Chen Ze stood in the kitchen and stroked his chin.
Naturally, Anzi Wugong was also his guest. This wasn't strange. After all, Chen Ze had already discovered that his teleportation gate was connected to many planes.
Let alone Anzi Wugong, even if his teleportation gate was connected to the Douluo Continent in the future, or if Senior White and Squirrel Hang from the cultivators' chat group were pulled in, Chen Ze wouldn't find it strange.
However, there were some customers that he hadn't seen in a long time. For example, the bald-headed demon king. Chen Ze hadn't seen him in a long time.
If not for the fact that Chen Ze was confident in Saitama's strength, he would have thought that Saitama had accidentally been defeated by some strange person.
Or rather … those strange people who lived in the same plane as Saitama were really unlucky.
At this time, Fei Shu was also curiously sizing up the restaurant. He had come here once before, but after learning that Chen Ze couldn't help him return home, he didn't come back for a long time.
Recently, he had been missing the taste of his hometown. Therefore, he decided to visit this place again.
Fei Shu felt that his biggest mistake back then was not changing the settings of the maids. Only the heavens knew what Fei Shu had eaten after arriving in that mysterious world.
Although the maids had diligently cooked according to his requirements, no matter how they cooked, the taste was always a little different from what he had in mind.
The salt was always just passable, and there was too much oil. Compared to the light taste of the Japanese food, Fei Shu couldn't accept it.
I wonder how the food of this restaurant is like? Fei Shu propped up his chin and pondered over this question.
Chestnut rice … I really miss it. It's been a long time since I've eaten that thing.
Fei Shu glanced at Betty. This waitress seemed to be of the same race as his supervisor, Yaer Baide. The only difference was that their figures were like heaven and earth.
Fei Shu glanced at Lavra. She was a vampire. Although he also had Satya as his subordinate, their auras were completely different.
Then, Fei Shu looked at the only boy in the restaurant — a yellow-haired brat with a beard.
Fei Shu could not help but touch his ring. He felt that the little boy looked very familiar, as if he had seen him at work before.
However, he couldn't recall where he had seen the boy before. This made Flying Squirrel feel a little conflicted. He really wanted to know the boy's identity.
Meanwhile, Chen Ze was in the kitchen cooking soup. It wasn't that Chen Ze didn't want to serve the guests with the moonlight mushroom soup, but Chen Ze felt that Flying Squirrel might want to have a mouthful of miso soup.
Although he didn't know if miso soup was used for chestnut rice, Chen Ze felt that it was worth a try.
Miso soup was also very famous in Japanese cuisine. It wasn't because the ingredients were expensive, nor was it because it was very delicious. It was because it was basically made in Japan.
With the promotion of the manga and anime, miso soup became quite famous.
Chen Ze took out some Kunbu from the storage cabinet and soaked it in water. Then, he began to fry the pork chops.
The troublesome part of miso soup is the process of boiling the stock. Kunbu needs to be soaked for about 30 minutes. This is a process that must be waited.
Now that the Blue Fatty wasn't here, Chen Ze could borrow the Time Wrapping Cloth from Doraemon.
Chen Ze froze. Right, how could I forget to borrow the phone booth from Doraemon? That's a Divine Artifact, a Divine Artifact that can change the whole world.
If my restaurant can automatically replenish high-quality ingredients every day … If I have 10 billion yuan …
At that time, it will really be a small goal of 100 million yuan. 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 wouldn't borrow such a magical item like the phone booth from him.
"Huh?" Chen Ze glanced down. Well, the pork chops are overcooked again. It seems that it's better not to think about other things when cooking.
"Sensei, I feel a headache." Naruto opened his eyes, and a light flashed in his eyes.
"Ton ton ton ton ~ Ha ~" Lavra put down the coke bottle and then glanced at Naruto.
"Very good. The magical energy you absorbed has reached your limit." Lavra saw Naruto's current state at a glance.
"Next, there's no need to meditate. First, digest the magical energy." Lavra nodded with satisfaction. Although his disciple is too clumsy, Lavra is confident that he can teach him well.
But which Sensei doesn't like smart students?
A green light flashed across Feishu's body. If this was the anime of the King of the Undead, the comments would have been green with envy!
Flying Squirrel looked at the yellow-haired Naruto in surprise. He finally remembered where he saw Naruto.
In the manga he read when he was a child, there was a guy named Uzumaki Naruto. He was a ninja from Konoha.
Now that he thought about it, Flying Squirrel realized that this Naruto was exactly the same as that Naruto, but a little younger.
For a moment, Flying Squirrel's mind kept thinking about a series of things. If it's really Naruto, then this restaurant is really magical.
Does it mean that it's connected to other planes? Shinigami, Blade of the Demon Destroyer, and other anime, will there be other customers coming in?
Then, if that's the case, is it possible that I'm also from a light novel or anime?
If that's the case, then isn't my fate in the hands of others?
Flying Squirrel's body flashed a green light, and the forced calm effect was triggered again and again.
"Customer, I'm sorry to keep you waiting." Betty's clear voice woke Flying Squirrel from his thoughts.
"This is today's special recommendation, chestnut rice." Betty put a big bowl and a medium bowl on Flying Squirrel's table.
Flying Squirrel glanced down. The chestnut rice soaked in a pure white soup exuded a pleasant smell, but what attracted his attention was the medium bowl on the side.
The Flying Squirrel picked up the bowl in surprise and slowly took a sip.
"Phew … It's really miso soup." Flying Squirrel let out a long sigh of satisfaction. This taste was the same as the miso soup he often ate.
Although there were some flaws, it was really delicious. Flying Squirrel was very satisfied.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen. In the end, he didn't choose to use the miso soup to soak the chestnut rice. Instead, he used the moonlight mushroom soup.
After all, Chen Ze felt that if he was studying in the North, he would prefer to eat the cuisine of his hometown.
Looking at Flying Squirrel's satisfied expression, Chen Ze felt that he guessed correctly this time.
How could the bird's nest and shark's fin from another place compare to a bowl of porridge from home?
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