Flying Milk

"At first, I thought I was running a regular restaurant, until I realized my customers were not quite normal..."
…
Chen Ze just kindly helped up a fallen old man, but received a reward for inheriting a Dream Restaurant!
On the first day, he met an Otherworldly Girl with a pink avatar and an elf like appearance.
But she called him Inferior Race, and even waved her hand to summon spider silk to bind Chen Ze.
It turns out that this restaurant belongs to Necromancer, and Chen Ze was also misunderstood as a subordinate of Necromancer.
Then, more magical creatures followed one after another…
Chen Ze finally realized that his guests... all don't seem to be human?!

My Restaurant's Guests are All Abnormal

"This curry pork chop rice isn't bad," Hastur said, sitting on the chair and stroking his stomach; this posture made the corners of Chen Ze's mouth twitch uncontrollably.


The posture was very familiar, a spitting image of the "Ge You slump," except this was the anime version.


"If you read someone's memories every time you come here, would it have any effect on you?" Chen Ze was a bit curious. If Hastur relived a life each time he read memories, then over time, would Hastur become more and more like an ordinary Earthling?


If that was really the case, then Chen Ze thought it would be rather good. After all, Hastur couldn't go directly to Earth and could only stay in his restaurant, which would help lessen the burden on Lafra and the others.


"No, to me, your memories are like a movie, and I'm just a viewer," Hastur shook his head and then picked up the Paluda to slowly take a sip.


Chapter Seventy-Eight: Hastur, look how big and round this pot is...