After the people left, he secretly took off the ring on his hand.
After taking a closer look, I found that there was nothing special about it, just an ordinary rubber ring.
But why are we asked to wear it when we come to eat?
And just now the boss didn't even give him the menu, just left without asking him what he wanted to order.
He secretly asked a customer next to him: "Don't we need to order food?"
The other person smiled and said, "Are you new here? An's Private Kitchen is different from before. There's no ordering here. It all depends on what the boss wants to cook."
"What we eat depends on the boss?"
The other party nodded and said, "That's right, but don't worry, the food here will definitely not disappoint you. I guarantee you'll want to come back again after trying it once."
"Did you fill out all the information I asked you to fill in earlier? This is the boss's secret weapon to success."
A strange look flashed in Zhang Chunhe's eyes. "You mean he can fulfill all the preferences we fill out? And the meals are also based on the information we fill out?"
"That's what you think."
"But with so many customers, how can he satisfy all of them with just one dish? If not, how can he complete so many personalized orders by himself?"
That’s right, although there is no ordering, the food prepared is very much in line with the guests’ taste, which can be considered as personal customization.
As far as he knew, there was only one chef in the kitchen, An Jingzhi.
Including the two employees hired to help clear the tables, there are only three people here in total.
To do these things is not difficult, but impossible.
Seeing Zhang Chunhe's face full of disbelief, the other party smiled and said in an unfathomable manner: "This is the charm of An's private kitchen."
"You can experience the joy of personalization at a reasonable price. So why are there so many customers?"
The reason why the kitchen is so clean is because An Jingzhi has never done anything here.
All the food served to the guests is just nutrient solution.
Of course, it’s not that kind of high-tech nutrient solution, but just something he simply mixed based on the technology of this world.
If you don't finish your meal in the store, you'll end up eating tasteless nutrient solution when you get home.
The last time the police came, they looked like they were taking back normal meals. However, without the influence of the machines used by An’s Private Kitchen, the meals would have turned into nutrient solution in the eyes of others.
While chatting with others, Zhang Chunhe quietly inquired about all the information about the restaurant.
Before long, the two employees began serving food to each table.
Everywhere you look you can see plates filled with a variety of dishes.
Surprise flashed in his eyes. It was actually true, and the cooking speed was not slow. What was even more rare was that these dishes were not pre-prepared.
When the food came to his table, he looked at the two ordinary plates of grilled skewers in front of him and felt that they looked unusually familiar.
He tried to pick up a skewer and put it in his mouth, but after thinking about it, he took off the ring on his hand.
He couldn't come here to investigate and be led by the other party without bringing any ring.
After putting the ring down, he picked up a skewer and put it in his mouth.
The next second, the taste buds, touch, brain, and eye sockets turned red for no reason.
He remembered why it looked familiar.
The two bombs kebabs were the last meal he and his companions had at the time.
From then on, the other person was inside and he was outside. The other person became an unsung hero, and he had to carry everything and move forward.
It’s exactly the same as the original plate of grilled skewers. Zhang Chunhe was eating and muttering to himself when suddenly a figure appeared in front of him.
It was as if he was back to that scene, with the other person sitting in front of him, holding a bottle of beer in his hand, drinking it noisily, and complaining that he was drinking too slowly.
Zhang Chunhe finished the meal while crying and laughing.
In fact, in An Jingzhi's eyes, what Zhang Chunhe was eating was just some nutrient solution.
Things like grilled skewers and meat were all materialized by Zhang Chun's own brain.
But only he can see these. Everyone who steps into An's Private Kitchen is equivalent to stepping into the virtual scene he set up.
Here's what he ended up with a month after closing the restaurant.
Everything in here was set up by him.
The ring is just something that is displayed in plain sight. In addition to collecting guest information, it can also connect to the brain when worn, making guests experience the illusion set by An Jingzhi.
And all these images come from the other person's thoughts and ideas.
Other people's meals stimulate the brain to secrete dopamine through the taste buds, but An Jingzhi directly makes the brain secrete dopamine, making the guests feel that the food in front of them is particularly delicious and nostalgic.
Everyone's memories and feelings are different, so everyone's evaluation after eating the food is also different.
Zhang Chunhe now finally understood why the emotions of the customers leaving while he was queuing were so different, some were happy, some were sad and relieved.
Looking around, I saw that guests at several tables were still eating, with different expressions on their faces.
He touched the ring in his pocket with his right hand.
So what exactly is this thing for?
It seems that there is no difference whether you wear it or not?
He called the waiter and the boss An Jingzhi.
"Hello, guest. How can I help you?" An Jingzhi said gently.
Zhang Chunhe raised the ring on his hand and asked, "Why do I have to wear it when I eat?"
"Trade secret."
"Then can I buy it with money?" Zhang Chunhe asked again.
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