Marvel's Fairy Chef

On the streets of Brooklyn, the chef looked at the familiar buildings that kept flashing outside the taxi, and he finally came back.

"Master, why don't we leave Uncle Stark like this and come back first?" Lena pouted. It was all because the chef was in such a hurry to go home that she didn't even finish the award ceremony. She was not victorious at all. There is no sense of accomplishment.

"Haha." The big chef looked at the dissatisfied little Lolita. You know how much trouble you have caused. Fang Jie looked up at the sky. If he hadn't run so fast, we might have been in jail by now.

The chef recalled the award ceremony of the competition. Little Lolita imitated what was shown on TV and wanted to open champagne to celebrate. As a result, the champagne sprayed turned into liquid bombs, and some unqualified guy actually threw cigarette butts everywhere. Yaoshou, everyone, imagine how the entire awards ceremony was exploded in an instant. That spectacular scene is enough to be recorded in history.

On the way back, wherever there was a screen, the tragedy of the scene was played. It is said that those guys closest to Lena are still lying in the hospital, especially Morris and his son. Although their lives are not in danger, their attending doctor said that they must rest for at least three months before getting out of bed. Alas, this is all What evil did you commit?

"Young Master, you are finally back." As soon as Fang Jie and others got out of the taxi, they saw Uncle Fu rushing out angrily. The latter also had a newspaper in his hand: "Don't you tell me what is going on?" Why did you blow up the racing track when you were traveling?"

"It was an accident, we didn't mean it," the chef argued.

"Forget it, just be fine." Uncle Fu left the chef and looked at the two little lolita for a long time. Well, luckily they weren't hurt.

"What happened to the restaurant while I was away these days?" The corner of the chef's mouth kept twitching as he looked at the half-broken restaurant.

"Did that spider do it?" the chef asked. He seemed to be the only one in New York who hated himself so much.

"Who is it, who is saying bad things about me behind my back?" A certain spider spirit who was chasing a thief suddenly sneezed and almost fell from the air.

"No, it's this." Uncle Fu led the angry chef to the half-collapsed ruins. He raised his hand and pointed at a hammer in the center of the ruins and said, "I don't know which unscrupulous guy did it this morning. This thing was left here."

"Well, this thing looks familiar." The chef touched his chin. He seemed to have seen something similar to this thing in his previous life, but he couldn't remember it for the moment: "Forget it, forget about Hulk. Why don't you let him use this thing?" Throw it away."

"I called, but that guy can't lift it." Fu Bo also tried it, but he couldn't lift it at all. It's really weird that even the Hulk can't lift this shabby-looking hammer.

"Really, if you can't do this little thing well, this week's salary will be deducted." The chef curled his lips. He was just a bastard. He wanted to be lazy and found such a bad excuse.

"Hey, it's so heavy." The chef couldn't lift the hammer casually, but he couldn't lift it: "Interesting."

"This is a spiritual weapon." The cooking spirit who had been disconnected from the sea of ​​consciousness for a long time finally appeared: "It's a very good thing, but the forging method is too rough."

The "Spirit Weapon" chef was stunned: "Is this what the legendary cultivators use?"

"It's not that there are no cultivators in this world, and this method is not the method of cultivators." Fang Ling sensed his surroundings and said: "Chef, you'd better set up an illusion first. Your old friend Nick is here."

"Hey, good morning, Director Nick." The chef looked at the angry charcoal head. Why hasn't he seen this guy for a few days? He seems to have turned white. A lot of Marvel's beauty products are also full of black technology.

"Good morning." Nick looked up at the sun. It's already noon. Good morning, you guys, and our face is so angry with you, okay?

"Then our restaurant needs to be repaired. Please forgive me that I can't entertain you anymore." The chef stopped a few agents who were about to enter the ruins. The origin of the hammer was unknown. If it was targeted by SHIELD, wouldn't it be necessary again? Come to your own house and live and eat for free.

"Get out of the way." Nick's eyelids twitched, because you said it as if we didn't pay for the meal.

"It's strange that the energy wave has disappeared." The accompanying agent looked at the detection equipment in his hand. It was clear that there was an unknown energy reaction just now, why is it gone again?

"Can you explain this?" Nick pointed to the ruins of Fang's restaurant: "Don't tell me, you like to blow up your own house for fun."

"Hehe, you know, Lena can't control herself sometimes." The chef would slam a pot on his apprentice's head without hesitation, completely forgetting that he was blowing up the kitchen every now and then. That hammer was something Fang Ling asked to keep, and SHIELD must not be allowed to get involved.

"I didn't whine." Reina on the side was about to say that she was wronged, but the chef covered her mouth first.

Master, are you addicted to selling your apprenticeship? I really want to change my master.

"Really?" Nick glanced at the chef suspiciously. Are you lying? I have arranged hundreds of informants here. Are they all blind?

"I swear, if I lie, I will be struck to death by thunder." The chef swore to the sky.

"Wow!" Just as the chef finished speaking, a drought thunder suddenly exploded.

"Damn it, why are you so smart?" The chef was speechless.

"Host, you are a monk, don't swear randomly, or you will be punished by God." The cooking spirit in the sea of ​​consciousness covered his face, could you please stop being so random?

"Well, the weather in New York is really weird recently." The big chef twitched his lips in embarrassment. The God of Thunder in this world is so disrespectful to this immortal chef. Believe it or not, I will feed you warm pumpkins.

"Director, there really is nothing." Coulson dug around in the rubble for a long time but still found nothing.

"Hum, let's go." Nick glanced around. It was really just an ordinary ruin. But his men did see something falling just now. Could it be that it was hidden by this guy? He must send a few more people here after he goes back. .

"Go slowly, don't send me away." When the chef saw Nick leaving, he hurried back to the ruins. The thunder just now reminded the chef, isn't this hammer the Thor weapon? Why did this thing fall into my house? Didn't it fall into the wild in the original novel?

"Father, where did you throw Mjolnir?" Frigga, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, looked at Odin who was still angry. This old man is really serious. He can just teach him a few words. Why should he? Throw Thor into the atrium.

"Humph, I don't have a son like this. He's out making trouble all day long." Odin rubbed his temples. He was already old, but this Thor was too much nonsense.

"My Lord Odin" Heimdall, who was guarding the Rainbow Bridge, suddenly ran in: "The hammer you just threw hit someone."

Odin:

"Where is this place?" At the same time, Thor, the God of Thunder, who was knocked down to the mortal world, looked around in confusion: "Isn't it strange that I was thrown into the atrium by the old man? After so many years, why is the atrium still so backward? Women are all half-clothed.”

"Ah, you scoundrel!" A burst of screams and the screams of a northern god came from a women's bathhouse located in Brooklyn, New York.

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