Shi Yu was much more generous at this time than when he was in Japan, and he directly picked up the food and fed it to Qian Chen.

Qian Chen ate the food fed by the beautiful sister, but the people on the small boat next to him were stuffed with dry and hard dog food.

At this time, the boat had already sailed to the vicinity of the Pier Island, after all, it was Qian Chen who was about to enter the academy for further study, and Qian Chen and Shiyu were a little more restrained.

Qian Chen focused on the barbecue dishes, while Shi Yu on the side observed with great interest an old church on the island of the Litty, which faces the river.

This is one of the most famous churches in the world, the famous Notre Dame Cathedral.

It is said that it was here that Joan of Arc washed away her grievances and was canonized by the Crucivers.

Although it is called Notre Dame, the appearance of the whole church looks very grand and domineering.

From the front, it looks like an upside-down 'n', and the reliefs, diamond columns, and windows on the walls all reveal a classic Gothic style.

"Huh?"

At this moment, Shi Yu on the side screamed softly.

Qian Chen subconsciously raised his head and asked at the same time.

"Sister, what's wrong?"

"There seems to be someone at Notre Dame!?"

Shi Yu said in an uncertain tone.

After all, it was night, and they were not close to Notre Dame, so Shi Yu was afraid that she would be dazzled.

Qian Chen hurriedly turned his head and looked in the direction of her.

I saw that between the two huge protrusions at the main entrance of Notre Dame, there was indeed a figure.

With Qian Chen's eyesight, which was more terrifying than that of a pilot, he could not only easily see the figure clearly, but even clearly saw that it was a girl with white hair and black clothes.

The girl also seemed to notice Qian Chen's gaze, and she actually smiled at Qian Chen.

Qian Chen was just about to respond, when a faint smell of burnt suddenly came from the tip of his nose.

Qian Chen hurriedly lowered his head and beckoned the ingredients that were about to be burned.

By the time he looked up again, the girl was gone.

"Brother-kun, have you seen it?"

Shiyu asked.

"It's so late, no one should run up there."

Qian Chen said casually.

What he thought in his heart was that since the girl appeared on the Île de la Cité, it was very likely that she was a student of the Culinary Academy, so when he enrolled, she would meet sooner or later, and there was no hurry.

Now let's concentrate on enjoying the rare leisure time with my sister.

Time flies, and another week has passed in the blink of an eye, during which Qian Chen and Shiyu are touring Paris during the day, and at night they use their sleep time to enter the dream training space to practice cooking skills and prepare for the entrance exam.

He and Shiyu climbed the Eiffel Tower, where they used binoculars to look at the whole of Paris.

Visited the Louvre Museum. In addition to the works of art, the most precious treasure of this world-famous museum is actually a cookbook.

This cookbook is not ordinary, it is a recipe left by Napoleon, who has been promoted to the god of cooking.

Legend has it that this cookbook hides the secret of being promoted to the god of cooking.

Of course, the French are not stupid, and it is natural that such a precious thing cannot be displayed outside for people to see.

The Louvre exhibits only high-quality fakes, and there are no more than three people in the whole of France who know about the real authenticity.

He and Shiyu also visited the extravagant Versailles from afar.

Due to the different historical processes of this world, the whole of France is still in the feudal system, with the emperor in charge and the aristocracy on the side.

Therefore, the Palace of Versailles, which represents the authority of the emperor, is not only built more luxuriously, but also strictly forbidden to be approached by unrelated people.

Together with Shiyu, he walked through the Arc de Triomphe and strolled through the romantic streets of the Champs-Élysées.

The footprints of the two were left everywhere throughout Paris.

Time flickered, and soon it was the day when the restaurant in another dimension was open.

Qian Chen was thinking about the agreement with Claudia in his heart, and he was inevitably a little uneasy in his heart.

But soon Qian Chen calmed down.

After all, he is a chef, so he should fight as a chef.

The chef's battlefield is the kitchen, and the right way to win is to convey the heart of the food to the diners.

And this is what Qian Chen is best at.

Jingle bells!

When the time came, diners flocked to the restaurant.

But this time it's strange, Tony and the others, who rush to the front every time, didn't show up this time.

Qian Chen didn't care, from what they said, they were a heroic organization, and most of them were either saving the world or on the way to save the world if they didn't come this time.

The diners took their seats one after another, and after some more time, the doors opened again.

Claudia took Sean's hand and walked in.

Seeing the two being extremely intimate and throwing dog food unscrupulously, it immediately caused the dissatisfaction of many diners.

They said: We don't eat dog food, only eat the food of Boss Qian!

However, Qian Chen didn't bother to pay attention to them, because he was not only holding a spoon now, but also one of the dog food producers.

Claudia pulled Sean and sat directly at the bar.

"What do you two need?"

Qian Chen said with a smile on his face.

As soon as Sean wanted to speak, Claudia immediately took the lead.

"Honey, I want to drink fish soup~!"

Sean heard Claudia's coquettish way of speaking, and his bones softened by three points.

"Okay, okay. Boss, bring us a fish soup! ”

As for why only one serving of fish soup is needed for two people?

Dog food manufacturers say that one fish soup is drunk for two people, otherwise how can dog food be produced?

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Qian Chen found that Claudia was vaguely looking at Qian Chen, and Qian Chen nodded understandingly.

Qian Chen turned around and walked into the kitchen.

This time, Qian Chen didn't make as complicated French seafood soup as last time, he just followed the practice that any family by the sea would do, and threw the processed fish into it and cooked it.

At Claudia's request, Qian Chen chose a grouper-like marine fish, which seems to be most common in Sean's hometown.

Almost every household there takes this fish from snack to large.

Soon a pot of milky white soup with a strong seay smell was boiled.

Anyone who cooks fish soup knows that ginger or some other spice needs to be used to get rid of the fishy smell of fish soup.

The fishy smell of marine fish is better than that of river fish.

But Sean's hometown is very poor, and even the condiments are only the simplest salt, and they are still dried in seawater, unprocessed coarse salt, not to mention the spices equivalent to gold, which are special for nobles.

Although the ingredients are so simple, with Qian Chen's current cooking skills, this bowl of pure natural sea fish soup without any artificial additives is still extraordinary.

The soup is milky white, pure and free of impurities, and the fish is visceral but has no scars on the surface, and the soup has a natural magic that people can't help but immerse themselves in.

Qian Chen finally took out a purple, ping-pong ball, fluffy seaweed-like thing and put it into the fish soup.

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