My Restaurant Connects with Myriad Worlds

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“Manager ~” Betty opened the door and walked in. Then he saw Chen Ze playing with the barbecue stall and a large bucket full of skewers.

“Is this?” Betty blinked, feeling that her saliva was going to flow down. Every time Chen Ze made a new Cuisine, Betty was the happiest.

Chen Ze looked at the restaurant door suspiciously. He remembered that he had just locked the restaurant. Why could Betty come in?

“Betty, it’s closed today. I have to go shopping.” Chen Ze explained. In fact, he intends to go out to set up a stall to make money. There is no way. Foreign world guests cannot provide RMB. For the sake of dinner, Chen Ze only Can choose to go out and make money.

“Ahhhhhhhhh? Can I play games in your Manager’s room?” It seems that because Chen Ze sees through the small movements, Betty is now more direct.

Chen Ze corner of the mouth twitched “Do you understand?”

Betty shook the head, she must not understand.

“If you don’t understand, you play a hammer.” Chen Ze rolled the eyes, how to play if you don’t understand the words?

“But it’s really interesting.” Betty rubbed his hands in excitement, his tail flickering.

Chen Ze sighed helplessly, what the hell was going on, a good Succubus was about to be raised into an otaku by him, Chen Ze felt that he was a heinous crime.

“All right, you can play if you want, but you have to clean up and help me wash my clothes by the way.” Chen Ze walked to the front door of the restaurant and looked at it. It was indeed unlocked.

This is a big mistake. If there is no lock, guests come in behind. Chen Ze doesn’t think Betty is capable of entertaining these guests, so Chen Ze immediately put a lock on.

“Manager, you’re the best~” Betty pounced on Chen Ze, Chen Ze avoided a short walk, he didn’t want to be hit by the steel plate.

“Since you are here, let’s eat something casually today.” Chen Ze scratched his head and looked at the phone. It is 6:1, it’s still early, and he didn’t eat dinner.

“Manager, what are you eating today?” Betty followed Chen Ze curiously.

“Today I have Wild Rice and Wild Rice Shoots with Stir Fried Meat and Scrambled Eggs with Fresh Tomatoes, um… let’s have another Seaweed Egg Drop Soup.” Chen Ze thought about the ingredients in the kitchen and quickly decided what he would eat today thing.

“Okay, Manager, then I’ll clean up first.” Betty rolled up his sleeves and went to clean up enthusiastically.

Chen Ze looked at the soaking Wild Rice. The Wild Rice now looks much better than it was when I got it in the morning. Chen Ze took the Wild Rice out and simply filtered the water and used it for cooking.

“Really uneaten rice.” Chen Ze scratched his head. This grain, which has been circulating in China for so long, once disappeared in the Southern Song Dynasty, but now it is back on people’s tables.

“Wild Rice Shoots with Shredded Pork is easy to make, so let’s make Seaweed Egg Drop Soup first.” Chen Ze put a small pot on the gas stove.

Although it is Seaweed Egg Drop Soup, the Seaweed Egg Drop Soup made by Chen Ze is not the kind of Seaweed Egg Drop Soup that looks like a pot of egg flowers, but actually doesn’t eat much.

Although Chen Ze was in college, he would drink this egg drop soup several times a week.

After a simple hot pan, Chen Ze poured the well-stirred eggs in, and fry them a few times. After the eggs were set, they sprinkled a little salt and took them out and put them in a small bowl separately.

The soup on the side also boiled. Chen Ze added a loaf of seaweed into it, and poured the eggs in the small bowl, so that the eggs would not be boiled apart, but floating in the seaweed soup in small lumps.

“Then start making Wild Rice Shoots with Shredded Pork and Tomato Eggs.” Chen Ze looked at the prompts that the system popped up. There was no fluctuation in his heart. Now his cooking skills are very easy to make these simple home-cooked dishes.

After a while, Chen Ze finished all the dishes for today and put them on the table. Then Chen Ze looked at the rice cooker, but he hadn’t jumped yet. It might be a while.

“Wild Rice rice…what does it taste like?” Chen Ze was a little curious and licked his lips. It is said that Wild Rice rice is more nutritious than regular white rice, but Chen Ze is not interested in several times the nutritional value. He just wanted to taste how it tasted.

When the rice cooker finally jumped, Chen Ze checked the time and it was 7 o’clock.

“Betty, it’s dinner.” Chen Ze took out two bowls and shouted while serving the rice.

“Manager, how come this rice is of this color?” Betty looked at the bowl in front of her puzzledly. She has been working in Chen Ze’s restaurant for a while, but she has never seen such rice.

The rice Betty has seen and ate is white. It looks very good and tastes very good. It is even better than the white bread she ate at home.

“This is Wild Rice.. In short, it is rice.” Chen Ze gave up his plan to tell Betty about China’s history, and he wanted to go out and set up a stall as soon as possible.

It was almost 3 bites in one bite. Chen Ze finished the meal quickly in a while, then greeted Betty and pushed his barbecue stall out.

“The taste is not bad.” Chen Ze thought to himself that the Wild Rice just now tasted differently from ordinary white rice, but it was still delicious. Chen Ze decided to buy an extra 1kg later and put it back.

Pushing the door open, looking at the lively night scene outside the door, Chen Ze laughed, put on Toque, these are walking banknotes.

And Betty is sitting at the table and eating quietly. When Chen Ze is not there, Betty seems to be a completely different person. She sips Wild Rice and scoops a spoonful of tomato and eggs. She likes this red and yellow one. Cuisine.

“Ah, this thing is really hard to use.” Betty frowns, looking at the two pieces of wood in her hand, she didn’t understand why Chen Ze only used this thing when eating. It felt super difficult to use by herself, there was no knife and fork at all. Easy to use.

If Chen Ze is there, you will find that Betty is actually using his chopsticks, but Chen Ze is not there, so no one else will know about this.

When Chen Ze ran out of skewers and returned to the restaurant with his exhausted body, he saw a plate of cuisine that he hadn’t seen before, and a glass of lemonade. Betty had no idea when he unlocked and returned.

Chen Ze sat down curiously and looked at the plate in front of him. This plate is a kind of meat, but Chen Ze is very sure that this is not an ingredient from Earth, because this piece of meat is golden.

“Does Betty make Cuisine?” Chen Ze laughed, picked up his chopsticks and took a bite.

Then Chen Ze regretted it. He felt that Betty’s cooking skills were about the same as his own in high school, and he could use ordinary ingredients to make terrible cuisine.

Chen Ze spit out the meat quickly, took a sip of lemonade.

“Pu! Did you put salt as sugar?”