After the baptism of the school festival, Qian Chen's time to make 'Xiao Qian Shengfang' starts from kneading the dough, or fifteen minutes.

After a while, a plate of fragrant fried buns was served.

Stark was about to pick up the fried bun and feast on it, when a faint golden light flashed on the fried bun.

"Oh! Damn it! Could it be that I played high with that Victoria's Secret model last night and had hallucinations? ”

Stark was startled and subconsciously complained.

Qian Chen: ∑ ( ̄□ ̄; )

Well, he is really still the wanderer that Qian Chen is familiar with.

When Stark picked up the first piece of fried bun and took a bite into his mouth, he was stunned, then chewed it slowly and savored it.

Compared to the wild, unscrupulous image of the first, this time Stark ate more meticulously and more focused.

When he lowered his fork, he let out a long sigh. There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Qian Chen never thought that a prodigal like Stark, who had a dashing life, would one day show such an expression that saw through the red dust.

"It's delicious. It's the second best thing I've ever eaten in my life, and I wish Ethan could taste it too... ”

As he spoke, Stark's eyes turned a little red.

He struggled to tilt his head, his voice a little hoarse.

"I'm sorry, I've got dust in my eyes."

Qian Chen wisely chose to be a silent listener.

After a while, Stark came back to his senses and subconsciously threw the pot to Qian Chen.

"Oh hell, your restaurant should be cleaned properly."

"I'm sorry, I'll pay attention next time."

Qian Chen smiled slightly and did not refute.

Stark was originally trying to divert the topic, so naturally he didn't hold on.

He calmed down and said to Qian Chen.

"Boss, your craft seems to have improved again, and it has reached the second most delicious level in the world, and you have done a good job."

Qian Chen followed his words.

"Then I don't know what is the best food in the world in your heart?"

"Of course it's my mom's burger!"

Stark blurted out almost without hesitation.

Qian Chen smiled silently.

Stark was a little embarrassed by Qian Chen's eyes, and hurriedly made a gesture begging for mercy.

“OK！ OK！ I'll throw in the towel, what you make is as delicious as my mom's, it's all right.

So Mr. Stark could he have another plate of such a delicious thing? What do you say, boy? ”

Stark picked up his fork and tapped the empty plate.

"Wait a minute."

Qian Chen turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Stark was once again alone in the restaurant.

His face couldn't help but show a look of contemplation.

Just when he tasted Qian Chen's cuisine just now, he realized the enthusiasm that had been lost a long time ago.

Since the unexpected death of his parents, he has been drunk and addicted to alcohol as an adult.

He could just come up with a little invention that seemed trivial to him, and everyone would be sought after.

Fame, fortune and beauty made him lose himself and his passion for invention.

It wasn't until two weeks ago, kidnapped by terrorists, that he regained his passion for invention in the dark of a cave.

The conditions of that dimly lit cave were extremely poor, and life was not guaranteed, and it was possible to die at the hands of terrorists at any time.

But in such a harsh environment, Ethan's encouragement and desire to survive rekindled his passion for invention.

He worked almost sleeplessly against the clock to develop the miniature reactor and the Mark 1.

Eventually he escaped from the hellish cave, and Ethan remained there forever...

"Maybe I can do more...

Stark muttered to himself.

At this moment, his eyes are extremely firm, it is a resolute look that only identifies the goal, and will be unswerving and work hard to complete it.

At this time, Qian Chen also brought the fried buns again.

Stark's eyes immediately became.

Well~ But until then, it shouldn't be too much to enjoy the food.

After all, even if you are a capitalist, you have to feed the workers before you work, don't you?

So, Stark calmly picked up his fork and attacked the fried bun again.

Jingle bell~!

At this moment, the door of the restaurant was pushed open again, and a white figure walked in.

"Welcome!"

Qian Chen subconsciously raised his head and said.

It was a young girl in a white dress with purple lace, with large cuffs and purple on a purple base, embroidered with the emblem of a golden dragon.

A pair of slender legs that are not inferior to his sister wears a pair of white over-the-knee socks, embroidered with purple lace near the base of the thighs.

But unfortunately, the girl seems to have some concerns, and even when she enters the restaurant, she still hides her appearance under the white cloak, so that people can't get a glimpse of her true face.

"You, hello! May I ask where it is? ”

There was a hint of nervousness and worry in the crisp and pleasant voice.

"Here? This is a restaurant from another dimension. Didn't the guest get notified before they came in. ”

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention...

The girl said with some embarrassment.

Qian Chen was speechless for a moment.

I didn't notice the voice that appeared in my head, I'm afraid it's not a natural stupidity.

The girl took off her cloak and bowed to Qian Chen.

"I'm sorry, I'm leaving."

When the girl raised her head, Qian Chen suddenly felt that the lights were much brighter.

A face more delicate than a doll, with cyanotic eyes that seem to be able to speak.

She has long silver-white hair, and a white bud-like hair ornament pinned to the right side of her forehead, and a purple ribbon hangs from the bud.

The contours of the ears that emerge from the hair are sharper than those of humans, but they are not long.

This seems to be a symbol of the half-elves born of a hybrid of humans and elves in the world of fantasy novels.

"Shh~!"

At this time, Stark, who noticed the girl's appearance, couldn't help but whistle.

The girl's body couldn't help shaking, and the whole person was like a frightened little white rabbit.

It seems that this is the first time she has been molested.

Qian Chen said helplessly.

"Mr. Stark, please don't disturb the other guests."

Stark waved his hand.

"Don't worry, boy. If I were twenty years younger, I might pursue this young lady who is beautiful, young and lovely.

But now, I prefer the mature models. You know, they're better when they're bedside. ”

“。。。”

Qian Chen was convinced.

Unexpectedly, the girl was not angry in the face of Stark's meaty words, but looked curious.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

Stark couldn't help but quip.

"Are you a vicious murderer? Or maybe it's an old witch in the skin of a beautiful girl? ”