"It's that … Oily fish?" Betty looked at Chen Ze and asked.
"Huh?" Chen Ze was instantly stunned. To be honest, he had thought of many kinds of fish, but he really did not expect Betty to ask him about this fish.
Oily fish, one could tell from the name that this fish's characteristic was oil. However, this oil was not ordinary oil, but a very troublesome oil.
This did not mean that the oil of this oily fish was poisonous, nor did it mean that this fish tasted bad. The taste of oily fish was actually quite good, with a unique taste.
Originally, this kind of fish had nothing to do with Chen Ze. After all, Chen Ze did not eat fish, so Chen Ze never cared about fish. It was not until one of Chen Ze's Guangdong friends posted his experience of being scammed that Chen Ze knew about the existence of this oily fish.
Oily fish, its meat was a little similar to cod. If one did not buy it often, they might be scammed by illegal vendors. Although they would not be hospitalized, the consequences would still make the victim feel so much pain that they wanted to die. It was a kind of social death.
It was a sunny day. Chen Ze's good friend from Guangdong bought a codfish and planned to eat it once in a while. Although he felt that the fish was a little strange during the cooking process, he didn't care. Instead, he ate it happily.
Then, this guy went to meet his blind date. They had a good chat until this guy suddenly felt uncomfortable in his stomach and wanted to go to the toilet. However, just as he stood up, he felt something come out from behind him …
After that, this guy died in society, and the girls he went on blind dates with suspected that he was gay for a long time.
It was only then that Chen Ze found out that the oily fish had another name, the gay happy fish.
This evil name came from a component in the oily fish's body. Although it was not poisonous, the human body could not digest it. It would accumulate and then the oil would flow out from the back …
"Why do you want to ask this? Are you planning to eat it? " Chen Ze deeply suspected that his restaurant was not normal today. Had Mo Fei changed from the last gathering of smart people to a gathering of perverts?
In that case, what other guests would come and ask him perverted questions?
"A little … I heard that oily fish is delicious, and you'll be very happy after eating it." Betty nodded.
Chen Ze's mouth twitched. You really want to eat it?
"Betty, do you still remember the Heather Scrambled Eggs?" Chen Ze patted Betty's shoulder meaningfully.
"Eh?" Betty's expression changed instantly.
Heather Scrambled Eggs. This was a sad story, and it made Betty's appetite very bad for a long time.
Looking at Betty's strange expression, Chen Ze sighed.
"Although oily fish isn't as unique as Heather Scrambled Eggs, in fact, the aftereffects caused by oily fish are more terrible than Heather Scrambled Eggs." Chen Ze couldn't bear to see Betty's social death in the restaurant, and he didn't want to see that kind of scene.
"You should know that oily fish has another name, called Gay Happy Fish, so you should give up." Looking at the dumbstruck Betty, Chen Ze shook his head and continued to study his notes.
"Betty, what's wrong with you?" Hastur looked at the pale Betty and asked.
"It's okay, Master Hastur." Betty shook her head and then subconsciously covered her butt. After she heard Chen Ze's words, she didn't want to eat Gay Happy Fish anymore.
"Well, I can see that you have something on your mind. If you have something to say, you can say it." Hastur's tone was very gentle and warm, which made Betty a little touched.
"Anyway, you're holding it in. Why don't you tell me what you're unhappy about and make me happy?" But soon, Betty felt that her thoughts were absolutely wrong. There was no such thing as gentleness or warmth in Master Hastur.
"I don't want to!" Betty angrily picked up the rag and wiped the table hard.
Hastur smiled and then ate another mouthful of curry pork chop rice.
"Although this curry pork chop rice is delicious, it always feels like something is missing." Hastur touched his mouth and frowned.
"Manager!" Hastur shouted at the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" Chen Ze, who was reading his notes, looked at Hastur.
"Do you have any sauces for the meal?" Hastur felt that he had found what he was missing. After all, this curry pork chop rice was a little uncomfortable to eat all the time.
"Sauce? No, but there's Lao Gan Ma. Do you want it? " Chen Ze shook his head. He didn't specially make sauce, but he still bought some Lao Gan Ma. After all, some dishes could be made with Lao Gan Ma.
"Give me some." Although Hastur felt that it was a pity, he still nodded. He had heard of Lao Gan Ma before. It was known as the product of the Virgin Mary.
Chen Ze called Betty in and asked Betty to bring a bottle of Lao Gan Ma out.
"Sauce?" Chen Ze touched his chin. If it was a sauce that went with rice, Chen Ze really didn't study it. But Chen Ze also knew that in Southeast Asia, there was a sauce that tasted pretty good. Chen Ze felt that it would be good to eat with rice.
"Let me see … I don't have any prawns." Chen Ze picked up the storage stone and shook his head. It seemed that he had to replenish his stock of prawns.
Chen Ze planned to make Southeast Asian prawn sauce. The taste was quite unique, but it still tasted good. At least, Chen Ze felt that compared to its brother, fish sauce, prawn sauce was more acceptable.
Chen Ze had eaten prawn sauce before. It tasted very good and went well with rice. Chen Ze felt that even if there weren't any dishes, he could eat a big bowl of rice with the prawn sauce.
"I might as well take a look when I go out in the afternoon." Chen Ze quickly made up his mind. The method of making prawn sauce wasn't very complicated. He just had to follow the steps one by one.
"Mr. Store Manager, two pots of black tea and two servings of Qi Feng cake." Moriarty pushed the door open and walked in.
"Okay." Chen Ze nodded and then glanced over. He saw Sherlock Holmes wearing a deer-hunting hat beside Moriarty.
"Mr. Holmes!" Chen Ze was a little surprised.
"Mr. Store Manager, we meet again." Holmes smiled and then glanced at Chen Ze.
"Congratulations, Mr. Store Manager. You're about to step into the sacred hall of marriage," Holmes said out of the blue.
"Eh? Okay, thank you for your blessing. " Chen Ze smiled happily. Although he didn't know how Holmes deduced, Chen Ze wasn't surprised. After all, it was Holmes.
But if that was the case, wouldn't he be able to receive a gift from Holmes?
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