If it were in the Marvel world, when he said this, it would cause a burst of cheers from the rabid fans.

But Uncle Dwarf replied with a very bland word.

"Oh."

Tony's passion that was finally ignited was suddenly photographed by the dwarf uncle's 'oh', and he felt a sense of depression that he was injured by punching the cotton with all his strength.

"Can't you have some passion, you stone head."

"Thank you for the compliment, the old man likes it."

Stone has a special meaning to dwarves, and many dwarves have words such as rock and stone in their surnames.

To call them stones is to praise them in their eyes.

Tony is out of line, he knows early on that his mouth cannon is useless against this old friend, his personality is like a stone, and he can't hit a P with a stick.

"Forget it, for the sake of your appetite for the old man, the old man will help you this time."

Uncle Dwarf said as he pulled out a crystal bottle from the dimensional storage bag he was carrying with him and threw it to Tony.

Tony scrambled to catch the bottle, picked it up and looked at it, and suddenly a disgusted expression appeared on his face.

The crystal bottle was filled with a bottle of green viscous liquid, which looked extremely disgusting like snot.

Tony said with a look of disgust.

"What's in this bottle, why does it look so disgusting?"

In order to alleviate the symptoms of palladium metal poisoning, he forced himself to drink spinach juice as water every day, but the contents of this bottle undoubtedly looked more disgusting.

Uncle Dwarf rolled his eyes.

"This is specially configured, a special antidote for metal poisoning, if you don't want it, return it to me, this bottle alone costs a hundred gold coins!"

The dwarf uncle said that he was going to snatch it back.

"I want it! Who said I didn't want it! ”

Tony hurriedly held the bottle to his chest like a baby.

Uncle Dwarf shook his head, he was completely speechless about the off-line guy.

"We dwarves have been dealing with metal all our lives, and we have not had many symptoms of metal poisoning, so we have prepared this special antidote for metal toxins.

But our dwarves are strong and strong one bottle at a time, and the toxins are all solved, if you humans are replaced, you only need to do it every time... Feed! What are you doing!? ”

Uncle Dwarf was talking about the antidote, his eyes widening suddenly.

As if he was afraid that he would regret it, Tony uncorked the bottle and poured half of the liquid into his mouth before turning his head to look at Uncle Dwarf.

"Huh? What did you just say? ”

“。。。 I mean, you humans only need to take one sip at a time. ”

Uncle Dwarf swallowed.

Tony's face changed on the spot.

"Why aren't you early...

Grunt~!

Before he could finish speaking, a loud bang suddenly came from his stomach.

Tony's face turned pale in an instant, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his hands covered his abdomen, and the whole person bent over and arched into a prawn.

"Boss, where's the bathroom and washroom?"

Qian Chen pointed to the back.

Tony suddenly bent over, clutched his abdomen, his legs in a figure, and limped to the bathroom.

He had never felt that the short distance of ten meters was so far away, as if he and Pepper were running a long distance in love.

Qian Chen saw that Tony seemed to have been blown up from behind, and the corners of his eyes suddenly jumped.

"Uncle Hammer, he's okay."

Uncle Dwarf picked up a fried bun and threw it into his mouth, chewing the juice while muttering.

"It's okay, it's just a little guilty in my stomach."

That's it, Qian Chen is now beginning to wonder if it is an honest person who cuts it and it is also black.

Just then, the door of the restaurant was pushed open.

A bitter wind blew in through the door.

"Welcome!"

Qian Chen subconsciously raised his head and said.

The noise in the restaurant paused for a moment, then resumed its original state.

Qian Chen carefully looked at the figure who walked in.

It was a figure with a downcast and vicissitudes of life all over his body.

The blue cloak was tattered and tattered, barely recognizable, taking on a wind-soaked gray.

A belt made of rope around the waist hangs a bamboo tube the thickness of a small arm. The lower body is worn in the same color as the cloak, and the trouser legs are wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, which is similar to the cloth pants that travel far. A pair of straw sandals on his feet.

And he carries a Notai knife about his height behind his back.

His face was obscured by a cloak, revealing only a pair of sharp blade-like eyes.

A down-and-out ronin who has traveled far and wide.

This was Qian Chen's first impression of him.

If you look closely, you can find that the vicissitudes and despair are just his appearance, and the tenacious soul that has been tempered is his essence.

It's like a peerless knife sealed in a tattered scabbard.

"Boss, do you have any wine?"

It was the first thing he spoke, and his voice was low and hoarse.

"I'm sorry, but we don't sell alcohol."

The drifter seemed a little disappointed.

"Excuse me."

He turned to leave.

Qian Chen hurriedly stopped him.

"This guest, why don't you sit down and rest for a while, although we don't sell alcohol, we still have some confidence in the food."

Qian Chen had a friendly smile on his face.

People can go, praise points left! ——By The true thoughts of a restaurant owner surnamed Qian.

"Okay."

The rogue hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked to the corner of the restaurant.

Qian Chen couldn't help but touch the back of his head.

Why do they like to run around the corner, is it because they are afraid that others will smell the fragrance, or is it better to have an appetite in the corner?

Qian Chen walked over, put the menu in front of the drifter, and said.

"This is our specialty. Oh, by the way, today we have launched a new product, the secret fried chicken, which has not yet been printed on the menu. ”

Before the drifter could express his opinion, Uncle Dwarf and a few other regular customers made a fuss first.

"Boss! You're not interesting enough! Don't tell me if there's a new dish! ”

"Boss! I'm going to have a new secret fried chicken! ”

"I want it too!"

"Ditto!"

“+1”

。。。

As soon as the dwarf uncle's loud voice spoke, the whole restaurant suddenly became noisy, and the atmosphere of lively laughter became even stronger.

Qian Chen had to show a wry smile.

"Coming right away! Wait! ”

Such a huge response also attracted the attention of the drifters.

"Then I'll order a secret fried chicken."

"Wait a minute."

Qian Chen turned around and walked into the kitchen.

The drifter began to survey the dining room with cryptic movements.

This is a habit he has developed over many years of being hunted down and wandering around.

It's peaceful and happy.

This was his first impression of the restaurant.

He couldn't help but be slightly surprised in his heart, he hadn't seen such a scene for many years.

In his world, where there are endless wars between countries, and people live in dire straits, where do they still have the heart to run to restaurants and taverns for entertainment?