What kind of person was the Joker? Different people might have different impressions of him. He was a criminal with a high IQ, an opponent that gave Batman a headache.
Of course, there were also a lot of people who really liked the Clown and felt that he was a very charismatic person.
However, Chen Ze felt that The Clown was no different from an ordinary customer. At least, that was what he felt right now.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen and started to think about what kind of dish he should make for this special customer.
Chen Ze's first thought was steak. After all, Gotham City was in the West, so it was normal to eat Western food like steak.
Moreover, no matter how special the Joker was, he still needed to eat. He couldn't just rely on teasing Batman to survive. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the Joker. He wouldn't be human.
"Should I make a sandwich?" Chen Ze stroked his chin and thought that it was a good idea.
However, Chen Ze still gave up on the idea of a sandwich because it probably wouldn't give any experience points.
In the end, Chen Ze made a steak with sweet and sour lotus flower and a bowl of rice. Steak was a Western dish, and sweet and sour lotus flower was a normal home-cooked dish.
It could even be said that it was a very simple home-cooked dish. To make sweet and sour lotus flower, one only needed to wash the lotus flower, cut it in half, tear it apart, and throw it into a pot to stir-fry.
Then, vinegar, white sugar, and a little salt were added to make a dish that was passable. If one didn't like eating vegetable stalks, they could just be removed.
This dish didn't pose much of a challenge, so Chen Ze was able to make it very quickly. He even received an Excellent evaluation.
"What a strange dish. Steak, and white leaves." The Joker picked up the knife and fork and started to slowly cut the steak in front of him.
This wasn't top-grade beef, and the texture wasn't obvious. However, the first thing that broke through the steak was the crispness on the surface, followed by the tender and juicy taste of the meat.
"Hmm, medium well." The Joker licked his lips. The steak tasted very good, and he didn't know how the restaurant grilled it. It was crispy on the outside but juicy on the inside.
Chen Ze stood in the kitchen and didn't look at the Joker. On the one hand, it wasn't polite to look at a customer eating, and on the other hand, Chen Ze didn't want the Joker to notice anything.
In the DC universe, the Joker was a famous supervillain, and the DC universe was divided into many genres. Although Chen Ze had seen some movies, he didn't know much about the multiverse.
What if the Joker set a trap for Chen Ze? Although nothing would happen, it was still too troublesome.
Therefore, Chen Ze chose to stay in the kitchen and study the best doneness of Bill's beef.
Beef was a common ingredient. Whether it was the various beef dishes in Huaxia or Europe where there were many steak lovers, beef was an important part of the dining table.
However, eating steak was a rather unique thing.
As everyone knew, the ripeness of steak was usually odd. It was medium well, medium well, medium well, and 90% well done. Of course, 90% well done meant that it was well-done.
When Chen Ze went to eat Western food for the first time, he made a joke of himself asking for medium well. At that time, the waiter was trying to hold back his laughter. If it wasn't for the help of Chen Ze's relatives, Chen Ze wouldn't know what went wrong.
Later on, he learned from the painful experience and learned some knowledge about steak.
The reason why steak was divided into different ripeness levels was mainly because different parts of the beef had different temperatures.
For example, filet mignon. This steak was generally recommended to be medium well because the filet mignon had the best texture when it was cooked to 55 degrees.
It was just that Chen Ze didn't like to eat medium-rare or medium-rare beef. It was probably because his stomach was used to cooked food since he was young. Therefore, Chinese people often didn't like steak very much.
But even so, Chen Ze still wanted to try the best temperature of Bill's Beef.
"But the system didn't recognize the steak, which means it's not considered a dish. Then I can't ask for the system's help..." Chen Ze was a little depressed.
If it was made into stewed beef with potatoes, it wouldn't be considered medium well.
Chen Ze could not help but poke his head out to take a look at the dining room. The clown was almost done with his meal. He ate very quickly. Betty poured him another glass of lemonade.
Should I ask for the clown's help?
A bold idea appeared in Chen Ze's mind. But he immediately shook his head and threw the idea to the back of his mind because it was too unrealistic.
"Here's your tip, beautiful lady." The clown stood up and stuffed 100 Franklins into Betty's hand. Then, he left.
Chen Ze was stunned. Why did he leave so quickly? Did the clown not notice anything wrong? Or did he notice something?
Chen Ze quickly walked out and looked at the table. There was a small bottle on top of it. Underneath the bottle were two Franklins.
Chen Ze walked over and picked up the bottle. It was empty. Maybe the clown thought it would be more interesting to use this as a bet for 100 dollars.
After all, the clown's thoughts were unpredictable. If Nyala or Hastur came over, they might be able to understand him easily.
"Franklins …" Chen Ze was a little depressed. The clown left just like that. The money he left for the meal was probably just a decoration in the cupboard.
"Compared to this, I think I'd be happier if he left a poker card for me." Chen Ze shook his head. He didn't know when the clown would come again.
After all, this supervillain was busy most of the time. If he wasn't busy, he would be in Arkham Asylum waiting for Batman to kill each other.
But Chen Ze was a little excited. After all, the clown was here. Maybe one day, Batman would come too? Then, would the Flash and Superman come?
Just the thought of the Justice Alliance eating skewers and drinking beer together in Chen Ze's restaurant was very interesting.
"Manager, can I exchange this for gold coins?" Betty looked at Chen Ze pitifully. She still had a Franklins in her hand.
"No, because I don't need it." Chen Ze shook his head decisively. Why would he need these pieces of paper?
They were hard enough to wipe his butt.
"Eh eh eh? Then what should I use them for? I can't use them to stop water! Even stopping water would find them hard! "Betty's face was full of regret.
"You really can drive on any kind of lousy road!"
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