Qian Chen diced potatoes and onions.

Cut the bear pork belly into the same area as the diced potatoes.

Heat the pot with olive oil, then pour in the golden onion and holy basil and stir-fry, then pour the bear bacon and potatoes into the pot, and slowly fry the bacon and potatoes slightly browned.

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

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

If the potato starch content is too low, not only will it not be able to thicken the soup, but even the potatoes themselves cannot reach the point where they melt in their mouths no matter how they are cooked.

Put the contents of the soup into a blender and crumble it into a silky smooth soup. Pour it into the pot again and add the cream, season it with sea salt and black pepper.

Finally, he put the pot in a small bowl. Qian Chen then threw two fresh holy basil leaves and two small pieces of cheese on it.

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

At this time, the black bread was just baked and released.

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

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

The most correct way to do it was to sit in a ventilated place for 24 hours. If Qian Chen really did this, the daylily would be cold, so he could only take unnatural measures.

This also has its disadvantages. Black bread, which was originally completed at a rate of nearly 100, instantly fell below 90.

Qian Chen is not a perfectionist, but he is in cooking.

It’s a pity that the two rights are indifferent to each other. Qian Chen can only choose the latter because he is unable to deliver the required dishes for the guests and "the quality of the dishes becomes worse".

After Qian Chen poured the black bread out of the mold, he cut it into slices of even thickness.

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

Imperfect works, especially imperfect works caused by artificial imperfections, made him feel a little uncomfortable.

‘This won’t work. You have to find a way to persuade the customer to come again next time. And you must bake the black bread in advance next time.’

Qian Chen is not a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, but in terms of cooking skills, it is.

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

The man in the helmet was still sitting there quietly without moving, as if Qian Chen had not changed his posture since entering the kitchen.

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

"Please taste the potato soup and black bread."

"Thanks."

The man in the helmet thanked him politely.

Just when Qian Chen thought he could see the true appearance under the helmet, he just lowered the guardrail on the helmet's mouth, then took off his gloves, and picked up a piece of black bread.

He pulled it hard and immediately pulled a large piece of the black bread off.

The man in the helmet put him in his mouth, and Qian Chen suddenly shook his body when he saw that his steady body was like a stone sculpture.

Qian Chen immediately smiled.

In this alien restaurant, no one can resist the temptation of delicious food. Even God wants to make Him become a foodie for you to see!

‘This, this is...!’

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

The sour and sweet raisins, the weak walnuts, the burnt cashews... were completely stimulated by the unique and soft fragrance of coriander seeds, and they erupted freely in his mouth.

In his impression, black bread should be the kind that is so hard that it can be used as a weapon. It is sour and tasteless. It must be water, otherwise it will not be swallowed and it is just something used to fill the stomach.

But what he tasted today was the ultimate delicacy!

Maybe even the gods have never tasted such a delicious taste!

Hurry!

A breeze blew by, and when he opened his eyes again, he had stood beside a prosperous wheat field at some point.

Under the sunlight, the wheat reflects a dazzling golden luster. When a gust of wind blows, the entire wheat field suddenly turns into golden waves, and golden "waves" hit the shore.

What comes with the wind is the extremely rich and fresh aroma of malt. If you can plant such an excellent wheat field, that person must be an expert in farming.

When the man in the helmet came to his senses again, the bread slices bigger than the slap in his hand were completely gone, leaving only the debris stained on his fingers, which showed that it was not his hallucination just now.

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

“How does the guests feel the black bread taste.”

The man in helmet was silent for a moment.

"But I ordered regular black bread..."

Before he could finish speaking, Qian Chen interrupted him.

“This is the lowest-grade regular black bread in my restaurant.”

"Can..."

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

Qian Chen emphasized with a kind look on his face.

The man in the helmet closed his mouth decisively, then brought the potato soup to him, picked up a spoon and started drinking it.

Dong~!

Just the first breath, a violent heartbeat suddenly came.

Within his helmet, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He was very sensitive to his body perception, but at this moment he felt his heart beating rapidly as if it was uncontrollable.

The rich milky aroma makes the potato taste more mellow and the scents of holy basil and onions more prominent, but none of this is as fierce and wild as the soup dish!

roar!

He seemed to hear the roar of a bear.

This was not his illusion. When he came to his senses again, an extremely huge bear, or a monster with a bear-shaped appearance, appeared in front of him.

The bear is covered with thick black fur, which has a stiff metallic luster, and the bear's eyes emit a scarlet glow.

He was just about to turn in and get back the props he prepared specifically for the large monsters and then fight against the enemy, but the bear monster didn't give him this opportunity at all.

call!

The slap of about the size of an adult suddenly slapped him, then grabbed him hard in his palm and squeezed him tightly.

He suddenly felt that he was breathless. At this moment, he seemed to have returned to the past and could only hide in the corner and watch his sister be ravaged to death by those dirty green monsters.

Hate, powerless, unwilling, anger...

Buzz!

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

What surprised him even more was that a dazzling scarlet light suddenly appeared in the gap in the dark helmet.

‘Are there people who put light bulbs in their helmets these days?’
Chapter completed!