Spaghetti. Chen Ze had naturally heard of it. After all, this cuisine could be said to have some popularity in Hua Xia, making people feel that it was as famous as pizza.
The reason why it was called a cuisine was that there were many ways to make spaghetti. Although the essence was that the ingredients were different, the names were also different.
"Let's make spaghetti with beef and tomato sauce. After all, it's still very simple to make." Chen Ze twisted his neck. He had already thought of what to make.
The recipe of spaghetti was actually very simple. For a chef like Chen Ze, it was not difficult at all, so Chen Ze finished it in a short while. Then, he took out the Bill of Beef and began to grill the steak.
After Moriarty's dishes were all ready, Chen Ze glanced at his phone. It was already ten o 'clock, but Betty still did not come. This made Chen Ze frown. He did not think that Betty would run away. After all, there was no need for her to do so. However, she should not be sick. If Betty was sick, she would definitely come in and let Lavra nurse her.
So the question was, what was this succubus doing? Why hadn't she come yet?
Chen Ze shook his head. If Betty still did not come by noon when Lavra came down, he would let Lavra take a look.
"Mr. Moriarty, sorry to keep you waiting." Chen Ze came out with a plate and placed the steak and spaghetti on the table.
Moriarty put down the newspaper in his hand and nodded with a smile. However, Chen Ze noticed that there was a photo in the newspaper that Moriarty was reading.
It was not surprising that there was a photo. After all, in London in Moriarty's era, cameras were not a novelty. The only difference was that this photo was of a corpse, and the way it died was very familiar. Chen Ze felt that he had seen it somewhere before.
"Store Manager, are you interested in this?" Moriarty looked at Chen Ze and then looked at his newspaper.
"It's alright, just a little." Chen Ze nodded. He was indeed a little interested, but his English was not very good, so this question was a little troublesome.
"This is Jack the Ripper's handiwork. That guy is out of control." Moriarty smiled and tapped his pipe nonchalantly.
However, Moriarty knocked the ashes into the bag he brought with him. After all, Chen Ze's restaurant did not provide ashtrays.
"Jack the Ripper?" Chen Ze paused for a moment, then walked into the kitchen with a smile. With this guy around, Sherlock Holmes wouldn't be too boring, right?
Moriarty picked up the knife and fork, then cut the steak and put it into his mouth. He nodded with satisfaction. The steak was tender and delicious, and it tasted very good. Moriarty liked it very much.
Chen Ze brewed a pot of tea. The tea leaves were provided by Moriarty, and it smelled quite good with a refreshing fragrance. Chen Ze, who did not drink much tea, was a little tempted.
When Chen Ze went out, Moriarty had already finished the steak and spaghetti. He was leisurely sipping his tea and reading his newspaper. Chen Ze really did not understand why Moriarty liked reading newspapers so much. There were only a few of them.
Then, Chen Ze suddenly thought of one of his hobbies. Maybe he could recommend it to Moriarty to try? However, he did not know if Moriarty would like this type of work.
Chen Ze put the teapot on the table and put away the tableware. Then, he took out his phone, opened it, and looked at it. He let out a long breath.
Although the internet was cut off, Chen Ze had paid to read a lot of novels, so Chen Ze could still read them offline.
"Let me see … What should I show Moriarty?" Chen Ze looked at his bookshelf and fell into deep thought. Then, he hesitated for a moment and opened a classic book.
"Professor Moriarty, do you want to take a look at this?" Chen Ze walked over with a smile. He was laughing crazily in his heart. Hua Xia's online novels had completed the cultural export. Many foreigners liked to read it, but he did not know if Moriarty would be able to read it.
"This … This is Chinese, right? It's a magical language from the East, but … I don't know some of the words. Forget it. "Moriarty shook his head.
Chen Ze then realized that he had forgotten a problem, and that was that Moriarty did not seem to know simplified Chinese. It seemed that Chen Ze would have to look for an English novel website next time before he could recommend the online novel to Moriarty.
"I think you'll definitely like it, although it's a little boring after reading too many types." Chen Ze poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip. He realized that it tasted pretty good.
"Oh? Why? " Moriarty poured himself a cup as well. He had already put down the newspaper. After all, it was impolite to talk to someone while reading the newspaper.
"Because some novels have the same plot. The main character will level up in one place, then change the map, and level up from the beginning. It's an endless cycle." Chen Ze smiled. That type of novel was pretty good when he first started reading it, but it was not very good later on.
"Let me see it when the time comes." Moriarty nodded and started chatting with Chen Ze.
Chen Ze was surprised to find that Moriarty seemed to have dabbled in cooking. When he talked about some cooking techniques, he seemed to have a good grasp of it. He could even debate about what kind of sugar to put in a cup of coffee.
"Uncle … Have you seen my father?" The door was pushed open, and the sound of the wind chime interrupted Chen Ze and Moriarty's conversation.
Chen Ze heard the sound and looked over. He saw a little girl in a white dress looking at him nervously. Her hands were on the door frame as if she was about to run away if something went wrong.
"Your father? What's your father's name? Do you have a picture of him? " Chen Ze's first reaction was that some heartless man came to his restaurant to eat and was followed by his illegitimate daughter.
Chen Ze looked at Moriarty subconsciously. He was sure that he did not have a child. Then, was Mo Fei Professor Moriarty's child?
"She's not mine. Also, this child was here yesterday." Moriarty sipped his tea slowly and glanced at the girl.
"My father … My father's name is Lin Ye. I don't have a picture of him …" The girl was very cautious.
"Lin Ye … I've never heard of this name. Were you here yesterday?" Chen Ze asked again, but he did not walk over. He was worried that if he did, the girl would run away immediately.
"No … It's my first time here." The girl glanced at Moriarty and shrank back.
Chen Ze used the magic circle to sense it and was stunned.
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