Gourmets of the Heavens

Bright light, warm decoration, and sculptures full of oriental charm.

There are also tables and wooden tables and chairs that are obviously different from what he is familiar with.

If it hadn't been for the fact that he was almost sunburned to death in the arid desert in the last second, the man really thought he had entered an ordinary small restaurant full of oriental charm.

But when his embarrassing appearance didn't cause any strangeness to the young man behind the bar who was wiping the cups and bowls and chopsticks, he knew that he was definitely not experiencing any hallucinations.

"God? Devil? Buddha?"

He spat out several mythical figures that are well known around the world. The man looked behind the boundless darkness, and finally chose to step into this place.

"He's going to die anyway, don't care!"

"By the way, do you have any water or bread here?"

Once the redundant thoughts are put aside, the man's cynical character is exposed.

Outlined a contemptuous smile.

"My mouth is very picky"

He picked a chair at random and sat down, enjoying the long-lost feeling of rest, and the injuries on the man's body seemed to be a little more comfortable.

'bang dang'

A glass of warm water was brought to the table, and Zhao Youqian thoughtfully put a small plate of sea salt.

Almost the moment this guest came in, he had already recognized his origin, it was a very familiar character in the movies he had seen in his previous life.

Iron Man, Tony Stark.

As for why not the big star who played him?

You can tell just by looking at the embarrassing scars all over your body.

If this is the big star who has to set up several RVs and set up a garden for filming, Zhao Youqian will pick off his head and kick it for you.

Looking at Tony Stark with this appearance, Zhao Youqian had a bit of a realization. He should have been brought to his restaurant by the system just after he escaped from those terrorist lairs.

"I don't have any bread here, but I still have a glass of warm water."

Looking at Tony Stark whose eyes lit up, Zhao Youqian wanted to remind him.

"It looks like you are very dehydrated. Be careful to add some sea salt when drinking water to replenish your lost body fluids."

In order to maintain his identity, Tony Stark, who was sipping warm water, subconsciously put some sea salt on Zhao Youqian's words, and suddenly realized something.

Neither of them speak the same language, so why. No difficulty in communicating?

It was obviously a strange language, why did he just understand what Zhao Youqian said.

"Where is this place?"

Standing up at once, Tony Stark looked at this small restaurant in surprise, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't see anything strange, so his eyes fell on Zhao Youqian.

"It's just a restaurant, Mr. Tony Stark."

Zhao Youqian didn't shy away from his idea of ​​knowing Tony Stark, and helped up the seat that fell down because he stood up.

"Is there anything you want to eat? I don't have many dishes here, but as long as I can cook, I can help you cook."

Pointing to the menu board in the corner of the restaurant, there are several seasonal dishes hanging on it, as well as regular things such as rice and soup.

But just like this, Tony Stark became hungry all at once.

"Gulu~~"

Looking at Zhao Youqian's calm eyes, black and white are distinct but very clear.

"Then let me have a dish that makes me happy."

"If I'm not wrong, you can't stay here for long, can you?"

Zhao You smiled dryly.

"Of course, sir. No matter what kind of diners they are, they still have to leave the restaurant. Food can only make people forget their troubles for a while, and in the end, they need to deal with their troubles by themselves."

His eyes fell on the rough machine that keeps Tony Stark alive today, Zhao Youqian didn't say anything more, but turned around and entered the kitchen, ready to bring a completely different delicacy to the famous Iron Man.

'So is this a special space or another world? Obviously this young boss knows me'

Tony Stark calmed down in a short time, looking at the scene in front of him and fell into deep thought.

"In the middle of the desert, it is impossible for someone to suddenly create such a place, and what I looked back just now was darkness, not a desert."

'So I actually had a supernatural event? '

Looking at Zhao Yougan who was already busy, Tony Stark couldn't help but tremble with fear.

‘No, I’ve already been killed, so what’s being cooked is my corpse, right? '

No matter which world or country it is, the legend of ghosts and ghosts who deceive victims and let them eat their own corpses is enduring. Thinking of some horror stories in the United States, Tony Stark can't help but turn pale.

But the device on his chest was telling him that he was still alive, truly alive.

Feeling a little better, Tony Stark looked up, only to realize that Zhao Youqian's cooking skills seemed to have surpassed any chef he had seen before.

'Da da da'

With a series of soft sounds, the vegetables and meat were cut and prepared, and the appearance of a ball of dough made Tony Stark's throat twitch, who hadn't tasted decent food for a long time.

Can't help but start to look forward to what kind of dishes Zhao Youqian will bring him.

'I'm a picky eater.'

It seemed that he had returned to the place he was familiar with in New York, and Tony Stark didn't know why he relaxed.

Now he only has the idea of ​​enjoying the delicious food. Let's talk about the bad things before him after eating this meal!

At the same time, Zhao Youqian paused for a moment when he fished something from the kimchi jar.

‘My God, this Iron Man is so powerful, I spent fifty points to make him really relax’

Having just escaped from that kind of war, no matter how big his heart is, he would never trust others so easily, so Zhao Youqian was naturally a little offended.

But he is confident that when his dishes are served, Tony Stark will not have other ideas.

Continuing to take out two pickles that he was making, Zhao Youqian looked at the ingredients in front of him, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

Maybe it was too tired, and I came to a safe place.

Tony Stark didn't know that he would, so he just sat and fell asleep.

If it weren't for a strong strange fragrance, he might still be asleep.

"This is???"

It looks like a hamburger in front of me, but it has a completely different appearance.

Tony Stark, who claimed to have eaten a lot of delicious food, couldn't help asking questions.

"This is homemade, five-spice bacon steamed bun slices."

"You can try it."

Suspiciously looking at the two white noodles with slight frying marks in front of him, he recalled the Oriental steamed buns he had seen before.

"Is this steamed bun?"

Tony Stark hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hands. After all, no matter what the thing in front of him was, he hadn't eaten a decent meal for a long time.

Even if it's not his favorite burger, he can make do with it.

It's just that when he took a bite, the crispy browned shell burst open.

An aroma of flour that can only be produced by mixing the best wheat with milk immediately filled his mouth. The illusion that he was tasting his favorite burger in the most prosperous city made him fall into a trance!

Then, a strong smell of bacon rushed in, bringing him into a kingdom full of spices!