After a while, a plate of fragrant fried buns was brought to the table in response to Tony Stark's strange gaze.

"Guest, do you use chopsticks?"

Qian Chen kindly reminded.

Stark's face froze, but his mouth was unconvinced.

"For Bentian, using chopsticks is as easy as drinking water."

Qian Chen saw Stark's embarrassment but didn't break it.

He rummaged through the cupboard for a moment, then took out a fork and handed it to Stark, with an apologetic look on his face.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Stark, I've run out of disposable chopsticks, so please use a fork."

Stark had a relieved look on his face, but he wasn't forgiving.

"The quality of your restaurant's service is so poor that I have to consider whether to file a complaint with the Consumer Rights Association now."

However, with this little episode, the atmosphere between the two has eased a lot.

Seeing that Stark couldn't wait to start eating, Qian Chen hurriedly reminded.

"Please bite into the skin of the bun first, drink the soup inside, be careful that the soup is very hot!"

But before Qian Chen finished speaking, Stark, who was so hungry that his chest was close to his back, had already picked up a fried bun in a hurry, put it in his mouth and bit it hard.

Poof!

There was a soft sound, and the soup in the bun suddenly splashed all over him.

This hand-made, cost-effective white shirt with tens of thousands of dollars was directly reimbursed.

And that's not all, the hot soup rushed straight into Stark's mouth.

His tongue was hit by the heat, and he subconsciously wanted to spit out what was in his mouth.

However, a burst of vibrant deliciousness followed.

For the first time, Stark felt that his tongue and mouth were disagreeing.

It was obviously hot, but he was reluctant to spit out the deliciousness in his mouth.

Immediately after that, his teeth bit through the skin of the bun, and the moment he touched the filling, he was immediately flicked hard.

It feels as if hidden inside the bun skin is a live shrimp jumping inside.

The next second he felt himself hit by a huge wave into the bottom of the sea, and countless shrimp danced around him.

For a moment, he was deeply lost in it.

It's an amazing experience that Tony Stark can't afford to spend more money on.

When Tony Stark came to his senses, he suddenly found that the fork was empty.

His eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Qian Chen as if he was looking at a monster.

Before eating, he just regarded Qian Chen's food as something to fill his stomach.

I never thought that this fried bun would be so delicious!

Although his favorite things are nightclubs, parties and young models, as the head of Stark Industries, the world's hottest weapons dealer, the world's richest super tycoon, flying in the sky, swimming in the water, there are no dishes in the world that he has never eaten.

But he just hadn't eaten such a magical dish.

"Did you cast some kind of magic on it?"

Tony Stark asked, dumbfounded.

"I'm just doing it more carefully."

Qian Chen smiled slightly.

Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Stark didn't bother anymore.

He shrugged and said in a relaxed tone.

"Well, Mr. Stark admits that he was a little blind."

Immediately afterward, he directly and rudely pulled the neckline, and the extremely expensive custom tie was thrown to the ground like a rag by him.

Then Stark rolled up his sleeves and raised his fork to binge eat.

The soup splattered, and the grease-filled soup stained his clothes, and now his incomparably expensive outfit was completely ruined.

But Stark didn't care at all, and ate on the fried buns.

Almost every ten seconds, a fried bun disappeared into his mouth.

By the end, his mouth was full, and he looked like a rotten man who hadn't eaten for days.

Looking at Tony Stark, who seemed to be reincarnated as a starving ghost, Qian Chen suddenly had a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

In less than ten minutes, a large plate of fried buns was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Clang!

When Stark reached for his fork again, there was a clatter of metal against porcelain.

Stark only came back to his senses at this time, and looked at the empty plate in a bit of a daze.

His face was written all over 'Where's my bun?' So where did the big plate of buns go? ’。

seemed to see the smile in Qian Chen's eyes, and Tony Stark couldn't hold his face a little.

"The taste is average, and it's just right to fill your stomach, but the portion is too small."

Qian Chen couldn't help but smile and said.

"Do you need another one?"

Stark pretended to be dismissive.

"Seeing that your restaurant business is so bad, Mr. Tony is very merciful, and takes care of your business, and reluctantly makes it difficult to get a share."

Qian Chen now completely regarded Stark as an old child, and didn't care about his statement at all.

Leave a sentence.

"Wait a minute."

Then he went into the kitchen again.

When the next day is less than half an hour left.

Stark patted his swollen belly contentedly, and two empty plates lay out in front of him.

"The boss pays!"

With a wave of his hand, Stark proudly pulled out a black card.

Qian Chen glanced at it, but did not take the card in Stark's hand.

"The rules of our restaurant are that all dishes are not marked with a clear price, and how much or what is given depends on the customer's preference."

It's over, Qian Chen also emphasized.

"Of course, if you are not satisfied, or if you have any difficulties, it is okay not to give money."

In the face of such a bizarre billing rule, Stark listened to it with relish and looked interested.

However, Qian Chen's last sentence seemed to have stepped on his tail.

Stark snorted coldly, threw the black card directly on the table, and then waved his hand in a pretended chic manner while picking up his suit.

"All the money in this card belongs to you, and all the more should be used as a tip."

However, when he reached the door of the restaurant, he paused and turned slightly sideways.

"Your cooking is good, I'll come back next time."

After saying that, he walked away.

Qian Chen shook his head.

This guy is really an old kid who doesn't grow up.

I cleaned up the table, and before I knew it, all three needles on the clock were reset to zero.

Clang!

With a long bell ringing, there was a sudden and undetectable fluctuation in the entire space.

- When the time is up, the restaurant will be automatically closed.

- The number of diners this time: 1, the number of special diners: 1, and the total number of praise points: 10

- Special Eater: Tony Stark, a genius inventor from the Marvel universe.

- Tony Stark's satisfaction level has increased from 'dismissive' to 'thinking about it day and night'.

Qian Chen checked the system information while casually picking up the black card left by Stark.

I didn't expect the system prompt to come again.