Chapter 126
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Chen Ze took a deep breath and held onto the table, resisting the urge to control the magic circle.
"Do you have any gold coins?" Chen Ze had just sized up Freymea. She didn't look like someone who would carry ingredients with her.
"Gold coins? I don't have many gold coins left. I only have ten. That's not enough. " Freymea put away her tail and searched her body. She took out ten gold coins and placed them on the table.
Chen Ze took the gold coins. They were still a little warm. "That's enough. Thank you for your patronage. Please come again."
"Human youth, don't you want to know where this gold coin came from?" Freymea had a smile on her face.
"I don't want to know." Chen Ze rolled his eyes. He had already decided not to talk to this Zombie Dragon. Otherwise, he might be angered to death.
"Eh? Why? Can't you feel the warmth on it? I purposely hid it. "Freymea had a shy expression.
Normally, in this situation, Chen Ze, as a healthy man, would definitely let his imagination run wild. At the very least, he would subconsciously fill in the blanks.
But before Chen Ze could speak, Freymea came over and sized up Chen Ze. Then, she clicked her tongue twice.
"Poor little virgin. I've already said that, but you still don't have any reaction. You can't be …"
"I don't care at all!" Chen Ze angrily controlled the magic circle. He lifted Freymea up and threw her out.
Chen Ze would rather spend time researching new dishes than continue talking to Freymea.
However, this was also the first time Chen Ze took the initiative to throw a customer out of the door. Chen Ze was a little regretful. If he had to do it again, Chen Ze would choose to kick Freymea out.
After all, using a magic array to throw something out was not as comfortable as kicking it out.
Chen Ze stretched his body and tried to ease his bad mood, but he found that it didn't work.
"Let's make some snacks." Chen Ze put on his headscarf and returned to the kitchen.
Chen Ze was a person who liked to eat, especially when he was watching movies or reading novels. If he didn't eat something in his mouth, he would feel uncomfortable all over.
But fortunately, Chen Ze insisted on exercising every day, so he didn't get fat.
"If it's a snack … potato chips? French fries? "Chen Ze frowned and rejected the idea.
Making potato chips and French fries was not difficult. Although Chen Ze's knife skills had not reached the level where he could make Wensi Tofu, he could still cut French fries.
"Then let's make fried chicken … Yes, fried chicken." Chen Ze hesitated for a moment and didn't finish his sentence. After all, the meaning of fried chicken would change if he said it.
Fried chicken was a very magical food. Chen Ze's first impression of fried chicken came from the Golden Arches. Later, because of a female classmate, he learned that Korea also had fried chicken.
At that time, Korean dramas were becoming popular. Chen Ze saw many male students who learned from Korean dramas and tried to flirt with their parents.
"Fried chicken goes better with beer ~" He didn't know how many times he had heard this sentence from his female deskmate.
If this female deskmate wasn't 1.4 meters tall and weighed 180 pounds, Chen Ze might have been interested in trying fried chicken and beer.
Chen Ze took out a few chicken drumsticks, wrapped them in egg, and spun them in the starch. After making sure that they were covered, Chen Ze spun them in the bread bran.
"It's not easy to write a recipe nowadays." Chen Ze looked at his phone and ridiculed while turning the fried chicken drumsticks in the oil pan.
"Tsk tsk, this recipe, if I didn't know, I would have thought that it was an academic thesis. What the hell is Maillard reaction?" Chen Ze moved his fingers and felt that he had wasted his time as a chef.
"It's not easy to be a chef. You have to cook and write a thesis." Chen Ze shook his head.
He sincerely praised this big boss who could write a few thousand words of fried chicken drumsticks.
After a while, Chen Ze carried the fried chicken drumsticks to the plate.
As expected, there was no system prompt. Chen Ze also didn't receive any experience points. It seemed that such a simple dish didn't have the qualifications to provide experience points.
Chen Ze sprinkled some chili powder and prepared to eat the drumsticks after washing his hands.
"Manager ~ Let me … Eh?" The sound of the wind chime and Betty's voice came from the kitchen.
Chen Ze rolled his eyes and silently took ten drumsticks from the fridge.
"Manager ~" Betty went into the kitchen and stared at the drumsticks that Chen Ze put on the cabinet.
"Go take a shower and change your clothes first. Come back to eat later." Chen Ze threw the drumsticks wrapped in bread crumbs into the oil pan.
"Okay!" Listening to the sound of Betty going upstairs, Chen Ze's mouth twitched.
There were many times when Chen Ze wondered what kind of person he had taken in back then.
He knew that it was a succubus. If he didn't know, Chen Ze would have thought that he took in a hungry ghost.
When Chen Ze put the ten fried chicken drumsticks on the plate, Betty had already moved a chair and sat aside.
Chen Ze took out a bottle of iced cola from the fridge. He still liked to eat fried drumsticks with cola. A mouthful of hot high-calorie drumsticks and a sip of carbonated cola was the way to raise a happy and fat otaku.
"Burial Ingots." Betty bit the drumstick. Her mouth was full, like a hamster.
"Swallow it first." Chen Ze took a bite of the drumstick. The crispy texture was great.
"Oh … Manager, I want to ask, how do we fight the monster with lightning all over its body?" Betty patted her chest and swallowed the drumstick. Then she copied Chen Ze and took a sip of cola.
Chen Ze silently finished the drumstick in his hand and took out a tissue to wipe his hands.
"You mean the Thunderwolf Dragon?" Chen Ze asked calmly.
"I don't know. I was killed by it a few times." Betty shook her head. She couldn't read at all.
"Hehe … I was wondering why my save file was gone. Bastard, go to hell!" Chen Ze opened Monster Hunter and found that his save file was gone.
"I purposely chose another game. You're so good. You even covered my save file?" Chen Ze felt that he was about to go berserk.
If rage could increase one's strength, Chen Ze felt that he could enter the first round of the super tournament at any time.
Just as Chen Ze was thinking about whether to chop Betty up and make her into succubus soup, the wind chime rang again.
Betty rushed out as fast as she could. She felt that if she stayed in the kitchen any longer, her life would be in danger.
"Dear customer, welcome to Dream Restaurant. May I ask if … you're not available?" Betty's puzzled voice came from the restaurant.
Chen Ze looked at the unknown sculpture in front of him and felt his stomach ache.
There were many sculptures, but Chen Ze only recognized one that looked like this.
"SCP – 173?"
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