"It tastes really good …" Chen Ze smacked his lips. This perfect magical mapo tofu was really not something that could be compared to other magical mapo tofu.
"Ah … This is probably heaven …" Betty lay on the chair and closed her eyes comfortably.
Although she had been very serious about this magical mapo tofu, she really didn't expect it to taste so good. Just one bite was enough to leave a lasting aftertaste.
And although it was only one bite, Betty was very satisfied.
Chen Ze touched his chin. Although he had eaten it, Chen Ze still didn't know how he had made this magical mapo tofu.
"Store manager, give me ten more servings of red braised pork rice!" Sebastian shouted loudly. He had just eaten a little bit of magical mapo tofu, and he felt that his appetite had been completely stimulated.
"Okay." Chen Ze nodded, and then began to make the red braised pork rice.
Ten servings of red braised pork rice. Chen Ze only needed to cook a big pot of red braised pork and then match it with rice.
During this time, Chen Ze tried to concentrate on making a perfect dish of red braised pork rice, but he didn't achieve his goal.
"So what's wrong?" Chen Ze scratched his head in distress, then silently washed his hands and tied his headscarf.
"Store manager, give me another twenty servings of my side dishes. Dragan also said that he wanted a bowl of chestnut rice from the Iced Sea," Jussel interrupted, and Chen Ze didn't have time to continue worrying.
"By the way, Jussel, do you guys want a Thunderbolt Ale?" Chen Ze suddenly remembered that there were two more kinds of wine in his kitchen.
"Thunderbolt Ale? You mean the ale brewed by the dwarves? "Sebastian raised his head. Of course, he knew about this wine.
"Yes, I asked Lavra to get me a bottle of Thunder Ale. Some are chilled, and some are at room temperature." Chen Ze nodded. In the future, his restaurant would be able to sell alcohol.
However, this wine could only be sold to customers in the alternate world. After all, if it was taken out as a delivery, it might bring some unnecessary trouble.
"I'll pass. The taste of the Thunder Ale is not as good as the elven fruit wine." Dragan shook his head, and then slowly ate his chestnut rice.
The more he ate it, the more he liked it. Although it wasn't as good as the magical mapo tofu, it was more in line with Dragan's taste.
"I don't want it either. I drank a lot of Thunder Ale, so I'm not interested." Jussel shook his head and scooped up the tripe from the hotpot.
"Then I have a bottle of wine, but it has a high alcohol content. Do you guys want to try it?" Chen Ze thought of Elizabeth. This was also Lavra's wine, and Lavra brewed it themselves.
However, the alcohol content of this wine was terrifyingly high, and Chen Ze didn't want to sell it to customers who hadn't finished eating yet.
"What wine? Give me a glass. I want to drink something with a high alcohol content. That way, my throat will feel better. "Sebastian proudly patted his chest.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched, and then he personally poured a glass of Elizabeth for Sebastian.
"This wine smell …" Jussel sniffed. The wine smell was very strange. It didn't disperse, and it even had a faint fragrance.
"This is Elizabeth. It's a strong wine. If you don't drink much, it's better not to drink it." Chen Ze thoughtfully gave a hint.
Then Sebastian picked it up and drained it in one gulp, just like Rose did the last time she came to drink.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched. What's wrong with these customers? Although Chen Ze knew that Sebastian's true form was a black dragon, he still drank it in one gulp. Wasn't he afraid that he would faint?
"The taste is not bad, but I don't think the alcohol content is that high." Sebastian smacked his lips. He felt that he would need to drink ten glasses before he could get drunk.
"It's good that you're not drunk." Chen Ze was relieved. If Sebastian was drunk, then he didn't know how good his alcohol tolerance was.
Then, Chen Ze returned to the kitchen. He planned to make a few more servings of Magical Mapo Tofu to test the texture.
[You made an exquisite Magical Mapo Tofu. Otherworld Cuisine experience increased by 10 points.]
Chen Ze rolled his eyes. In the end, he still wasn't able to create the perfect Magical Mapo Tofu. This made Chen Ze doubt his life. Was it because he had just entered the so-called 'One with the Heavens' state?
"Dragan … Let me tell you. I remember when I was a baby dragon, you helped me a lot …" Sebastian hugged Dragan.
Dragan sat on his chair expressionlessly. He looked at the chestnut rice that had fallen on his clothes because of Sebastian's sudden hug.
"Sebastian, are you drunk?" Jussel asked worriedly. He really didn't expect that Chen Ze would be able to knock Sebastian out with a glass of wine.
"I … I'm not! I like Dragan's face the most. Hehe, it reminds me of when I was young. A black dragon told me that he especially liked to watch Dragan's magic image and do some luck … "Before Sebastian could finish his words, Dragan gave him a hard punch.
"Sebastian, you're drunk." Dragan finished the chestnut rice and put a bag of gold coins on the table.
"Ugh … My stomach hurts … What did I say? Do some exercise? Yes, do some luck … "Then, Dragan punched Sebastian's stomach again.
Chen Ze watched silently from the kitchen. He had to admit that Sebastian was a fierce warrior. Only a fierce warrior would be able to do such a thing.
"Manager, this is Sebastian's meal fee. I'll take him back first." Dragan looked at Chen Ze with a smile. Then, he took out a purple item and put it on the table.
"Dragan, isn't this the Lightning Fruit?" Jussel's chopsticks hesitated for a moment.
"Yes, do you have a problem with that?" Dragan turned his head with a smile and looked at Jussel with a kind smile.
"… I have no objections." Rissel swallowed his saliva.
Then, he watched Dragan drag Sebastian away. Then, Jussel silently lit a candle for Sebastian in his heart.
He hoped that the next time he saw Sebastian, Sebastian would still be alive.
"Manager, this is my meal fee." Jussel hurriedly finished his meal, left an ice fish, and left.
Chen Ze walked out in confusion. He picked up the things on the table and looked at the front door of the restaurant.
"Are they in a hurry?"
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