"Wine? What kind of magical classification is this? Besides, I don't think I did anything wrong. " Chen Ze was a little confused. He felt that this perfect Chocolate Dreamy Cake came a little too easily. Moreover, when Chen Ze was mixing the wine, he was basically just mixing it randomly. He just went with the flow. Who would have thought that he would be so lucky and come up with such a perfect Chocolate Dreamy Cake?
Chen Ze sniffed the air. There was a very pleasant smell in the air. This smell had a faint sweetness to it and a hint of alcohol. However, the alcohol smell was not strong. It was not like some other wines that made one feel intoxicated. This smell of alcohol smelled like the air conditioner on a hot summer day. It was very refreshing.
Chen Ze swallowed his saliva. He felt that this cake should taste really good. However, since it was made for The Clown, Chen Ze decided to let Betty take it out first and let The Clown have a taste. After that, Chen Ze would make another serving for himself.
Chen Ze deftly made an improved Argentine barbecue. After that, he had Betty carry the Chocolate Dreamy Cake out and place it on The Clown's table.
"Oh? Is it my birthday today? Hahahaha ~ Why don't I remember? Hahahahaha! "The Clown laughed maniacally. Then he picked up his knife and fork, cut a piece of cake, and stuffed it into his mouth.
As soon as it entered his mouth, a strong alcohol taste and a wonderful aroma wafted out. The Clown once again felt the charm of delicious food. The last time he felt this way was also in this restaurant. However, the feeling was not as strong at that time. The Clown did not even laugh again. He just ate his cake calmly.
Chen Ze was standing in the kitchen. He was helping Jussel cut up the ingredients. Jussel asked for a lot of ingredients again, such as tripe, yellow throats, and so on. Chen Ze felt that he bought these ingredients for Jussel. Chen Ze did not plan to use the tripe for cooking at the moment, so he used it all for Jussel.
"Strange humans." Jussel glanced at the clown. He didn't care about a mortal like the clown. There was no power in the clown's body. He was just an ordinary person. At most, he was just an ordinary person who had trained. However, he wasn't a threat to the Megalosaurus.
In terms of physical fitness, this human was no different from an ant in Jussel's eyes.
But just now, when this man laughed, there was a strange feeling. Jussel felt that he wanted to laugh too. He wanted to be like this man, laughing unscrupulously. He wanted to laugh until his stomach hurt. He wanted to hold his stomach and not stop.
Fortunately, before Jussel could laugh, the shopkeeper had already used a magic array to restrain the human. Otherwise, Jussel wouldn't have been able to hold it in for long.
"He shouldn't be a resident of the Positive or Negative Planes. I've never seen that kind of ability before." Seeing the confusion on his old friend's face, Dragan whispered before continuing to eat his chestnut rice.
"Huh? What's wrong? " Sebastian raised his head blankly and looked at his two friends. He had been eating barbecue and drinking Remai, so he didn't hear what they were saying.
"… It's nothing." Jussel shook his head.
"Sigh, it's good to be a fool. There's nothing to worry about." Dragan looked at Sebastian sympathetically and sighed.
"Fool? Are you talking about that mortal? He does look like an idiot. Hahaha. " Sebastian naturally excluded himself from the category of fools. Or rather, he didn't consider the possibility that he was a fool.
"As long as you're happy." Jussel continued to eat his hot pot. He had already asked Betty to add water twice.
"Phew … Although it's not the first time I've eaten this, the shopkeeper really knows how to surprise me." The clown put down his knife and fork. He was very satisfied. The barbecue and the cake made with wine were so delicious that he didn't want to eat the last bite.
"Hehehe, such delicious food should be paid with this. Little Betty, this is my meal fee. Tell the shopkeeper that I'll bring the bat with me next time." The clown put down three tubes of food and left.
"This is …" Chen Ze, who was called out by Betty, picked up the tube that the clown left on the table. He hesitated for a while, but he still recognized it. Wasn't this the Scarecrow's Fear Gas? It seemed that the clown had gotten these things from somewhere else.
"It's okay. It might be useful in the future. Betty, here you go. This is lunch." Chen Ze passed the Goubuli Bun to Betty and asked her to eat it first. Then, he went back to the kitchen and began to prepare the soy milk.
Soy milk actually didn't require much skill. It was a beverage that even a lousy person could easily make because it only required a few things. Chen Ze took out the soybeans and soaked them in water. Then, he put on the 4x speed stone slab. Because the soybeans were dry, they had to be soaked in the water.
After that, Chen Ze took out the soy milk machine. He just had to wait and see when the soybeans would be soaked. However, Chen Ze felt that if he wanted to make a more unique soy milk, he could add some dates or other grains. Chen Ze had tried soy milk made with oats before. It tasted like ordinary soy milk mixed with supermarket oats.
Chen Ze yawned. Then, he picked up a hot Goubuli Bun and ate it slowly.
Chen Ze's appetite wasn't very good. In the past, during the Chinese New Year, Chen Ze found a problem. After his mother cooked a table of dishes, she couldn't eat much. At that time, Chen Ze didn't know why. Later, when he became a chef, he found out that if he cooked too much and smelled too much oil and fumes, he would lose his appetite. People would feel that they were full.
Therefore, Chen Ze felt that it was normal for immortals to eat incense. Maybe they would be full after being smoked by incense every day? It was the same as being a chef. This was probably the real smell of smoke.
"Next time, I'll make a hot dry noodles. I remember when I was in college, I often heard from my classmates in Wuhan that hot dry noodles were very delicious. I just don't know if I can make the sauce well." Chen Ze yawned. Then, he remembered that his mother made the Korean kimchi sprout when she made it.
"But now that you mention it, why am I getting more and more worried about what my mother will send me …" Chen Ze was a little bald. The unknown was always full of fear.
"Manager, the bill is ready. Also, give me ten light cheesecakes to pack." Sebastian's loud voice woke Chen Ze up from his memories. Chen Ze smiled and clapped his hands before walking out.
"Coming."
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