Marvel Begins with Karna’s Gift

“Whatever you want to eat, order it yourself..biqugev”

At a Tianchao dumpling restaurant located two blocks away from the jar shop, Qiao generously pushed the menu of the dumpling restaurant in front of Hill and shrugged, indicating that she was welcome.

Tell the truth,

The self-made jar shop opens.

Good brother Tony didn't charge any advertising fee, and he held the show for free after doing live publicity and foreshadowing various magical events.

This small shop has become a crazy drug on Manhattan Island, and it is the kind of drug addiction that spreads quickly. In just a few days, it became one of the most popular gold selling dens in New York. It's totally a huge profit business.

Except for special players with backgrounds and backdoors like Tony Stark and Fury who have opportunities, most people adhere to the principle of cooperation and exchange. At most, they just gamble on luck and occasionally engage in entertainment.

After all, not everyone has the financial resources of SHIELD and Stark Industries to support them. The value of a gold reserve jar is enough to even satisfy a frugal single.

January expenses.

Making money every day, this word is far from enough to describe the income of the mysterious jar shop. In just a few days, Qiao successfully escaped poverty and headed towards a well-off society, as long as this trend continues.

Qiao believes that God rewards hard work, and as long as he keeps working hard, he will one day become a wealthy businessman.

After finishing this bowl of poisonous chicken soup,

Joe couldn't help but laugh to himself.

Hill was holding the menu, his head full of question marks. Fortunately, his skin was not dark. If Fury had acted like this, it would have been another emoticon story.

Looking at the complicated Chinese fonts, I looked at Qiao with a confused expression.

"What's written on this?"

Ok,

My profound Chinese language is not something you, a mere beauty, can understand. Give up. Mortals cannot set foot in the realm of gods.

Qiao reached out to take the menu, pointed to one of the beef-stuffed steamed dumplings with a proud look on his face and said, "Dumplings are the essence of the Chinese food culture."

"Glue stains, the essence of the American culture of Datiansi?"

"???"

Qiao looked confused, and his fluent Chinese made him, a native of China and a Chinese who had received countless cultural influences, feel ashamed, and he always felt that he had heard something extraordinary.

I gave up on letting Hill order food.

Qiao called over the old Chinese man who was the owner and employee of the dumpling shop and said, "Old man, one part beef and one part fennel. The beef needs to be steamed and the fennel needs to be boiled."

"Young man, you know how to eat."

After hearing what Qiao said, the Chinese old man gave a thumbs up and praised.

Maybe it was because he met a fellow villager in a foreign country, so Qiao was willing to chat more with this old man who upheld his native language, "Old man, there are people there."

"Hangzhou!"

"What a coincidence, I'm from the Northeast."

Qiao started joking with a smile, but the old man didn't mind. He just shook his head with a sigh and said,

"When you arrive in a place like this, people from foreign countries are all foreigners wherever you go. It's rare to see a few people from China. They are all natives from all over the world. It's not an exaggeration."

"That's right!"

Joe nodded and agreed with the old man's words.

"Is this your girlfriend?"

The two chatted for a while, and the old man turned his attention to Hill, who was confused and didn't understand half of the words, then turned to look at Qiao and asked.

"No, my girlfriend!"

Originally, he wanted to tell the truth, but whether it was vanity or obsession, Qiao made such a U-turn, probably because he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his fellow villagers.

"Be proud of fighting foreign guns, be ashamed of being beaten by foreign guns!"

"If you're promising, fine, I'll cook dumplings for you."

The old Chinese man sighed in admiration, then hurriedly left to cook dumplings with the menu in his hand. At this time, Hill also asked curiously.

"What are you talking about?"

Although her eyes were still wary, after the anger dissipated, she calmed down a lot. Although she was still not angry when she spoke, she was a little stronger than at the beginning.

It can be regarded as a kind of convergence and transformation after surrendering.

Hearing his inquiry, Qiao secretly cursed "eight mother-in-law" in his heart, but as a superficial brother, it was naturally impossible for him to show the truth clearly on his face.

He said angrily,

"Nothing, I'm complimenting you!"

"Praise me?"

After a small chuckle, Hill became a little confused, obviously not expecting that the chat between Qiao and the Chinese old man would involve her.

I don't know if she wanted to pursue the truth or to hear praise. In short, this poisonous girl kept asking questions, which made Qiao regret it a little and cursed himself in his heart, "What the hell are you talking about when you say you're fine?" In this way, he also patiently used one lie to justify another lie.

"What can I say about you? I want to say that you are beautiful. You have a big moon, a long back, and a thin waist. You look like you started at thirty-six. Now you are satisfied."

Rolling his eyes, Qiao looked at the slightly raised little bump and silently added in his heart, "God, forgive me, I lied."

"Oh perfunctory!"

Hill sneered, obviously not believing this nonsense.

"Forget it if you don't want to say it, I still don't want to hear it."

Hill curled his lips and said in a pungent voice.

For a moment, the room fell into silence, and only the sound of the steamer steaming in the kitchen could be heard. Fortunately, the old Chinese man came to the rescue at the right time carrying dumplings.

"The fennel is ready. Eat it first. I've also cooked you some of my secret leek and shrimp dumplings. You look at this small and skinny guy. Eat more. Don't embarrass us Chinese men."

Although he was old, the old man looked at Qiao with a wink and a look that was so unorthodox that it made the latter sweat. He could even feel Hill's cold, almost murderous gaze.

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