He wears a helmet with several sharp horns on his head, revealing only a pair of eyes that glow with a faint blue light.

And in his hand he held a sword with a blade carved from a whole piece of ice, and a sheep-headed demon skull was inlaid at the hilt, exuding a piercing chill.

But the moment he walked into the door of the restaurant, both the deathly and lonely aura of death on his body and the evil and cold aura revealed from the sword in his hand all disappeared.

Without that breath, his whole person is like a coser with a high degree of restoration at the Comic Con.

The blue light dissipated, revealing a pair of eyes that were incomparably vicissitudes.

It's been a while since the restaurant opened, and most of the diners are already feasting.

The aroma of a variety of meals wafts through the restaurant.

To the man's surprise, there was a protest in his stomach that had stopped working for years.

That's impossible!?

That was his first reaction. After he became a Death Knight, he no longer eats the food of the living, but relies on death energy to exist.

How can there be a physiological reaction in him now!?

And how is the décor so strange? It gives him the feeling of being like that bunch of furry panda people in Pandaria.

"New guests again? Welcome. ”

Qian Chen, who was standing behind the bar, greeted.

This is also the only thing in this restaurant full of classical Celestial Empire style that does not quite match the style of painting.

However, Qian Chen thinks that this bar is very good, and he doesn't open a restaurant to make money (Tony: Do you dare to say that with that check in your pocket), the bar can shorten the distance between diners and allow Qian Chen to get some interesting news about the other world.

Qian Chen saw that the man in the full overlay heavy armor seemed to be a little dazed, so he raised his hand and beckoned.

The man hesitated for a moment, a growing sensation in his stomach urging him.

As a deceased, this feeling is much stronger than that of the living, and he is even about to overcome his reason.

It's like a desert traveler's thirst for water before he dies of thirst.

It's like drifting at sea for decades, not to mention the sow racing sable cicada at this time, as long as it's a female... Ahem!

The feeling made him strange and curious, and at the same time a little worried.

'Interesting, the king wants to see what is going on here. ’

The strength of the force gave him absolute confidence.

So he walked over and sat down in front of the bar facing Qian Chen.

When he sat down, Qian Chen casually handed him a menu.

"If you need something, just tell me."

The man flipped to the first page of the menu.

As if guided by fate, just at first sight, he was firmly attracted, and the vibrant and gorgeous colors were exactly what he longed for!

So the cold iron finger clicked on the menu.

"I want this."

Qian Chen didn't pay much attention to it, but when he looked at what he ordered, his face suddenly became strange.

After the good girl half-elf fell into the spicy party, is another cold-faced handsome guy going to fall!?

The man was referring to the secret beef noodle full of bright red oil on the first page of the menu.

"Are you sure?"

Qian Chen hesitated a little.

Although the increase in the spicy party made him feel very gratified, it made him feel like he was in a hurry to teach bad children.

The man was unmoved.

Qian Chen shrugged.

"Well, the customer is God."

A certain arms merchant: o(╥_╥)o

After a while, a bowl of steaming, fragrant beef noodles was brought to the man.

Just smelling it, the rich aroma of beef bone soup makes the mouth water.

After a night of marinating, and then through Qian Chen's excellent knife work, the thin beef slices like cicada wings are soaked in red oil and exude a ruby-like luster.

Sprinkle a spoonful of chopped green onions, fragrant and fresh.

Since he was promoted to Grand Chef, the level of cooking has improved considerably, and some dishes that have a lot of preparation, high degree of completion, and high potential have been upgraded to the blue grade.

Beef powder is one of them.

Don't dare to boast about anything else, if this bowl of beef noodles was placed in the previous life, even the chef who was in charge of the kitchen in the palace couldn't compare.

An unreasonable chef can turn a bowl of mediocre egg fried rice into a top-notch delicacy.

However, seeing the man pick up a few strands of rice noodles with a fork, Qian Chen had to resist the desire to complain.

Suck!

His Royal Highness Arthas Minehir, the former Prince of Lordaeron and the current King of Meow, suddenly widened his eyes, and his pupils released a violent blue light.

The moment the rice noodles wrapped in red oil entered his mouth, the heat rushed straight to his nose, and he wanted to cry irritating, while the hot chili oil and rice noodles rushed straight to his stomach bag like magma.

This is the painful feeling of being a living person that he has long lost!

However, it is different from the stinging sensation of being splashed with sulfuric acid after being irradiated with holy light.

This fiery burning sensation made him so intoxicated that he even forgot the fact that he was a dead man!

What surprised him even more was that he seemed to have returned to his youthful youth and felt the call of the Holy Light again.

After the heat and spiciness, the fragrant smell of beef began to echo in his mouth and nose, and the aftermath of the chili oil immersed his frozen body and even his soul in a warm feeling.

It was a feeling that he could never experience anymore, having become a dead man.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to be alive ...

Arthas suddenly regretted lifting the Frost Sorrow and becoming the dead.

At least if he was still the prince of Lordaeron, or even the king of Lordaeron, wouldn't he be able to enjoy such a delicacy every day?

'Wait, maybe I can kill this chef and make it my own chef, and let him cook for me every day!' ’

Looking at Qian Chen's busy figure, a trace of killing intent flashed in Arthas's eyes.

When the emotion of the living gradually dissipates, the evil consciousness of the dead begins to raise its head again.

Just as he was about to do it, though.

Arthas was horrified to find that any power in him had vanished.

Whether it's blood, plague, death, or dark magic.

At this moment, he felt as weak as a 5 or 6-year-old child.

The realization left him at a loss. He never imagined what would happen one day when he completely lost his strength.

At this moment, Qian Chen walked up to him and showed a 'kind' smile.

"Guest, do you need help?"

Arthas was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"One more bowl, please."

"Okay, wait a minute."

Just then, the doors of the restaurant opened again.

A tall and mighty demon with purple skin, huge demon horns, bat wings, and sheep's hooves, eyes tied with black cloth, faintly burning green flames on his body, and holding a green light in each hand, a strange shaped crescent moon weapon walked into the restaurant...