"I'm not!"

The girl's cheeks puffed out in anger.

At this time, Qian Chen's leisurely voice came.

"Whether you are a hero, an emperor, a murderer, or a demon king who destroys the world.

No matter what identity you are in your own world, here you have only one identity, and that is my eater, nothing more. ”

Stark immediately screamed.

"Hey, hey! Boy, you can't be serious, right? Even murderers and world-destroying madmen have to entertain? ”

"Of course, that's my principle of opening a store. When they enter my restaurant, they are my guests, and I don't care who they are or what secrets they hide. ”

Qian Chen cut the railway.

Stark spread his hands helplessly.

"Okay, this is your restaurant, you have the final say."

It seems to confirm that the two of them really don't care about her appearance at all.

I saw the silver-haired half-elf girl take a deep breath, subconsciously clenched the green gem on her chest with her right hand, and said solemnly.

"Thank you, agree with me!"

The girl pursed her lips and spoke again.

"My name is Amilia, and I'm a half-goblin as you can see."

Her smile was sweet and pure, like a breeze blowing across the green grassland.

Qian Chen felt as if his heart had been struck by lightning for a moment.

Frightened, he hurriedly recited his sister's name in his heart.

"Shh~!! What a nice name! It's a pity that the boss doesn't sell alcohol, otherwise I must have given this lovely lady a drink! ”

Stark was even more unbearable, and began to talk about it every day.

"Ahem!"

Qian Chen coughed lightly twice and glared at Stark fiercely at the same time.

Stark shrugged his shoulders and began to concentrate on the fried bun in front of him.

After all, although the girl is cute, it is not his cup of tea, he prefers a vigorous, wild giant? Large? Blonde Persian cat.

What's more, how can the girl have the delicious fried bun in front of him?

"Please be seated."

The girl named Emilia nodded, and sat down next to her.

"Please look at the menu, please tell me what you need."

Qian Chen said as he handed the menu to Emilia.

Emilia stared at him blankly, as if to say, 'You're really a restaurant here.'"

“。。。”

This kid's goofy attributes are really hammered.

Sensing Qian Chen's strange eyes, Emilia's pretty face suddenly turned red, lowered her head slightly, and said a little embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I've never eaten in a restaurant because I'm always kicked out...

It seems that not only is it cute, but it is also very miserable.

Stark, who was on the side, interjected as he tasted the fried buns.

"In my opinion, to be able to refuse a cute girl like you, those guys are either blind or gay, except for the beautiful women who are jealous of your beauty, of course."

"Only this time, I think Mr. Stark has a point."

Qian Chen nodded in agreement.

However, Stark's transformation also made him feel a little abrupt.

Compared to when he first came in, Stark seemed to be a different person now.

This description is not accurate, to be precise, it seems to untie some kind of heart knot, and the whole person is completely relaxed.

Qian Chen naturally didn't know that the culprit who caused all this was himself.

Emilia, who sat quietly at the table, didn't know if it was because of Stark's praise or the snack, her face turned even redder, and she lowered her head deeply, almost burying it in her chest.

"Anyway, let's take a look at the menu first."

Qian Chen said and handed over the menu.

Emilia didn't look at it much, and just turned the page and whispered.

"That's it..."

Qian Chen's face suddenly became strange.

"You... Are you sure you want this!? ”

"Huh?"

Emilia looked up in surprise at the page she had turned.

There are a few slices of evenly thick beef stacked on the red chili oil, and a few pure white rice noodles can be faintly seen under the translucent oil layer.

Just looking at it simply, people can't help but feel their mouths on fire, chrysanthemums... Ahem!

Emilia's dish is a spicy-based 'secret beef noodle'.

"That... Is there anything wrong with this dish? ”

Emilia said curiously.

"The problem is that this dish is very spicy, not very friendly to people, and not very recommended for girls."

Qian Chen reluctantly explained in a more tactful sentence.

Unexpectedly, the more he explained, the more it aroused Emilia's curiosity.

"What does spicy taste like?"

"Uh...

"I've tasted sour, sweet, bitter, salty, iced, but what is spicy?"

Emilia held out a finger to her chin, a confused expression on her face.

"Spicy is..."

Qian Chen was suddenly stunned.

Strictly speaking, spicy is a sensation of pain, a burning sensation similar to an illusion.

However, this is obviously not suitable for diners.

It's not that they have any special hobbies, they come to taste food, not to suffer.

At this moment, Qian Chen had a flash of inspiration.

"Miss Emilia, do you have any pepper there? It's the kind of black-gray powder that tastes a little hot in the mouth, tastes very strong, and makes people sneeze if you accidentally inhale it. ”

It dawned on Emilia.

"You're talking about hemp powder."

"Is that so?"

Qian Chen casually picked up the condiments for diners on the table and opened the lid.

A rich peppery smell immediately wafts out.

"Ahh

Stimulated by the pepper, Emilia sneezed.

She hurriedly covered her nose, leaned over to the mouth of the ghetto and took a quick look, and then immediately retracted it.

"That's right! That's it! ”

"That's easy, you can think of the spicy taste as a multiple-thickened amount of mahu powder."

Hearing Qian Chen's words, Emilia's little face suddenly wrinkled, and her expression became very tangled.

At first, she was just curious about the taste of 'spicy', but she didn't expect the spicy taste to be so exciting.

She suddenly wanted to retreat.

After hesitating for a moment, Emilia gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously.

"I'd like to order this anyway."

Now that I'm out of the forest, I can't run away anymore! ’

With this in mind, Emilia insisted on her choice.

Qian Chen glanced at her with admiration in the eyes of a warrior, then turned and walked back to the kitchen.

About twenty minutes passed.

Qian Chen walked out of the kitchen, holding a bowl of steaming, fragrant, red oil noodles in his hand, which looked like a miniature erupting volcano.

He placed the beef powder in front of Emilia.

"Please."