"Why bother?" Professor Moriarty leaned on his cane. Recently, he had seldom attended to his 'business,' having been more occupied with researching the magical restaurant. Most of his time was now spent in the newly established tavern, studying the wall where the wooden door would appear.
"..." Sherlock Holmes glanced at Moriarty without a word, silently waiting for his own dish.
"Betty, come in and serve the dishes." Chen Ze clapped his hands. The professor's dish was ready, and for Holmes's dish, Chen Ze had some ideas in mind.
"Okay, hey Manager, could you knock me on the head later?" Betty approached with a request that Chen Ze had never considered.
"Huh?" Chen Ze was completely baffled. He knew the succubus in his restaurant was a foodie, but how did she suddenly develop a masochistic trait?
Seeing the look in Chen Ze's eyes as if he were looking at a freak, Betty felt speechless, rolled her eyes, and swayed her tail.
