Chapter 342
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Zuo Zongtang's Chicken … Chen Ze knew how to make this dish. After all, Chen Ze had seen the name Zuo Zongtang's Chicken many times during the process of improving Hua Xia cuisine.
It could even be said that the first reaction of many Westerners who had eaten Chinese restaurants was Zuo Zongtang's Chicken, because the taste of this dish was more suitable for Westerners.
Although it was considered a Hua Xia cuisine in essence, it had indeed been improved a little.
Therefore, Chen Ze made a high-quality Zuo Zongtang's Chicken in a short while and asked Betty to bring it over.
"Let me think … How should I perfect this problem with Goubuli's Steamed Bun …" Chen Ze stroked his chin.
Chen Ze already had a vague idea about the membrane of Goubuli's steamed bun. The problem was how to make the membrane more compatible with Goubuli's steamed bun so that they wouldn't conflict with each other. That was the problem.
"It tastes good, and Zuo Zongtang's Chicken is very refreshing." Mephisto ate Zuo Zongtang's Chicken in satisfaction. It tasted even better than what he ate in New York's Chinese restaurant.
Chen Ze poked his head out to take a look. He thought for a long time but still couldn't figure out how to deal with this problem, so he decided to change his mood.
"Do you eat Chinese food often?" Chen Ze looked at Mephisto curiously.
After all, the other party looked like a Western devil, but he was quite familiar with Chinese food. It was just that …
Chen Ze looked at the other party with a strange expression as he held his chopsticks. He didn't know if it was a common problem among Westerners, but most Westerners held their chopsticks in a special way.
And the way this guest held his chopsticks was also very special. At the very least, Chen Ze couldn't figure out why this guest held his chopsticks with his orchid fingers.
Was this some strange custom? Or was it popular for devils to eat with their orchid fingers raised?
"I don't eat it often. After all, I eat souls most of the time." Mephisto put down his chopsticks. He had already finished eating.
"I can tell. After all, the way you hold your chopsticks is quite special." Chen Ze smiled.
"Isn't this how you hold your chopsticks? First, then put the chopsticks through it, and then do this again. "Mephisto held his chopsticks again, but it was still strange. He still raised his orchid fingers.
"Holding chopsticks is actually … Alright, as long as it's useful, what to use to pay to do it. What do you plan to pay with?" Chen Ze originally to explain the correct way to hold his chopsticks, but he gave up in the end.
"Manager, do you want cash or credit card?" Mephisto took out a black credit card from his pocket. Chen Ze's mouth twitched when he saw it.
Did demons carry a black card with them when they went out to do business these days?
Chen Ze shook his head. The POS machine also needed to be connected to the internet, so credit cards were really useless.
... '' '' to pay.'s's' '''s''s Pay it to pay to to pay to pay to pay.. to be? to's's
To it 'to the to's's to pay's to be to to be? " Mephisto smiled and took out a piece of parchment. There was something written on it in an unknown language.
"What's this?" Chen Ze was a little curious. Was this the legendary Devil's' Contract?
"Contract, or rather, a slave contract. As long as you get someone to sign their name here, this person's soul and body will belong to you." Mephisto smiled like a profiteer.
"Forget it. I don't understand it. Besides, what's the point of getting someone else to sign it?" Chen Ze waved his hand nonchalantly.
Actually, Chen Ze had his own considerations. After all, if he really took it, Chen Ze would be at a loss if there was a trap inside.
Chen Ze had read many novels and movies. The Devil's' Contract in them was often a trap. The surrounding patterns were twisted words, and the content would change after signing it.
Or it could be said that playing word games was also a common tactic used by Devils. The word games played by Devils were even worse than some rogue software.
Things like "please don't choose the software below that you don't intend to uninstall" were child's play compared to the Devil's' Contract.
"You really don't want it? For example, let this succubus sign it. Then, you can do whatever you want. "Mephisto looked at Chen Ze with a mischievous smile.
Betty shivered and subconsciously distanced herself from Mephisto.
"No need. Please pay with something else." Chen Ze shook his head decisively and refused.
What a joke. Putting aside the fact that he already had a girlfriend, even if he didn't, Chen Ze wouldn't do this.
"Do you have any ingredients?" Chen Ze asked again. He was afraid that this guy would take out something strange again.
"I usually eat souls. You can have this." Mephisto took out a small glowing object from his pocket. It was obvious that it was a person.
Then, Mephisto tore off a leg from his body and threw it into his mouth as if he was eating potato chips.
"No need. Do you have anything to drink?" Chen Ze refused decisively.
"Drink … Then I'll have this." Mephisto took out a ball-shaped object from his pocket.
It looked like a human head wailing miserably. Then, Mephisto opened the head and poured out a glass of purple liquid.
"What … is this?" Chen Ze took a deep breath. He felt that his sanity level had dropped significantly.
"This is Wailing Wine, but the taste is still okay." Mephisto picked up a glass and took a sip with a satisfied expression.
"What's the alcohol content?" Chen Ze tried hard not to think about that strange head.
"Alcohol content?" A strange expression appeared on Mephisto's face.
"It's in the wine …" Chen Ze thought that the other party didn't know and wanted to explain.
"This is alcohol. If you have to talk about the content, it's probably 100%." Mephisto smiled happily. Countless souls could be seen wailing in his mouth.
In the end, Chen Ze accepted this thing called Wailing Wine. After all, he really couldn't accept souls, but he could accept Wailing Wine in a different container.
This was based on Chen Ze asking about the production method. After confirming that the production of Wailing Wine had nothing to do with humans or other intelligent creatures, Chen Ze accepted it.
"Betty, do you want a sip?" Chen Ze looked at the 1.5 liters of Wailing Wine and couldn't help but ask Betty.
"No, no!" Betty quickly shook her head. She had heard it very clearly.
The alcohol content of this bottle was 100%. Betty suspected that she might die if she drank it.
"What a pity." Chen Ze put the Wailing Wine away. It seemed that he had another strange collection.
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