Qian Chen dice the potatoes and onions.

Cut the pork belly bacon into the same size as the diced potatoes.

Heat the olive oil in the pan, then add the golden onion and holy basil to sauté, then pour the bear bacon and potatoes into the pan and slowly fry the bacon and potatoes until the skin of the potatoes is slightly browned.

Then add spring water to the pot, bring to a boil over high heat, and then turn on low heat and simmer slowly.

At this time, the advantages of the high starch content of the potatoes planted by Qian Chen began to manifest, and the soup quickly became extremely thick.

If the starch content of the potatoes is too low, not only will the soup not be able to thicken, but even the potatoes themselves will not melt in your mouth no matter how you cook them.

Put the contents of the soup in a blender and stir it into a silky smooth soup, then pour it into the pan again and add the cream, seasoning with only sea salt and black pepper.

Finally, in a small bowl, Qian Chen then threw two fresh basil leaves and two small pieces of cheese on top.

So a bowl of potato soup, which was very ordinary for Qian Chen, was ready.

At this time, the brown bread is also baked.

However, Qian Chen did not immediately take the baked brown bread out of the mold, but placed it in front of the electric fan and turned it on to the maximum.

Qian Chen's purpose in doing this is to speed up the cooling of brown bread, but the real reason is to speed up the discharge of water vapor from black bread, making it more condensed, with a better taste and a stronger aroma.

Originally, the most correct way was to let it stand in a ventilated place for twenty-four hours, but if Qian Chen really did this, the daylily would be cold, so he could only take unnatural means.

There is also a downside to this, as the brown bread, which was originally close to 100, instantly drops below 90.

Qian Chen is not a perfectionist, but he treats cooking skills.

It's a pity that the lesser of two powers, in 'unable to serve the dishes needed to the guests' and 'the quality of the dishes has deteriorated', Qian Chen can only choose the latter.

After Qian Chen poured the black bread out of the mold, he cut it into evenly sliced bread.

Looking at the slices of bread in front of him that exuded a rich barley aroma, Qian Chen frowned and pondered.

Imperfect works, especially man-made imperfections, made him feel a little uncomfortable.

That won't work, but find a way to persuade the guest to come back next time." And next time, bake the brown bread beforehand. ’

Qian Chen is not an obsessive-compulsive person, but he is.

After serving, Qian Chen quickly brought out the brown bread and potato soup.

The man in the helmet still sat there silently, motionless, as if Qian Chen hadn't changed his posture since he entered the kitchen.

Qian Chen brought the prepared potato soup and brown bread to him.

"Potato bisque and brown bread, please try it."

"Thank you."

The man in the helmet politely thanked him.

Just when Qian Chen thought that he could witness the true face under the helmet, he just lowered the guard plate on the mouth of the helmet, then took off his gloves and picked up a piece of black bread.

With a strong pull, a large piece of black bread was immediately torn off by him.

The helmet man put it in his mouth, and Qian Chen saw that his steady body like a stone sculpture shook suddenly.

Qian Chen suddenly showed a hint of a smile.

In this extradimensional restaurant, no one can resist the temptation of food, even if it is a god, let him become a foodie for you to see!

'This, this is... ’

The extremely rich barley aroma instantly penetrated the mouth and nose of the helmet man!

Sweet and sour raisins, weak walnuts, burnt cashew nuts... Completely stimulated by the unique soft fragrance of coriander seeds, it erupted wantonly in his mouth.

In his impression, black bread should be the kind of thing that is hard enough to be used as a murder weapon, sour and tasteless, and must be used with water, otherwise it will not be swallowed, and it is just something to feed the stomach.

But today he tasted the ultimate deliciousness!

I guess even the gods have never tasted such a delicacy!

Crash!

A fresh breeze blew, and when he opened his eyes again, he didn't know when he was standing next to a thriving wheat field.

Under the sunlight, the wheat reflects a dazzling golden luster, and a gust of wind blows, and the whole wheat field suddenly turns into golden waves, and one after another golden 'waves' crash towards the shore.

The wind comes with the incomparably rich, incomparably fresh aroma of malt, and to be able to grow such an excellent wheat field, that person must be an expert in farming.

When the helmet man came back to his senses, the slice of bread larger than a slap in his hand was completely gone, and only the crumbs on his fingers showed that it was not his hallucination.

At this time, Qian Chen said with a smile on his face.

"How do the guests feel about the taste of brown bread?"

The helmet man was silent for a moment.

"But I ordered plain brown bread...

Before he finished speaking, Qian Chen interrupted him.

"In my restaurant, it's the lowest grade of ordinary brown bread."

"But..."

"This is ordinary black bread, ordinary Russian Borodino black bread."

Qian Chen emphasized with a kind face.

The man in the helmet decisively closed his mouth, then brought the potato soup to himself, picked up a spoon and began to drink.

Boom~!

Just the first bite, suddenly a violent heartbeat came suddenly.

Inside the helmet, his eyes widened sharply.

He was very sensitive to his own body perception, but at this moment he felt his heart beat as if it were beating uncontrollably.

The rich milky aroma makes the potatoes more mellow, and the aromas of holy basil and onions stand out, but none of this is enough to match the ferocious wildness of this soup!

Roar!

He could hear the roar of a bear.

This was not his delusion, and when he came back to his senses, there was a huge bear in front of him, or a monster in the shape of a bear.

The bear's body was covered in a thick black fur with a stiff metallic sheen, and the bear's eyes glowed scarlet.

He just wanted to turn in and retrieve the items he had prepared for the large monsters to fight the enemy again, but the bear monster didn't give him this chance at all.

Call!

A slap about the size of an adult slapped him at once, and then grabbed him fiercely in the palm of his hand and squeezed it hard.

He felt like he was out of breath, and at this moment he felt as if he had returned to the past, and could only hide in the corner and watch his sister be ravaged to death by those filthy green-skinned monsters.

Hatred, powerlessness, unwillingness, anger ...

Airplanes!

Qian Chen was surprised to see that after taking a sip of soup, the figure with a helmet on the opposite side suddenly rose in temperament.

To his surprise, a blinding scarlet glow suddenly appeared from the crack in the pitch-black helmet.

'Anyone else has a light bulb in their helmet these days?' ’

Qian Chen couldn't help but complain in his heart.

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