Chen Ze suddenly thought of a problem, that is, how should Captain Filial Piety pay the bill?
After all, for Zhao Jun, a character from a manga, Chen Ze didn't think he could give any magical items. Chen Ze had read a lot of manga, and they didn't involve any mystical items, so it was very likely that Zhao Jun would give Chen Ze Won.
"I feel that sooner or later, I will collect all the currencies in the world. Maybe when I'm old, I can open a currency museum?" Chen Ze shook his head and gave him Korean Coins. After all, he couldn't ask Zhao Jun to take out a useful item. It was really a bit difficult.
"Beautiful lady, the bill." Zhao Jun looked at Betty, then took out a wallet from his briefs.
Betty blinked her eyes. She didn't understand why this man's briefs were so big and could take out so many things. Was Mo Fei's world also a magical world?
"Sir, the total is 50,000 Won." Chen Ze came out and looked at Zhao Jun.
"So cheap? This is the best steak I've ever eaten, manager. " Zhao Jun took out 50,000 Won from his wallet and handed it to Chen Ze. He was ready to spend a lot of money. After all, the steak was really delicious.
"Thank you for your compliment." Chen Ze smiled, then looked at Zhao Jun's briefs. Maybe he really miscalculated.
Zhao Jun's briefs were something similar to a space storage bag, but Chen Ze couldn't tell Zhao Jun. "Customer, you can pay with your briefs."
That would be interpreted as a pervert. Chen Ze didn't have such a strange hobby.
After sending Zhao Jun away, Chen Ze returned to the restaurant and continued to study his video. He hadn't finished watching it just now.
"… In order to find out the truth and give justice to the victims, what are you willing to pay?" Zhu Guangming still remembered that this was what one of his former teachers had asked him after he had solved a case.
"Everything." Before Zhu Guangming could reply, the teacher pointed at the picture on his table. It was the picture of his wife and daughter.
Therefore, Zhu Guangming did not get married, nor did he have children. He knew that his job would offend some people, and humans were the most unpredictable creatures in the world.
"Old man, what do you think of this problem?" Frank Lister looked at Zhu Guangming. Smoke lingered in the room.
"I used my eyes to see." Zhu Guangming, whose memories were interrupted, rolled his eyes.
"My girlfriend told me that her company's leader thinks highly of her and plans to let her be a supervisor in a while." Frank put down the cigar and slumped on the sofa.
"Then do you want to quit?" Zhu Guangming calmly stroked his chin. Then, he took out some tobacco from his bosom and rolled it up.
"What are you thinking about? You and I both know that this is a warning from those guys. "Frank took out a lighter and threw it to his old friend.
"Click." The sound of the lighter was followed by Zhu Guangming's comfortable breathing.
"Your girlfriend will definitely be a supervisor after they confirm that there is no problem. But if we continue to interfere, your girlfriend is likely to be fired. In extreme cases, she may even be kidnapped." Zhu Guangming blew out a smoke ring and then watched it dissipate into the air.
"I know." Frank clenched his fists.
For justice! What a hot-blooded phrase, but the price to pay for justice was too high. How many people could bear it?
"You should quit, for Jenny's sake, and for your future child." Zhu Guangming curled up on the sofa. Under the dim light, the smoke lingered.
"… Someone has to stand up, old man." When he heard about Jenny and his child, Frank hesitated for a moment.
"The iron bucket in the Los Angeles sea is not all cement." Zhu Guangming glanced at his old friend.
"…" Frank painfully covered his head. He knew that Zhu Guangming was right. If they continued to investigate, he would be exposed sooner or later. This was gambling with his family. This was too big a gamble for him to bear.
"I hope I can still eat Mapo Tofu with you in the future, old man." Frank stood up.
"Of course, this little trouble is nothing." Zhu Guangming nodded, then watched his old friend leave his office.
"Justice …" Zhu Guangming lay on the sofa. The computer in front of him was full of information. He was looking for the diary hidden by Stan the Spiteful. As long as he found this, the crimes of those big shots would be known to the public. Only then, the children who were caught to satisfy their addiction would be able to sleep peacefully at night.
"But if that's the case, I also want to eat Mapo Tofu." Zhu Guangming looked at the bookshelf in the office. Behind the bookshelf, a wooden door was slowly forming in the air.
"Welcome to Strange Dream Restaurant, dear guest ~" Zhu Guangming pushed open the door and walked in. A demon waiter walked towards him with a gentle smile. This made Zhu Guangming feel very comfortable, and the cold feeling he had in the office just now dissipated a lot.
"Please give me a plate of Mapo Tofu and a bowl of rice. Do you have Sichuan Twice Cooked Pork?" Zhu Guangming found a seat and sat down.
"Yes, sir. Is this your book?" It was Chen Ze who replied. Chen Ze walked out of the kitchen with a book in his hand. "Basic Deductive Method."
"So it fell here. Thank you, manager. I really didn't expect it to fall here." Zhu Guangming smiled and then took the book and placed it on the table.
Chen Ze nodded and then returned to the kitchen. Originally, he only came over to give this guest the items that he had left behind. Now, he could slowly cook in the kitchen.
Of the two dishes that Zhu Guangming ordered, Chen Ze first made the Magical Mapo Tofu. After all, Chen Ze had made this dish many times, so Chen Ze had some experience. However, Chen Ze was more hesitant about the cooking method of Twice Cooked Pork.
Twice Cooked Pork wasn't difficult to make, but Chen Ze really hadn't made Sichuan Twice Cooked Pork before. However, as long as he had the recipe, Chen Ze could look at the recipe and slowly study it.
The cooking method of Sichuan Twice Cooked Pork wasn't complicated. At the very least, Chen Ze knew how to make it after looking at the recipe. However, Chen Ze regretted that the best pork to make Sichuan Twice Cooked Pork wasn't the white pork that was sold in the market. Instead, it was the local Hua Xia pig. However, this kind of pig was very rare. Chen Ze also didn't buy it online.
"Forget it. Let's cook first." Chen Ze shook his head.
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