Chen Ze cooked very quickly. However, this was also because Chen Ze was now a good chef. Even if Chen Ze did not have this restaurant and the system, Chen Ze could still do well in other big restaurants.
"But it's a pity that I don't have that pig. It seems that I have to find time to travel to other places and buy some local pigs." Chen Ze looked at the Twice Cooked Pork in front of him and sighed.
Chen Ze planned to buy the local pigs that were already very rare. When the time came, he would find an opportunity to ask Hastur or Nyala to build a simple breeding farm for him. This way, he could cultivate these pigs and make the most authentic Hua Xia dishes.
"Betty, come in and serve the dishes." Chen Ze clapped his hands. The dishes were all ready. Next, he would ask Betty to serve the dishes to that fellow countryman.
"The taste is very good." Zhu Guangming looked at the Sichuan Twice Cooked Pork in front of him happily. God knew how much he missed the home-cooked dishes in his hometown after coming to America.
It should be known that the Hua Xia dishes in America were basically modified. Zhu Guangming was not used to eating them. It was a blessing to be able to find an authentic Hua Xia restaurant in America. However, in Hell's Kitchen, such restaurants usually did not open for long. Those disgusting gang members lived on these businesses like parasites.
Zhu Guangming picked up a piece of pork and put it in his mouth. He chewed slowly, and the smile on his face became brighter.
Compared to most Sichuan dishes, the Sichuan Twice Cooked Pork had the same spiciness. However, the numbness was not strong. It could be said that it was one of the few dishes in Sichuan Cuisine that did not have numbness. However, it was still difficult for people who did not like spicy food to accept.
However, for Zhu Guangming, the spiciness and the taste of Pixian Bean Paste were very nostalgic. Therefore, he ate very quickly and finished the Mapo Tofu and Twice Cooked Pork in a short while. He sat on the chair with satisfaction and rubbed his stomach.
"I feel like I don't want to cook anymore." Zhu Guangming missed Ge You so much. After all, this feeling was really good.
"I welcome guests to come every day." Chen Ze smiled and added.
"Forget it then. I don't have so many good things to pay for the meal." Zhu Guangming smiled, then took out a bag from his pocket and placed it on the table.
"Last time, I gave you a quill. This time, I thought about it and decided to give you a set of sealing wax and some seals." Zhu Guangming opened the bag. Chen Ze saw many sealing wax pillars and three seals.
"Thank you so much, but you won't give me a letter next time, will you?" Chen Ze didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really didn't think that he would collect these things again.
"It's hard to say. After all, good stationery is always in demand, not to mention handmade stationery from a century-old shop." Zhu Guangming shrugged. In fact, he did intend to send a letter to Chen Ze, but the price of the letter was not cheap.
"Then I'll look forward to it." Chen Ze put away the bag and planned to put it in the bedroom with the quill. Maybe he could use it to write a love letter to Lavra in the future.
"The store manager rarely jokes with customers like this." Seeing Zhu Guangming leave with the book, Betty sighed.
"Really?" Chen Ze glanced at her and then returned to the kitchen. It seemed that Betty was right. After all, they were from the same family, so it felt natural to feel close to each other.
"Mr. Store Manager, we are here to eat curry rice." A young voice sounded. Chen Ze's mouth twitched. He knew who it was as soon as he heard it. It was Kudo Washing Machine.
Chen Ze glanced at the restaurant and saw that the young thigh-hugging group was here again. They were all here, including Kudo and Ai Yuanai.
"Okay, all of you want curry pork chop rice?" Chen Ze saw Conan blinking crazily at him. It seemed that he didn't want his real identity to be revealed by Chen Ze.
"No, I want eel rice, Mr. Store Manager!" Kojima Genta raised his hand immediately. Chen Ze realized that the head of the detective group was an authentic eel rice lover.
"Okay." Chen Ze saw that the others didn't make any new requests, so he began to prepare the dishes for them this time.
"Conan and Ai Yuanai can use medium spicy, and the others can use sweet." Chen Ze took a look at the curry buns he bought from the Japanese specialty store. He chose four and took them out. Then, he began to cut the eel.
"Hey, hey, why did we come with you?" Conan's face was full of regret. He glanced at Bu Mei and the others who were surrounding Betty.
"Isn't it because you said how delicious the curry rice is, detective?" Ai Yuanai rolled his eyes at Conan. If this guy didn't say how delicious the curry rice was last time in class, Kojima Genta wouldn't have thought of this restaurant.
"It's my fault. I just said it objectively. After all, the taste of this restaurant is really good." Conan narrowed his eyes.
"I wonder who was in the locker in the subway last time." Ai Yuanai glanced at Conan. This guy had been investigating the organization, but it wasn't easy to investigate such a huge organization.
"That was just an accident …" Conan quickly defended himself. The last time he went to investigate the Black Man Organization, he was almost caught by Gin Wine and Vodka. Conan didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him if Gin Wine opened the locker door.
"Big brother, this seems to be a restaurant." Suddenly, a man's voice came. Conan and Ai Yuanai trembled, and Ai Yuanai looked at the two men who just walked in with fear.
"Yes, it's a restaurant, and there are some kids here. Let's eat here." Gin Wine, who still didn't have silver hair, glanced at Conan and the others, then found a corner and sat down.
"Two guests, this is the menu …" Betty immediately went to greet them, while Ai Yuanai lowered his head and pulled Conan's clothes hard.
"This restaurant … is really full of surprises …" Conan trembled, but his heart was full of joy. He met the people of the Black Man Organization in this kind of place!
"Ala ala ala, if the author is here, he will definitely draw a special chapter about the Black Man Organization and Conan in the restaurant. Will it be a movie version?" Chen Ze saw Gin Wine and Vodka, of course.
It had to be said that Qin Jiu was really pitiful, so pitiful that it made one's heart ache. After all, in such a large black-clothed organization, Qin Jiu's side was either a traitor, a spy, or an idiot. Qin Jiu's hair turned silver-gray later on. Chen Ze felt that it was because Qin Jiu worried too much.
Chen Ze was really worried that one day, Vodka would say, "Big brother, actually, I'm also a spy!"
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