Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Mindy, how do you feel about your first day of school?" As a traditional Chinese old man, Fu Bo is extremely doting on his granddaughter.

"Well, I don't feel very good. It's just that those classmates are so weak. They can't understand such simple things in the book." Minty thought about it carefully: "The same goes for those teachers. I asked them about the correction calculation of ballistics. None of them could answer any of them."

"Do you understand all these things?" Fang Jie was holding a three-year simulation of the five-year college entrance examination in his hand. Wasn't Mingdi in elementary school last year? Why are the textbooks from high schools? Are you sure you are right, Uncle Forbes?

"That's right! Rogers and I examined little Mindy before. The little girl taught herself all the courses from elementary school to high school when Big Daddy was there." Fu Bo stroked his beard and smiled: "At first, I was worried about little Mindy. The girl can’t keep up with her classmates? It seems like I’m overthinking it. How about we directly apply for college courses? Captain Rogers, go talk to Coulson and transfer to another school!”

"Well, these teaching materials are indeed a bit simple. I will negotiate with Colson and the others tomorrow." Rogers nodded and replied, then looked at Chef Fang who looked surprised: "Don't you understand?"

"Haha" Chef Fang looked at the three top students speechlessly, "You are all doing well, how can you bully a bad student like this?" Wuwuwu, I want to be quiet. Don't ask me who Jingjing is? I don’t even know who Jingjing is!

Early the next morning, Fang Jie took Fu Bo to Times Square. This famous square in New York is already packed with people. Fang Jie thought he was early enough, but looking at the long registration line, he couldn't help but think, don't Americans like to sleep in?

"Master, I just told you to leave early!" Uncle Fu complained as he carried a banner with the four characters "Fang's Restaurant" written on it, which was particularly eye-catching among the applicants.

"Huh? Are you a contestant in Fang's Restaurant?" A potbellied white man walked up to Fang Jie cheerfully.

"You are...Mr. McCleveland." Although Fang Jie had never met McCleveland, he still recognized who it was. After all, the latter's way of speaking with four nasal sounds is really special. It is estimated that there is no other person like this in the United States. The fat man is talking.

"Hey, you are Mr. Fang. What a coincidence. Smith, please bring the registration form! Let Mr. Fang fill it out and go in to rest first." McClevel was so happy that he didn't expect that he would meet this man on the phone when he was just walking out. Fang Jie had a very speculative conversation with him. Those guys who think my words are difficult to understand don’t know how to appreciate them. If you have the ability, try four nasal sounds in one sentence. This young boss named Fang is my best friend.

"Isn't this bad?" Although Fang Jie couldn't understand what he was talking about, looking at Smith behind McClevald, the latter heard his boss's words and hurriedly ran away with a participation form. Come here, I guessed what this fat man meant, he was opening the back door for me!

have to! We are real people. If you open the back door for me, I can’t treat you badly, right? Fang Jie winked at the old butler behind him. Uncle Fu, who was indeed an old man, immediately understood. Taking advantage of the moment when he and the fat man were next to each other, he stuffed a thick stack of U.S. dollars into the fat man's coat pocket.

"It's okay, it's okay. I don't have the final say on this one." McCleveland patted his belly and touched his pocket with his right hand. He was so thick: "I heard from above that Mr. Fang's food is very delicious. When we come to your home from now on, just make some more delicacies for me to try."

Such a dirty py transaction was completed in public.

"Definitely." Fang Jie kept guessing and confused for a long time: "It's not easy for Smith to follow such a boss."

"Hey...what do you mean? Why are you letting people jump in the queue?" The strangeness of Fang Jie and his group was quickly discovered by other contestants. Why do we have to queue up in the middle of the night, but that Oriental guy got in as soon as he came? What's up? You can't open the back door so blatantly!

"If you were as sensible as the little boss, I would jump in the queue for you." McCleveland touched the dollars in his pocket. This guy is really smart. I am optimistic about you! But seeing that the crowd was about to get into chaos, McCleveland had to explain: "Are any of you so handsome? If so, I'll let you in first."

"There must be some shady py transaction in this" The contestants are not fools, but look at Mike