"Um … Sir, why do I feel like you're hinting at something?" Betty narrowed her eyes and looked at Fei Shu. She suddenly felt as if her soul had been attacked.
"No, Miss Betty. Can I have a cup of cola?" Fei Shu smiled and sat down. It was great to come to this restaurant. He would not be forced to calm down. It was only at times like this that he could experience what it was like to be a human again.
"Of course, sir. Please wait a moment." Betty shook her head. Perhaps she was overthinking things.
Holmes didn't say a word. He had been observing Flying Squirrel ever since he came in. After all, Flying Squirrel was too eye-catching, and Holmes couldn't shift his gaze away from him.
"Stop looking. It's the same no matter how you look. This restaurant is such a magical place. Can't you accept Jehanne's appearance?" Moriarty knew what Holmes was thinking. He was very surprised at first, but now he felt an inexplicable sense of pride when he saw others being surprised.
"It's really magical." Holmes nodded. This new guest had completely overturned his worldview from every angle, giving Holmes a sense of shock.
The existence of Jehanne was easier to accept. After all, although she was a historical figure, she still existed. But now, the existence of this skeletal monster surprised Holmes quite a bit.
"What's so magical about this? There's a Megalosaurus here. There's also a devil. I wouldn't be surprised if a god came in." Moriarty took a sip of tea. If it were not for the existence of these magical customers, Moriarty would not have put all his attention on this magical restaurant.
"Yeah." Holmes nodded. He had thought a lot about it. He even felt that the cases outside were not that important. After all, compared to these magical existences, the cases were too boring.
Fei Shu naturally did not know that his appearance had almost made a great detective give up his detective career. He was looking at the menu projected by the robot.
"Not bad." Fei Shu nodded. The dishes were all very realistic, and there was a fragrance to them. Fei Shu felt like he was going to be dazzled.
"Yes, sir. This is our restaurant's brand-new way of ordering dishes ~" Betty said proudly.
"Hmm. Then, is there a barbecue bento?" Fei Shu looked at Betty expectantly.
"Huh? Barbecue bento? Please wait a moment. " Betty was stunned. She had already memorized the menu, so when she thought of it, she realized that it wasn't in the restaurant. She could only ask the restaurant manager.
"Manager, manager!" Betty quickly ran into the kitchen and told Chen Ze about Feishu's request.
"Barbecue bento? Flying Squirrel is really unique, but perhaps he is homesick. Yes, let Flying Squirrel see if there are any other points. " Chen Ze nodded. The barbecue bento sounded strange, but in fact, it wasn't difficult at all.
When Chen Xingchen was traveling in Japan, he went to Root Room in Hokkaido. It was the easternmost place in Japan, and the people there made a living by fishing. However, it was not strange in Japan. After all, there were many fishermen in Japan, but there were very few people in Root Room. For them, other than fishing, they would go to convenience stores to eat barbecue bento. Therefore, the barbecue bento was the most famous item in the area.
Chen Ze saw the picture of the barbecue bento that his sister sent him. He had to admit that it was very simple.
It did not have the extravagance of other bento dishes. The plate presentation was not very beautiful, and the dishes were relatively simple. It could even be labeled as boring.
However, there was a reason why the barbecue bento could become the local convenience store's main bento.
"Manager, Mr. Fei Shu did not ask for anything else. He only asked for a few glasses of beer." Betty poked her head in and told Chen Ze.
"Okay." Chen Ze nodded. Then, his matter was very simple.
The cooking method of the barbecue bento was really very simple. White rice, freshly roasted streaky pork, and finally, sauce. Therefore, for Chen Ze, this dish was really not difficult at all. However, Chen Ze still worked hard to make some improvements on the rice and sauce to make the dish taste better.
"Sure enough, I didn't get the system's approval." Chen Ze looked at the box of freshly baked bento in front of him and shook his head. The method of making the barbecue bento was too simple, so Chen Ze felt that he might not get the system's approval when he made it. He did not expect that it would not get the system's approval after he made it.
However, Chen Ze did not care. Anyway, he did not care so much about the experience points now. Although the system's rewards were quite good, they played more of a supporting role. Chen Ze's current cooking skills were learned by himself.
"Betty, come in and serve the dishes." Chen Ze wiped his hands and then took out a piece of streaky pork. When he made the streaky pork, Chen Ze felt a little hungry.
Chen Ze did not know if others were like this, but for Chen Ze, he was like this.
Sometimes, he would suddenly feel an inexplicable desire to eat something, and then he would think of a way to eat it. After eating, he would feel a different kind of satisfaction.
"Phew … This is the barbecue bento." Flying Squirrel looked at the steaming hot rice and barbecue meat in front of him with satisfaction.
The white rice was mixed with some beans, and the streaky pork was roasted until it glowed with oil. The sauce drizzled on top of it made Flying Squirrel feel as if he had returned to reality.
Moreover, Chen Ze deliberately used the bento box from the convenience store. Although it was a cheap plastic bento box, it made Flying Squirrel even happier when he held it in his hand. When he was working, he liked to eat bento boxes like this in the convenience store.
"I'm going to dig in!" Flying Squirrel picked up his chopsticks and put his palms together respectfully. Then, he shoved a mouthful of rice and barbecue meat into his mouth and chewed.
Chen Ze used spicy sauce, which had a hint of spiciness and sauce. In addition, the streaky pork's unique grease and meat aroma made Flying Squirrel eat very quickly. Then, he realized that there were some beans with the rice. The crispy and sour texture made the barbecue bento even more delicious. Flying Squirrel ate with satisfaction.
"I'm curious. How did you manage to eat it?" Holmes glanced at Flying Squirrel, who was sitting diagonally behind him.
"Who knows? Just like this magical door, I have a feeling that the store owner might be a wizard." Moriarty smiled and took another sip of tea.
"Betty, please refill our pot."
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