After a while, a plate of fragrant fried buns was served on the dining table facing Tony Stark's strange gaze.

"Guest, do you use chopsticks?"

Qian Chen kindly reminded.

Stark's face froze, but he said unconvinced.

"For this genius, using chopsticks is as simple as drinking water."

Qian Chen saw Stark's embarrassment but did not point it out.

He rummaged through the cabinet for a while, then took out a fork and handed it to Stark, with an apology on his face.

"Sorry, Mr. Stark, our store has used up all-use chopsticks. Please use a fork."

Stark's face showed a sigh of relief, but he was not forgiven.

"The service quality of your restaurant is really poor. I need to consider whether to complain to the Consumer Rights Association now."

However, with this little episode, the atmosphere between the two has been much more relaxed.

Seeing that Stark couldn't wait to start eating, Qian Chen quickly reminded him.

"Please bite the skin of the bun first, drink the soup inside, be careful that the soup is very hot!"

However, before Qian Chen finished speaking, Stark, who was so hungry that his chest was pressed against the back, was already anxiously rushing to raise a fried bun, put it in his mouth and bit it hard.

Puff!

With a light sound, the soup in the bun immediately splashed all over him.

This white shirt that is handmade and has been reimbursed for tens of thousands of dollars.

That's not all, the hot soup rushed into Stark's mouth.

His tongue was attacked by the heat and subconsciously wanted to spit out the things in his mouth.

However, a vibrant flavor followed one after another.

For the first time, Stark felt that his tongue and mouth had different opinions.

It was obviously hot and unbearable, but he was extremely reluctant to spit out the deliciousness in his mouth.

Then his teeth bite the bun skin and the moment he touched the filling, he was immediately bounced hard.

It feels like a living shrimp hiding inside the bun skin is constantly jumping.

The next second he felt himself being hit by a huge wave, and countless shrimps danced around him.

It made him deeply lost in it in an instant.

This wonderful experience is something Tony Stark can't enjoy any more money.

When Tony Stark came to his senses, he suddenly realized that the fork was empty.

He suddenly widened his eyes, as if he was looking at Qian Chen like a monster.

Before eating, he just treated Qian Chen's food as something to fill his stomach.

I never thought that this fried bread would be so delicious!

Although his favorites are nightclubs, parties and young models, as the head of Stark Industry, a popular weapon merchant in the world, a super rich man in the top few world wealth, flying in the sky and swimming in the water, and what dishes are there in the world that he has never eaten before.

But he just had never eaten such a magical dish.

"Did you cast some magic on it?"

Tony Stark asked blankly.

"I just did it more attentively."

Qian Chen smiled slightly.

Seeing that he couldn't find anything, Stark wasn't worried anymore.

He shrugged and said with a very relaxed tone.

"Well, Mr. Stark admitted that he was a little misleading."

Immediately afterwards, he pulled open the neckline rudely, and the extremely expensive custom tie was thrown to the ground like a rag.

Then Stark rolled up his sleeves and raised his fork and ate a lot.

The soup splashed, and the oily soup covered his clothes. His extremely expensive outfit was completely ruined.

However, Stark didn't care at all and ate it wildly.

Almost every ten seconds, a fried bread disappeared into his mouth.

In the end, his mouth was filled with stuff, and he was like a rotten person who hadn't eaten for several days.

Looking at Tony Stark, who seemed to be reincarnated by a starving ghost, a few drops of sweat suddenly appeared on Qian Chen's forehead.

In less than ten minutes, a large plate of fried bread disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

clang!

When Stark stretched his fork toward the plate again, he made a sound of metal and porcelain colliding.

Stark only came to his senses at this time and was stunned when he looked at the empty plate.

His face was filled with 'Where is my bun? Where did such a large plate of buns go?'.

It seemed that he could see the smile in Qian Chen's eyes, and Tony Stark was a little embarrassed.

"The taste is average, but it's just right to fill your stomach, but the portion is too small."

Qian Chen held back his smile and said.

“Does the guest need another one?”

Stark pretended to be disdainful.

"Seeing that your restaurant is so bad, Mr. Tony is very kind and takes care of your business and is reluctant to make a deal."

Qian Chen now completely regarded Stark as an old child and did not care about his statement at all.

Leave a sentence.

"Please wait."

Then he walked into the kitchen again.

When there is less than half an hour left in the next day.

Stark patted his bloated belly with satisfaction, and placed two empty plates in front of him.

"The boss pays the bill!"

Stark waved his hand and pulled out a black card with great courage.

Qian Chen glanced at it, but did not take the card in Stark's hand.

"The rules of our store are that all dishes are priced unclearly. How much to give and what to give depends on the customer's preference."

It was over, Qian Chen emphasized.

"Of course, if you are not satisfied or have any difficulties, it is OK not to pay."

Faced with such a strange paying rule, Stark had relish and looked interested.

However, Qian Chen's last sentence seemed to step on his tail.

Stark snorted coldly, threw the black card directly on the table, and then waved his hand as he pretended to be casual.

"The money in this card belongs to you, so you can use all the extras as tips."

However, when he walked to the restaurant door, he paused and turned slightly.

"Your food is pretty good, I'll come next time."

After saying that, he left.

Qian Chen shook his head.

This guy is really an old kid who never grows up.

Clean the table and unconsciously all three needles on the clock are reset to zero.

clang!

Accompanied by a long bell ringing, a slight fluctuation suddenly came from the entire space.

——When the time comes, the restaurant in the different dimension will be automatically closed.

——Number of meals this time: 1, number of special meals: 1, total positive points received: 10

——Special Diner: Tony Stark, a genius inventor from the Marvel World.

——Tony Stark’s satisfaction level has increased from ‘disdain’ to ‘day and night thinking’.

While checking the system information, Qian Chen picked up the black card left by Stark.
Chapter completed!