How much wealth a Megalosaurus had was a difficult question to answer. Just like the cat abuser Schrodinger, Megalosaurus' wealth could only be confirmed after it was seen.
Some Megalosaurus were as rich as a country, while some Megalosaurus were so poor that they had to cut off their own flesh to repay their debts. However, Hastur felt that the Red Dragon called Calamity was quite rich. At the very least, it could be used to renovate the City of Hope. However, Hastur did not do anything about the basic facilities and other buildings. Instead, he chose to let the city develop on its own.
"Betty, remember to bring the Mango Mousse and the other dishes out." Chen Ze looked at his storage stone. There were still one or two hundred Mango Mousse in it. If she brought more, it would run out sooner or later.
"Okay, store manager." Betty walked in very dejectedly, which made the corner of Chen Ze's mouth twitch.
"What's wrong with you again?" Chen Ze looked at Betty suspiciously. Did Mo Fei secretly play games again?
"Nothing. I just feel that there's a big difference between humans and … Ah no, there's a big difference between a demon and a god …" Betty rubbed her face to cheer herself up.
"It's a little big. Come in for dinner later." Chen Ze yawned. After receiving Hastur, it was almost time for him to go to bed. While he was at it, he also had to ask Lavra what that magical ingredient was.
When Betty went out to serve the dishes, Chen Ze began to think about what to eat tonight. Although Chen Ze knew a lot of dishes, it was boring to eat the same dishes all the time. Therefore, Chen Ze decided to cook different dishes every day.
"Let me see … Is this … Sausage rolls? It's a little strange, but I should give it a try. "Chen Ze suddenly flipped to a recipe. It looked very unique and interesting.
"It's a local dish from Southern Jiangsu and Northern Zhejiang … Pig intestines … I really don't have that. I'll go out and buy some later." Chen Ze looked at the specific preparation method. The method of making this small intestine roll was quite unique. It needed to use chopsticks to roll the small intestine back and forth until it was as thick as two fingers, blanch it, and then braise it or braise it.
Chen Ze felt that this dish was very suitable for him, because Chen Ze had a pot of brine, and it was an old brine. However, he still needed to buy some ingredients himself.
"Hastur, take your time. I'm going out for a while." Chen Ze picked up an umbrella. Before Hastur came in, Chen Ze found that it was already raining.
"Yes, but if you go out … Forget it, it's nothing," Hastur tilted his head and looked at Chen Ze, his big eyes shining with an inexplicable light.
Chen Ze frowned. It was really glowing!
"I say, why are your eyes glowing?" Chen Ze lowered his head. The light almost blinded his titanium dog eyes.
"Huh? Didn't you guys always say that eyes glow? I thought everyone would have it, so I gave it a try. "Hastur paused for a moment, then hid the light in his eyes.
"Big Bro, other people are just an adjective, okay …" Chen Ze rolled his eyes and walked out.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the manager really doesn't know how to joke." Hastur shook his head with a smile, then began to eat his food.
Betty stood at the side. She rarely took the initiative to watch other customers eat, especially Hastur and Nyarlathotep. For some reason, when the two customers were eating, they would sometimes lose control of their illusory forms and reveal their bodies that should not be looked at directly.
Once, Betty accidentally glanced at the magic array and was immediately protected by it. It was an extremely frightening sight.
Chen Ze held an umbrella and walked slowly on the streets of Sun Moon City. Because it was Saturday and the rain was heavy, there were not many people on the streets. Chen Ze enjoyed the atmosphere.
"Oh, right, my black-rimmed glasses." Chen Ze put on the glasses that the Rocket Squad gave him.
After that, Chen Ze bought the pig's intestines that he wanted. After buying some of the ingredients that he lacked, Chen Ze returned to his restaurant.
As soon as he returned to the restaurant, Chen Ze saw that Hasta was no longer there.
"Where's Hastur? Did he leave? "Chen Ze looked around in confusion. Indeed, he was not in the restaurant.
"Lord Hastur is in the kitchen. He said that he wants to try cooking." Betty shrugged. She realized that whenever Chen Ze was not in the restaurant, Hastur would let himself loose.
"Huh? Hastur went to cook? "Chen Ze wanted to dig his ears. He suspected that he was hallucinating.
"Yes, he only went in for a few minutes." Betty nodded.
Chen Ze immediately rushed into the kitchen and saw Hasta holding a kitchen knife, but he couldn't lift it no matter how hard he tried.
"Hastur, what are you doing?" Chen Ze was speechless. Fortunately, the restaurant had an owner, and outsiders could not use the kitchen utensils.
"I'm cooking. I want to try my cooking skills, but it seems that I can't try it at the moment." Hastur shook his head. He had just wanted to drill a hole, but before he could try, Chen Ze came back.
"Try it. I'm doing something else." Chen Ze sensed the magic array, then gave Hastur permission and put some ingredients beside him.
"Hmm?" Hastur looked at the kitchen knife that was picked up thoughtfully.
Chen Ze was very focused. Although he failed the first time, Chen Ze did it very smoothly the second time. However, Chen Ze also smelled a very strange smell.
"What's this smell?" Chen Ze looked back in confusion and saw Hastur pouring something.
"What did you do?" Chen Ze looked at it curiously and saw charcoal, or rather, something that looked very much like charcoal.
"Sweet potato. This person's memory has problems. In her memory, she made sweet potatoes like this. I did it, and it ended up like this." Hastur was very calm. Then he took out a sweet potato from the ingredients that Chen Ze gave him.
"…" Chen Ze was a little speechless. This memory was probably a master of dark cuisine. If sweet potatoes were made into charcoal, then would he be able to drink a cake-flavored pork rib soup later?
"If you don't know how to make it, just boil it. Sweet potatoes generally taste good as long as they're cooked." Chen Ze sighed. This kind of behavior was simply a waste of God's gift. The sweet potato was crying in his heart.
"Forget it, I give up. I've paid for the meal." Hastur waved his hand. He felt that he needed to find a chef's memory to read. Otherwise, it would be a little embarrassing.
"Okay, next time you come, I'll make you a dragon meal." Chen Ze nodded, then threw the small pig intestines he had rolled into the brine pot.
It was time to close the door.
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