Chen Ze stood in the kitchen and suddenly felt a little regretful. After all, he definitely wouldn't be able to finish the breakfast. Betty did finish the bread, but there were still a lot of pickled cucumbers and smoked salted fish left.
"What should I do with these things?" Chen Ze felt that he had lost a few more strands of hair. He had a feeling that he was about to go bald.
Every man was very resistant to baldness. Moreover, there was a saying that "a bald head is the only standard for a handsome man."
"That … Store Manager …" Betty carefully came over and looked at the pickled cucumbers and salted fish that were still on the table. She couldn't help but swallow her saliva.
This was definitely not because she was hungry or wanted to eat. This was completely out of fear.
"What's wrong? Do you want to eat? "Chen Ze of course also noticed Betty's gaze and couldn't help but ask.
If Betty was willing to eat all of it, Chen Ze didn't mind crossing out two of the items in the little notebook.
Hmm, at most, it's worth two, not even one more!
"No, no, no! I don't want to eat. It's just that a customer came. "Betty hurriedly waved her hand. The frequency of her waving was very fast. Those who didn't know would think that it was an electric fan.
"Eh?" Chen Ze was a little confused. It seemed that he was thinking about something else, causing him to not hear the sound of the wind chime for a while.
"What did the customer want?" Chen Ze tied his headscarf and returned to his original appearance of a domineering store manager.
"The customer wanted a … soul …" Betty muttered softly. The corner of Chen Ze's mouth twitched. What the hell is a soul?
Chen Ze definitely knew about souls. Whether it was from the perspective of mysticism or theology, Chen Ze understood it all.
However, if he were to analyze it from the perspective of cooking, then Chen Ze was a little confused. Can souls be used to cook?
What kind of strange world's black cooking is this?
Chen Ze poked his head out to take a look. There was a man sitting in the dining room, but the strange thing was that the man had two small horns on his forehead. He looked exactly like a devil.
"I'm sorry, Dear Customer. Our restaurant is temporarily unable to provide soul cuisine." Chen Ze walked out and explained.
"You can't provide soul cuisine? That would be boring. After all, I'm only interested in souls. "The devil turned his head and looked at Chen Ze.
Only then did Chen Ze notice that the man was still wearing a black suit, and he looked very decent.
"Customer, you can order the dishes on the menu. Souls are indeed not available." Chen Ze shook his head decisively. If he didn't know how to cook, then he didn't know how to cook with his soul.
Moreover, even if he learned it, it would be a problem for him to obtain the souls. After all, it seemed that the other party did not intend to eat the souls of chickens, ducks, cows, goats, and pigs.
"In that case … give me a glass of Elizabeth." The devil stared at Chen Ze for a while, then glanced at the floor under his feet and changed his request.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Chen Ze nodded, then went to the kitchen and poured a glass of Elizabeth for the devil.
The bright red liquid swayed in the wine glass, looking very eye-catching.
"Delicious wine … seems to be different from the ones in the mortal world." The devil slowly took a sip. It was obvious that he had specially learned how to taste red wine.
After all, the devil's method was similar to the one Chen Ze saw in the video before. They were all the same steps, but the way he tasted it was more complicated.
"If you need anything else, you can tell Betty." Chen Ze said a few simple words, then returned to his kitchen.
He had to take the opportunity to further process the stuffing of the Goubuli buns in order to reach a better level.
Betty looked at the customer's eyes and could not help but show a flattering smile.
For some reason, this customer gave her a very strong sense of oppression. It was almost the same as Lord Lavra and Lord Stan.
"Succubus, do you have anything to recommend?" the devil looked at Betty and asked.
"Uh … Dear customer, all of the food here is very delicious, even the barbecue is the same," Betty hurriedly explained.
"Barbecue?" When the devil heard this word, it reminded him of the scenes in hell where his subordinates often used tridents to barbecue souls in the fire of hell for fun.
"I don't like it. As the king of hell, I feel like I'm smelling barbecue every day." Mephisto shook his head.
"Is there anything else?" If there was only barbecue, then Mephisto had to consider whether to order some dessert.
"Then it's the store manager's magical mapo tofu and ice cream." Betty pondered for a while, and gave the answer in her heart.
To Betty, there was no dish that could compare to these two. Other than the starry sky cake that she had never eaten before, even the ice sea chestnut rice was not as good as these two dishes to her taste.
"Magical mapo tofu? Hua Xia's cuisine? Give me one. "Mephisto's interest was piqued.
Mephisto was very interested in the cuisine of the distant east, but because that place was not under his jurisdiction, Mephisto had never been there.
Because of this, Mephisto had a certain level of anticipation for Hua Xia's cuisine. After all, the Chinese restaurants in the places he was in charge of were not very authentic.
"Okay, please wait a moment." Betty nodded, then walked into the kitchen to inform Chen Ze.
"Okay." Chen Ze nodded, then took out the tofu, and began to prepare the magical mapo tofu according to the method that Liu Meixin had taught him, as well as the basic techniques that Xingping Chuangzhen had taught him.
[You have made an exquisite magical mapo tofu. Experience in making otherworldly cuisine increased by 10 points.]
Chen Ze sighed. He did not make the perfect magical mapo tofu again, which disappointed Chen Ze a little.
"Betty, come in and serve the dishes," Chen Ze called out.
Looking at the magical mapo tofu in front of him and the rice at the side, Mephisto skillfully picked up his chopsticks, and picked up a piece to taste.
"Very good." Mephisto nodded. This magical mapo tofu tasted great, but it was built on the foundation that he had suppressed his body to that of a mortal.
After all, as one of the kings of hell, Mephisto would not feel anything even if he drank lava, let alone magical mapo tofu.
"Do you have Zuo Zongtang's chicken? Succubus. " Mephisto turned his head with interest. Out of all the Chinese restaurants that he had eaten before, his favorite dish was General Tso's chicken.
"Yes, please wait a moment." Betty went into the kitchen again.
"Manager, give me another set of General Tso's chicken!"
"Okay."
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