After this period of unremitting efforts, coupled with the power of the secret lava chili sauce, Qian Chen pushed the completion of 'Xiao Qian Shengfang' to more than 80% in one go.

Uncle Hammer's fanatical attitude is the best proof that the taste of fried buns has reached a higher level!

After eating 100 fried buns, Uncle Dwarf finally stopped.

He patted his beer belly in satisfaction and let out a hearty laugh.

"Delicious! Little one, I didn't expect your craft to improve again! ”

"Uncle is satisfied."

Qian Chen also laughed, he had now gradually found the joy of being a chef.

Watching diners indulge in his carefully prepared food is no less accomplished than the pleasure he feels after tasting the various dishes himself.

At this time, Uncle Hammer showed a trace of distress on his face, and he subconsciously scratched the thick beard on his chin.

"You're already my friend, we dwarves never take advantage of our friends, but you don't want to charge for meals, hmm~ let me think about it...

Qian Chen waved his hand.

"It's okay, Uncle Hammer. The lava pepper you brought me last time was already the best meal. ”

The last time Uncle Dwarf visited, he raised the issue of paying for meals.

However, he was rejected by Qian Chen.

It's not that Qian Chen wants to push the money outside, but the meal fee paid by the dwarf uncle is actually their special dwarven gold coin.

This gold coin has a unique style, and if Qian Chen makes a move, it is easy to be suspected by others and attract investigation by state organs.

This is not the case with lava peppers.

The reason for this is that there is a treaty that is older than the Food Halberd Convention - the World Convention of Food Hunters.

The background to the birth of this convention is the fantasy invasion of species.

In order to cope with the constantly invading and powerful threatening fantasy species, the living space of humans is guaranteed.

All countries in the world signed this convention under the leadership of IGO and witnessed by all the king-level chefs.

Today, the original of the Convention is carved into a large synthetic diamond and placed in the reception hall of IGO headquarters, while each country receives a copy carved into the crystal.

One of the provisions of this covenant is that no person, power, or country may force an individual to surrender fantasy ingredients, as well as the place of production and cultivation method of fantasy ingredients, for any reason.

To put it bluntly, even the state cannot touch the ingredients of personal fantasies unless it is voluntary.

The purpose of this convention is to encourage chefs to become food hunters and hunt fantasy ingredients in large quantities, and to reduce the pressure on countries to defend against the invasion of fantasy species.

The dwarf uncle tugged at his beard and thought for a long time, hesitated for a while, and said.

"Otherwise, if you have something to forge, you can leave it to me.

I'm not bragging, our lava clan's forging skills are well-known in Erazars. ”

Uncle Dwarf puffed out his belly with pride, and the chair under his ass creaked with a creaking sound.

Seeing that Qian Chen was worried for a while, he was afraid that with his tonnage, he would directly blow up the chair.

However, Uncle Dwarf's proposal immediately attracted Qian Chen's attention.

"Can you make kitchen utensils for me?"

The dwarven blacksmith's fame spreads directly to other worlds.

As the saying goes, if you make a dwarf, you must be a masterpiece.

Uncle Hammer held his head up proudly.

"Of course, not to mention kitchen utensils, even magic weapons, and even legendary-level weapons, you Uncle Hammer can forge them."

A bead of sweat suddenly appeared on Qian Chen's forehead, and he couldn't help but have such a picture in his mind:

In the midst of the halberd, he suddenly pulled out his kitchen knife, and in an instant, the sky flashed and thundered, and a colorful halo continued to circulate on the surface of the kitchen knife.

He clenched the kitchen knife in his right hand and slashed at the ingredients in front of him, and a thunderbolt fell from the sky on the top of his opponent's head.

Then he won the victory of the halberd (magic).

"I don't think it's a legendary-level weapon, my uncle still makes ordinary kitchenware for me."

The corners of Qian Chen's mouth twitched slightly, and a very reluctant smile was put on.

Unexpectedly, the dwarf uncle actually thought seriously for a while.

"That's right, with your current physical fitness, it's very likely that you can hurt yourself with a legendary-level weapon."

Seeing that the dwarf uncle had temporarily dispelled this thought, Qian Chen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, then tell me what kind of kitchenware you want me to make for you."

Qian Chen immediately began to think.

The standard three-piece set for a Chinese chef on one side is: a square-headed kitchen knife, a large wok, and a stir-fry spoon.

But Qian Chen is still in the stage of laying the foundation, and the recipes of Chinese food have not yet appeared.

In addition, the dwarf uncle has become a half of the regular customer, and you can ask him to help create a three-piece set in the future, and at this stage, it is still mainly fried buns, beef noodles and some Japanese food.

So Qian Chen spoke.

"Then please ask Uncle to help me make a kitchen knife, one large and one small, two pans."

Qian Chen said, took out a blank piece of paper, and drew a simple drawing in front of the dwarf uncle.

The dwarf uncle patted his chest and took a big deal.

"No problem, these kitchenware are very simple, you can rest assured to leave it to me, I will bring the kitchenware next time."

Uncle Dwarf went away satisfied.

Qian Chen looked at the time, there was still half an hour before twelve o'clock, and it seemed that there was only one guest today.

Qian Chen touched his chin.

It's no wonder, after all, 'Morning Light' has just opened, and it doesn't have much fame in the other world, unlike the real world, which is already notorious.

Uncle Dwarf's two visits contributed 6 positive rating points to him.

There hasn't been a drunken tyrant visiting Gao once.

"System, what is the judging criteria for diners to give praise points every time?"

Qian Chen couldn't help asking.

- The system makes its own judgments based on the level of pleasure of the diner.

"Then why, there is so much difference between a dwarf and a human tyrant, is this the so-called money can do whatever he wants?"

Qian Chen subconsciously ridiculed the system.

Then he distinctly felt the system's tone cold by three points.

- Please don't say anything stupid. This is based on the influence of the eater, his own strength, and the overall energy level of the plane itself.

Influence Qian Chen certainly understands, a beggar and a president, of course, influence is a world of difference.

My strength, Qian Chen thinks it should refer to combat effectiveness.

"But Tony Stark is obviously from a technological plane, how can he be higher than the magical world from which the dwarves were born?"

The system didn't seem to bother to argue with him this time, and laid out a very detailed table directly in front of him.