Chapter 575
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Chen Ze rolled his eyes in his heart. He was really caught off guard by this scapegoat. Could it be that the kind-looking Moriarty was also a professional scapegoat?
"Professor Moriarty, why did you come in with Sherlock Holmes?" Chen Ze did not mind it too much. At most, he could ask Nyarlathotep and Moriarty to come in together and have a good discussion.
He wondered if Sherlock Holmes could continue to defeat the enhanced Moriarty.
"To be honest, I didn't want to come with this guy, but I didn't have any good ideas. To get into the store, I had to go through layers upon layers of obstacles, and this guy had installed a door only used in banks in the last room." Holmes took out his pipe and took a puff.
He blew out a smoke ring.
"I see …" Chen Ze looked at the calm Moriarty, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Based on the situation of that era, it would be difficult for Sherlock Holmes to break through so many defenses without alerting Moriarty.
"And I was sitting right next to him. I saw through the great detective's disguise at a glance." Moriarty smiled proudly and took a sip of the lemonade Betty handed to him.
"Okay. What would you like to eat, Mr. Holmes?" Chen Ze looked at Holmes. Sherlock Holmes had not ordered yet. Chen Ze needed to know the specific dishes before he could prepare them in the kitchen.
"I'll be the same as Moriarty. If you have any recommendations, feel free to give them to me." Sherlock Holmes nodded with a smile and shook his pipe.
"Okay, give me a moment." Chen Ze nodded and returned to the kitchen to prepare the dishes for Sherlock Holmes and Moriarty.
Sherlock Holmes smoked his pipe leisurely, his eyes looking at the decorations around him.
"Stop looking. Some of these things are beyond our time. The portal alone is enough for us to study for a long time." Moriarty glanced at Holmes and shifted his position slightly to put some distance between himself and Holmes.
"Looks like you've gained something." Sherlock Holmes looked at Moriarty and took another puff. He liked to smoke when he was thinking. It helped him think.
"Of course. I've basically given up on all my businesses in London. Most of my funds are now invested here." Moriarty wiped his cane.
"Mr. Moriarty, here's your black tea." Betty placed the tea on Moriarty's table and stepped aside.
"Thank you." Moriarty smiled and nodded at Betty, then turned to look at Sherlock Holmes.
"You're actually a smart man. You're as smart as I am. Don't you want to explore the secrets of this place?" Moriarty stared into Sherlock Holmes' eyes, trying to get what he needed from them.
"As long as the spider web hasn't been completely destroyed, I won't stop looking for spiders." Sherlock Holmes put down his pipe as Betty served them a strange pastry.
"Tsk." Moriarty pursed his lips and picked up the white pastry to have a look.
It was white and fragrant. It smelled delicious, but Moriarty had never eaten such a pastry before. However, that didn't stop him from popping it into his mouth.
Ever since he came to Chen Ze's restaurant, Moriarty hadn't eaten anything bad. Although the tea wasn't very good, at least the taste of the tea was getting better.
"It's delicious, but it's very sweet. You might feel a little sick if you eat too much." Sherlock Holmes wiped his mouth with satisfaction. If the restaurant wasn't under Moriarty's control, he would've brought Watson here for a meal.
Chen Ze didn't know about Holmes' comments. He was focused on preparing Moriarty and Holmes' dishes for the day. Although Moriarty only asked for tea, Chen Ze still had to prepare some food. And if Jenna came, she might join in as well.
After all, Professor Moriarty came a little late today.
"Let me see … How about this?" Chen Ze looked at the food in front of him and thought it might work.
In fact, although every country in Europe had their own specialty dishes, spaghetti was basically a home-cooked dish. Although Chen Ze didn't plan to make spaghetti, Chen Ze thought that he might be able to let Holmes and Moriarty try Hua Xia noodles.
Hua Xia's noodles were extensive and profound. Whether it was hot and dry noodles, Yangchun noodles, or Lanzhou noodles, Chen Ze liked them all very much. They even had a lot of braised noodles. Sichuan's Dan Dan noodles were also very delicious.
Of course, Chen Ze himself couldn't accept sugar noodles. This probably had something to do with Chen Ze's birthplace. In fact, after he accepted heavy flavors, he didn't like sweet noodles very much. This was also why the North and South often argued over the taste of food for half a day.
"But … It seems a little cold recently." Chen Ze rubbed his hands. During this period of time, because of the drop in temperature, Chen Ze had seen more than one drop in temperature forecast on the weather forecast.
However, there was a sharp contrast in temperature between the South and the North. People often thought that the North's temperature was super cold and that northerners must be resistant to the cold, but in reality, that was not the case.
Although the winter temperature in the North was so low that even a drop of water could turn into ice, they had floor heating. Chen Ze had been to the Northeast once and knew that indoors and outdoors were two completely different things.
As for the South …
If the weather in the North was physical damage that could be withstood with thick layers of clothing, then the weather in the South was magical damage that could be withstood with thick layers of clothing.
"Since the weather is a little cold, let's just make hot and dry noodles." Chen Ze quickly decided. Hot and dry noodles could be considered a very famous noodles dish in Hua Xia.
One of Chen Ze's former university roommates came from Hubei, so he would often recommend hot and dry noodles. Then, another roommate from Henan would say that stewed noodles were the best.
"Let me see … I'll invite them over for a meal next time." Chen Ze thought of his university days and was simply overjoyed.
Chen Ze still remembered that the last time they contacted each other was when his roommate got married. He didn't expect to find a girlfriend in the blink of an eye.
"Let me see … Do I have sesame paste?" Chen Ze flipped through his storage stone. Now was not the time to reminisce about his university days.
To make hot and dry noodles, sesame paste was basically a must.
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