In his world, in most of the restaurants and pubs, mercenaries, killers, gangsters, dark women... People who live in the dark abound.

These villains come here to exchange information, or to trade illegally, or to trade in skin and flesh, and the whole space is filled with disgusting black desires.

But this restaurant is completely different.

It was warm, it was like coming back home.

After many years of wandering and walking through thousands of rivers and mountains, it was the first time he had encountered such a strange restaurant.

"Really, the warmth dulls the swords below."

The drifter muttered quietly.

Twenty minutes later, Qian Chen walked out of the kitchen with a large tray in his hand, which added up to six plates of fried chicken.

The most time-consuming thing about fried chicken is not frying, but the time it takes to marinate.

Qian Chen anticipated today's situation in advance, so he deliberately marinated more than ten kilograms of chicken nuggets in advance, and when the guests ordered, they were directly put into the oil pan and fried together, which could save a lot of time.

His prescience proved to be profound.

Qian Chen had just walked out of the kitchen, and he hadn't reached the halfway point, except for the one he barely protected, the others had already been robbed on the way.

These diners were polite at all, and they did it themselves, and they had enough food and clothing.

The diner who grabbed the fried chicken was proud and showed it off, but the diner who didn't grab it couldn't see it and quickly grabbed the fried chicken on his plate and threw it into his mouth.

Lively, laughing, and playing, diners put down all their masks and disguises, and laughed wildly in the 'morning light'.

They had genuine smiles on their faces, and they were like a family.

Qian Chen finally squeezed through the noisy crowd and put the only remaining fried chicken in front of the drifter.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

"No, it's okay."

The rogue didn't pay attention to the fried chicken on the table, but looked Qian Chen up and down with a strange expression.

His world is full of all kinds of strife, not to mention different races, even the same human beings hate each other because of their different governing philosophies, and even the creator god who can create stars at will cannot let them coexist peacefully.

But what did he see in this magical restaurant?

The living and the dead toast together, and the elves and dwarves call each other brothers.

It's incredible.

No matter how he looked at Qian Chen, he was just an ordinary human teenager, at best, his physical fitness was slightly better.

The drifter was sure that the boy in front of him must have some special way to make everyone put aside their hatred and raise a glass together.

What could it be?

As he pondered, he picked up a piece of fried chicken with his chopsticks and dipped it in purple jam and put it in his mouth.

As his teeth bite open the crispy crust of the fried chicken, his taste buds touch the tender and juicy chicken and the sweet and sour jam.

Rumble!

A thunderbolt exploded in his mind.

Suddenly, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, facing his master's thunderous sword, the feeling of powerlessness that had nowhere to dodge.

The extreme deliciousness is constantly wearing down his will.

He seemed to have come to a forest of birds and flowers, where there was no killing, no hatred, only peace and peace, here he seemed to...

"Whew!"

He took a deep breath, sweating profusely, and his face turned pale.

Relying on extremely tenacious perseverance, he finally broke free from the illusion of food.

"It's horrible."

He looked at the fried chicken with only one bite on his chopsticks with wary eyes, as if it was an opponent who would deliver a fatal blow if he let his guard down.

"Guest, isn't it to your taste?"

Qian Chen's voice sounded on the side.

The rogue turned his head sharply and looked in awe at Qian Chen, who was smiling.

He seemed to understand what secret magic the other party had cast.

If it is a level of food, it may really eliminate hostility and hatred.

And he was shocked to find that his sword intent had been sharpened even more.

Although it will easily wear down his fighting spirit, let him fall into the illusion of food and can't extricate himself.

However, once he breaks free, he can improve his mind in all aspects.

'I actually sharpened my sword intent with food, if the master knew, I would definitely be so angry that I would be hacked to death... ’

"No, boss, your food is delicious, not even the best yodelers in my world."

Then he picked up a piece of fried chicken and laughed to himself.

"It's a bad habit to be addicted to food, but I can't seem to quit.

Food is like a dragon, always with me. ”

Then he said something strange.

What "is a long road, only chickens as companions." "The trend of this fried chicken, the more you eat it, the more fragrant it becomes", "Although I wander the world, I am lost in the food"...

Qian Chen couldn't help but break out in cold sweat on his forehead.

'This big brother shouldn't be the legendary literary comic youth?' ’

The most important thing is that others are sweating profusely and flushed when they eat fried chicken.

He was fine, he broke out in a cold sweat when he ate a piece, his face was pale, and his expression changed, as if he was taking poison.

Qian Chen has already given up treatment, anyway, among the guests who come to his restaurant, there are a lot of weirdos, and there is no shortage of him.

After eating the fried chicken, the rogue gentleman put the long Notai knife on his shoulder and walked away like the wind.

Only Qian Chen was left messy in the wind.

"Big brother, although my restaurant is free, but after others finish eating, they ask how much it is, and you just go straight away, and you don't even say hello, I don't want to lose face!" ’

But when he sent off the last guest and began to count today's harvest, he couldn't help but smile.

Positive rating points have accumulated to 145 points.

Qian Chen is ready to accumulate 200 points to exchange for a green talent upgrade crystal, or simply save 500 points in one go and directly exchange for a blue talent.

The praise score is second, but today's biggest gain came from the dashing (don't give money for nothing) drifter.

- Congratulations on obtaining the Wind Guardian Sword Technique (Starter, Green)!

Qian Chen never thought that this dashing rogue brother would be a rare special diner.

He hurriedly opened the special diner attribute panel-

Name: Yasuo (Special)

Born in the world: Valoran (High Magic)

Current level of satisfaction: Taste at a shalt of the moment

Positive Praise Bonus Points——

Personal influence +2

Strength +3

World Level +5

Overall positive score: 10 points

Qian Chen then checked the 'Wind Resisting Sword Technique: Beginner', but he didn't expect that this was a rare sword technique.

Originally, it seemed to be a real sword technique, but it was directly transformed into a special sword technique that can control the wind by the great system god.

The only thing that made him strange was that the system didn't explain why it was still called 'swordsmanship' even though it was sword skills, and Qian Chen could only attribute it to the Japanese tradition - there is no distinction between swords.