are suggesting something?" Betty looked at Flying Squirrel with emptied eyes, she just suddenly felt that her mind was under some kind of attack.

"No, Miss Betty, can you give me a glass of Coke?" Flying Squirrel smiled and sat down. It's good to come to this restaurant. He won't be forced to calm down at all, and only then can he experience it again. The feeling of being a human being.

"Of course you can, guest, please wait a moment." Betty shook her head, maybe she was worried.

Holmes didn't speak. He has been watching the flying squirrel ever since he came in. After all, the flying squirrel's appearance is so eye-catching that Holmes has no way to look away from him.

"Don't look at it, no matter how you look at it, it's the same. This restaurant is originally such a magical place. Isn't the appearance of Jeanna unacceptable to you?" Of course Moriarty understood Holmes's mind, and he was also surprised at the beginning. But now looking at others surprised, but there is a kind of inexplicable pride.

"It's really amazing." Holmes nodded. This new guest has subverted his three views from all angles, giving Holmes a shocking feeling.

If Jeanna's existence is relatively easy to accept, after all, although he is a historical figure before, but it has also existed in real life, then the existence of this skeleton monster now makes Holmes quite surprised.

"What's magical about this, there are dragons and demons here, and it's not surprising that gods come in one day." Moriarty took a sip of tea. If it weren't for the existence of these magical guests, Moriah Di will never put all of her thoughts on this magical restaurant.

"Yeah." Holmes nodded, he thought a lot, and even felt that the cases outside didn't seem to be that important. After all, compared with these magical existences, the cases were simply too boring.

Flying Squirrel naturally didn't know his appearance, and almost made a big detective give up his detective career. He was watching the recipe projected by the robot.

"Very good." Flying Squirrel nodded, the projections of these dishes are very real, and there is a fragrance, which makes Flying Squirrel feel a little bit dazzling.

"Yes, guest, this is a brand new way of ordering in our restaurant" Betty looked smug.

"Well, do you have a barbecue lunch?" Flying Squirrel looked at Betty expectantly.

"Huh? Barbecue Bento? Please wait a moment." Betty was stunned. She memorized the menu, so just after passing through her mind, she realized that there was no such dish in the restaurant, so she could only ask. The store manager.

"Store manager, store manager!" Betty ran into the kitchen quickly, and told Chen Ze about Flying Squirrel's request.

"Barbecue bento? Flying squirrel is really unique, but maybe it is nostalgic. Yes, you can ask flying squirrel to see if there are other points." Chen Ze nodded, this thing about barbecue bento, listen. It sounds strange, but it's actually not that difficult.

When Chen Xingchen was traveling in Japan, he used to go to Nemuro in Hokkaido, which is the easternmost place in Japan, where people live on fishing, but this is not a strange thing in Japan, after all, Japan There are a large number of fishermen, but there are few Nemuro people. For them, in addition to fishing every day, they go to the convenience store to eat yakiniku bento, so the local yakiniku bento is the most famous.

Chen Ze had seen the photos of the barbecue bento sent to him by his sister and had to say...

It's simple, it doesn't have the gorgeousness of other bento, the presentation is not very beautiful, and the dishes are relatively simple, and they can even be labeled as boring.

But the barbecue bento can become the main push bento of the local convenience store, naturally, it has its own reason.

"Manager, Mr. Flying Squirrel has nothing else to ask for, just ask me for a few glasses of beer." Betty probed in and said to Chen Ze.

"Okay." Chen Ze nodded, then his business is very simple.

The barbecue bento is really very simple. White rice, freshly roasted pork belly, and finally topped with sauce, is ready. So for Chen Ze, this dish is really hard to talk about, but Chen Ze I still worked hard to make some improvements on the rice and sauce to make this dish taste better.

"Sure enough, it was not recognized by the system." Chen Ze looked at the freshly baked box of bento in front of him, and shook his head. The method of making barbecue bento was so simple, so Chen Ze felt that he might not be recognized when he made it. , I didn't expect to do a good job with no consequence.

However, Chen Ze didn’t care. He doesn’t care about experience anymore anyway. Although the rewards given to him by the system are pretty good, they play a supporting role. Chen Ze’s current cooking skills are I learned it myself.

"Betty, come in and serve food." Chen Ze wiped his hands, and then took out a piece of pork belly. When he just made pork belly, Chen Ze felt a little greedy.

Chen Ze doesn't know if others are like this, anyway, for Chen Ze, he is like this.

That is, in some cases, I suddenly want to eat something inexplicably, and then think of ways to eat, and then after eating, there will be an alternative satisfaction.

"Huh...it's this barbecue bento." Flying Squirrel looked at the box of steamed rice and barbecue with satisfaction.

The white rice façade is mixed with some beans, then the grilled greasy pork belly, and the sauce poured on it, gives the flying squirrel a feeling of returning to reality.

Moreover, Chen Ze deliberately used the kind of lunch box in the convenience store. Although it is a cheap plastic lunch box, holding it in his hand makes flying squirrel happier. When he can work, he likes to eat it in the convenience store. Lunch.

"I'm moving!" Flying Squirrel picked up the chopsticks and put his palms together respectfully, then took a bite of rice and barbecue, put it in his mouth, and chewed.

Chen Ze used the spicy sauce, which was spicy and a hint of sauce, coupled with the unique fat and meaty flavor of pork belly, the flying squirrel pulled quickly, and then found that there were some beans on the rice, which was sour. The crispy taste makes this barbecue lunch more delicious, and it also makes flying squirrels satisfied.

"I'm very curious, why can I eat it?" Holmes glanced at the flying squirrel, who was sitting diagonally behind him.

"Who knows, just like this magic door, I feel that the store manager may be a wizard." Moriarty smiled, and then took another sip of tea.

"Betty, please refill us another pot."

Chapter 471 about the fact that the English are not like the English

Flying Squirrel noticed the sights of Moriarty and Holmes. After all, after he was reincarnated, he found that he seemed to have some magical abilities, such as being able to detect the sight of others, even if they were secretly watching. It was as obvious as standing in front of him and peeking.

But Flying Squirrel didn’t take care of him. He was used to it. In fact, when dining in this restaurant, he often met some strange customers, and many of them would secretly look at him, even before. A yellow-skinned mouse was able to reach him even though only a little blood was deducted.

But this also left a very deep impression on Flying Squirrel, so now Flying Squirrel has completely abandoned the idea of ​​studying in this restaurant, anyway, just treat it as a meal.

"Mr. Flying Squirrel, how are you doing?" Chen Ze walked out of the kitchen, still holding a plate of skewers.

And Betty followed behind him, took a plate of skewers, and placed it in front of Holmes and Moriarty, attracting the attention of these two people.

"This is?" Holmes looked at the skewers in front of him, a little surprised.

"Mr. Holmes, this is the barbecue that the store manager specially confessed that I gave you. It is a free gift. Please use it slowly." Betty retreated to the side with a smile, and then quickly stepped into the kitchen. Chen Ze left it for her to stay in the kitchen. A plate.

"Gifts? Mr. The manager is really refreshing in happy events." Moriarty smiled and showed off the Eastern language he had learned in front of Holmes.

"Oh, this is natural. After all, the spring night is worth a thousand dollars." Holmes glanced at Moriarty contemptuously. Since I came here for dinner last time, I was mocked by Moriarty because he can't use chopsticks. Afterwards, Holmes made up his mind and studied the transformation of that magical country in the East.