Bright light, warm decoration, 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 he hadn't almost died in the sun in the arid desert just a second ago, the man might have really thought that he was entering an ordinary small restaurant full of oriental charm.

But when his embarrassed appearance did not cause the young man behind the bar, who was wiping cups and dishes, to notice anything strange, he knew that he was definitely not experiencing any hallucination.

"God? Demon? Buddha?"

Several well-known mythical characters came out of his mouth. The man looked behind the boundless darkness and finally chose to step into this place.

"You're going to die anyway, who cares!"

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

Once the superfluous thoughts are put aside, the man's cynical character is revealed.

Outlined a hint of contemptuous smile.

"I have a very picky mouth..."

He randomly picked a chair and sat down, enjoying the long-lost feeling of rest. The injuries on the man's body seemed to feel a little better.

‘clang’

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

Almost as soon as the guest came in, he recognized his origin. He was a very familiar character from the movies he had watched in his previous life.

Iron Man, Tony Stark.

As for why it's not the big star who plays him?

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

If this is a big star who has to own several RVs and set up a garden for filming, Zhao Youqian will take off his head and play it as a ball for you.

Looking at Tony Stark like this, Zhao Youqian had a somewhat clear understanding. He must have been brought to his restaurant by the system just after escaping from the terrorist lair.

"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 reminded him with intention.

"You look very dehydrated. Make sure you 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 in after hearing Zhao Youqian's words, and suddenly realized something.

They both don't speak the same language, so why...they have no difficulty communicating?

It was obviously an unfamiliar language, so why did he just understand what Zhao Youqian said?

"Where is this place?"

Standing up immediately, Tony Stark looked at the small restaurant in surprise. No matter how he looked, he couldn't see anything strange, and his eyes fell on Zhao Youqian.

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

Zhao Youqian did not hide the idea that he knew Tony Stark, and raised the seat that had fallen because he stood up.

"What do you want to eat? I don't have much food here, but if you know how to cook it, I can cook it for you..."

He pointed to the menu board in the corner of the restaurant. There were several seasonal dishes on it, as well as regular items such as rice and soup.

But just like that, Tony Stark became hungry all of a sudden.

"Gulu~~"

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

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

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

Zhao You smiled dryly.

"Of course, sir, no matter what kind of diners you are, you still have to leave the restaurant... Food can only make people forget their troubles for a while, but in the end, you still need to deal with the troubles yourself."

His eyes fell on the crude machine that was currently maintaining Tony Stark's life. Zhao Youqian didn't say anything more, but turned and entered the kitchen, preparing 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 and fell into deep thought as he looked at the scene in front of him.

‘It’s impossible for someone to suddenly create such a place in the desert, and what I just looked back at was darkness, not a desert...’

'So I really had a supernatural experience?'

Looking at Zhao Youqian who was already busy, Tony Stark couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

'Isn't it possible that I have actually been killed and it is my corpse that is being cooked?'

No matter which world or country we are in, the legend of demons and monsters that deceive victims and let them eat their own corpses is everlasting. Thinking of some horror stories in the United States, Tony Stark couldn't help but turn a little 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 and realized 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 mixed, and the appearance of a ball of dough made Tony Stark's throat tremble, having not tasted decent food for a long time.

He couldn't help but start to look forward to what kind of dishes Zhao Youqian would bring him.

'I'm a very picky eater...'

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

All he wants to do now is to enjoy the delicious food. Let’s talk about the bad things he did before after he finishes this meal!

At the same time, Zhao Youqian paused for a moment while grabbing things from the kimchi jar.

'Oh my God, this Iron Man is so powerful. I spent fifty points to really relax him...'

Having just escaped from that kind of war, no matter how big-hearted he is, he will never trust others so easily, so Zhao Youqian naturally made a little fool of himself.

But he is confident that when his dishes are served, Tony Stark will have no other ideas.

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

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

Tony Stark didn't know that he could do it, so he just sat there and fell asleep.

If it weren't for the strong smell, he might still be sleeping.

"This is???"

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

Tony Stark, who thought he had eaten a lot of delicious food, couldn't help but wonder.

"This is a homemade, five-spice bacon steamed bun slice made in a small shop..."

"You can try it."

He looked at the two white pastas with slight frying marks in front of him suspiciously, recalling the Oriental steamed buns he had seen before.

"Is this a 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 in a long time.

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

But when he took a bite, the crispy brown shell burst open.

The aroma of flour that can only come from the best wheat mixed with milk suddenly filled his mouth. The illusion of being in the most prosperous city and tasting his beloved hamburger made him fall into a trance!
Chapter completed!