"Hey, Manager." The next morning, Betty yawned as she cleaned the shop.
"What's wrong?" Chen Ze stood in the kitchen, silently cutting vegetables. This morning, Xing Ping Cheng Ichiro seemed to be very satisfied with Chen Ze, and then the training level increased again.
However, Chen Ze was quite satisfied. After all, the hard training meant that his cooking skills could continue to improve. Maybe in the future, he could reach the level of perfect cooking.
"Lindsay agreed to let me use her money to buy games." Betty was quite proud. This way, she could buy a lot of games in the future.
"Oh, that's good." Chen Ze stretched and relaxed his nerves.
"Eh? Don't you find it strange? "Betty was stunned for a moment.
"What's there to be strange about? Compared to this, you should hurry up and mop the floor." Chen Ze rolled his eyes. After all, Lindsay was a friend that Betty saved. Chen Ze felt that Lindsay would not refuse at all.
Chen Ze put down the knife and clapped his hands with satisfaction. The ingredients were ready, so the next step was to continue to study Liu Meixin's rice crust dish.
"I feel that I may need to custom-make a kitchen utensil. Otherwise, it will be a bit difficult to make the rice crust into a ball." Chen Ze touched his chin. He had considered whether to use two small semicircular pots to make a ball and make this dish, but it still did not work.
"Mr. Manager, a cup of black tea, a light cheesecake, and a macaron." Moriarty came in, took off his gentleman's hat, and found a seat to sit down.
"Okay. By the way, Professor, we currently have milk tea. Do you want to try it?" Chen Ze remembered that he received a box of Burmese milk tea this morning.
However, this milk tea was not the kind that Chairman Chou liked the most. It was more like black tea with milk, but the taste was very good. Chen Ze liked it very much.
Therefore, Chen Ze was very satisfied when he received this box of milk tea from his mom. With this box of milk tea, he could drink milk tea happily again. He could also study how to make milk tea by the way.
"Milk Tea? Give me one. " Moriarty nodded. Even if Chen Ze brought out a strange dish one day, Moriarty would eat it calmly, let alone milk tea.
"Okay, please wait a moment," Chen Ze nodded and made a cup of milk tea for Betty to deliver to Moriarty.
As for Chen Ze, he planned to study the macarons in the kitchen.
Macarons, this dessert was very famous, so Chen Ze also had this dessert in his menu.
"Professor Moriarty, can I ask you a question?" Betty asked as she watched Moriarty drink the milk tea with satisfaction.
"Yes, go ahead." Moriarty put down the cup and looked at Betty seriously.
"That's it. A vicious dog that has broken free from its collar and is barking as it runs towards you, or a person that has broken free from his collar and is barking as he runs towards you. Which one do you think is scarier?" Betty asked seriously.
"The person is scarier. After all, being bound by a collar proves that the person is very scary," Moriarty gave a direct answer.
"Eh? I thought it was a dog. "Betty was a little confused.
Yesterday, when she was discussing Lindsay's new game, Lindsay had asked her this question.
However, Betty felt that the vicious dog was scarier. After all, Betty was confident that she could outrun a person, but it was difficult for her to outrun a dog.
"Betty, you have to know that humans are complicated creatures. They might do something evil for a piece of bread, or they might give up their lives for an innocent child." Moriarty smiled.
"A human's hymn is a hymn of courage," Chen Ze interjected, then called Betty in. He had already finished.
"That's a good saying." Moriarty nodded.
"There are so many colors of macarons ~" Betty wiped her saliva. Looking at these beautiful macarons, Betty felt hungry again.
"Macarons are very high in calories and also have a lot of sugar." Chen Ze glanced at Betty. Many people thought that macarons were too sweet.
"I … Okay …" Betty was very depressed.
Chen Ze smiled, then returned to the kitchen and continued to study rice crust.
"Betty, we usually say that losing weight is as difficult as quitting smoking. Good luck." Moriarty took the plate, picked up a macaron, tasted it, and smiled with satisfaction.
This macaron tasted very good. It was mango-flavored, which Moriarty liked very much.
"Thank you …" Betty lay on the table weakly.
"Buffy." The door was pushed open again, but this time, it was Stan who came in. He still looked gloomy.
"Master Stan, please sit here." Betty happily skipped over and found a seat for Stan.
"Okay." Stan nodded, then took the cola that Betty brought over and took a sip.
Chen Ze immediately began to prepare a Buffy for Stan. Although Chen Ze could make it in advance because of the storage stone, Chen Ze felt that it would be too perfunctory, so he had never done it before.
"Buffy … Do you want to try squeezing in some Void Ginseng?" Chen Ze realized that he had become a little bold, although it was partly because of the Perfect Leek Box he made last time.
In the end, Chen Ze decided to give it a try. After all, if it did not work, Chen Ze could always make a Buffy again. A Buffy would not take too long.
[You made a Perfect Buffy. Dessert experience increased by 5 points.]
Chen Ze did not mind. A Perfect Buffy was a must. He just did not know how it would turn out if he added some Void Ginseng Juice.
Chen Ze licked his lips and dripped a drop of transparent Void Ginseng Juice onto the Buffy.
There was no change. There was no change in color. Even the system did not appear. This made Chen Ze feel inexplicably nervous.
"Hmm … Let's try it." Chen Ze picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful, and put it into his mouth. The next second, he spat it out.
"Looks like it won't work." Chen Ze had to drink two mouthfuls of water to get rid of the suffocating sweetness in his mouth.
It seemed that the Void Ginseng Juice was not compatible with the Buffy. The taste did not spread at all. It was completely concentrated at the spot where the juice dripped.
"The store manager is eating alone!" Betty's voice scared Chen Ze so much that he almost threw the Buffy away.
Then, he turned his head and saw Betty biting the door frame, looking at him with jealousy and hatred.
"… Then do you want a bite?" The corner of Chen Ze's mouth twitched. But then again, he really didn't make breakfast.
"No. The store manager spat it out. Absolutely not." Betty shook her head decisively.
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