Marvel's Cultivator

"One, two, three, four, follow my movements..."

The fitness coach on TV lined up a few beauties with good figures and performed movements to the rhythmic music. The slogans rose and fell with the rhythm of the music. Jimmy Wu exhaled without any danger, and with his right hand Holding his forehead, he refused and said, "No, I'll go back to sleep."

After saying that, he turned back to the bedroom, locked the door with a click, climbed back into bed, pulled up the quilt over his head, and fell asleep. He slept until after nine o'clock, and Jimmy Wu rubbed his hazy head. Sleepily, he got up from the bed. He casually grabbed a coat and put it on. He stepped on his slippers and opened the door. The sound of the TV was still playing in the living room, but it was no longer the sound of an exercise show. It sounded like some kind of Documentary.

He walked to the living room and took a look, only to see Sol sitting on the sofa watching the show intently.

"Hey, Wu, how did you sleep?" Sol noticed Jimmy Wu standing at the door of the kitchen and greeted with a smile.

"I'm going to make some pasta, do you want to eat it?" Jimmy Wu suddenly lost interest in saying hello when he thought of what happened last night.

spaghetti? Thor was a little confused, but then he thought that the things last night were also from Italy, which seemed good. He was about to agree, but suddenly he thought, as the successor of Asgard, he can't always trouble Midgard. friend, so he volunteered on a whim: "Spaghetti? Is it the same food as last night? I can't bother you all the time, teach me how to make it, Wu!"

Jimmy Wu felt a little baffled when he saw Sol's sudden burst of energy, but he still nodded and agreed: "Well, come with me."

Facts have proved that it is not suitable for a strong man like Saul to cook in the kitchen of a single apartment. The originally narrow small kitchen seems to be stretched after a strong man is squeezed into it, and it looks uncomfortable no matter how hard it is.

"What should I do?" Saul stared at the dazzling array of electrical appliances and tableware on the kitchen stove. To be honest, he had never cooked in the Golden Palace. As a noble prince, he had his own dedicated chef. Prepare the meal and serve it.

"Fill the pot with water, turn on the fire, and put these noodles in." Jimmy Wu picked up a stainless steel pot and asked Saul to fill half of the pot of water, then turned on the fire and asked Saul to put the pot on it, and reached out to open the cupboard to get it. He held out a handful of spaghetti and handed it to Thor.

"It's quite simple." Thor took the spaghetti and said with a smile. It was almost the same as cooking food for him in the camp. As an excellent warrior, this matter can be said to be very familiar.

As he spoke, Sol took the noodles and measured the size of the pot, and then broke the pasta into two pieces in front of Jimmy Wu.

"Oh my god! What are you doing? The Italians will be furious. You should be glad that I'm not Italian. Oh my god!" Jimmy Wu looked at Saul with a strange look on his face and asked. He usually heard that People who don’t understand know how to break and cook spaghetti, but I didn’t expect to encounter him this time, in front of him.

"Um, this noodle is too long, what's wrong?" Saul was still confused at the time. Isn't it just a noodle? It seemed like it was going to make a sharp explosion.

"You can't cut the pasta and cook it, so let me do it." Jimmy Wu said angrily, and drove Sol out of the kitchen.

Sol was rushed to the living room with a confused look on his face, and sat down on the sofa in confusion. He was wondering if he had messed up something again.

After driving Saul out of the kitchen, Jimmy Wu looked at the two pieces of noodles soaked in the bubbling water. He sighed helplessly, turned around and took out a few tomatoes from the refrigerator.

After working for a while and smelling the aroma, Sol turned his eyes to the TV screen and saw Jimmy Wu with an apron hanging on his body and a plate of noodles on each side coming out.

"Tomato spaghetti." Jimmy Wu put down the plate, turned to the kitchen, took out two forks, and handed one to Sol.

"It's very fragrant." Sol raised his eyebrows in approval, took the fork and rolled up the noodles like he did. However, because the noodles were rolled, he couldn't roll them up much at all, but he still put them into his mouth easily. , although it’s not as delicious as last night’s lasagna, it’s not bad either.

"When are we going to meet the king?!" Thor suddenly asked.

Jimmy Wu raised his head and looked at Saul in astonishment. He didn't take it to heart at all, just treating it as a casual visit, but he saw seriousness and a hint of care in Saul's eyes.

With some doubts in his mind, Jimmy Wu picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Go after eating."

After clearing the tableware, Jimmy Wu changed into casual clothes and put on a gray sweatshirt. He threw an old leather jacket to Saul. Saul took it and looked at it very fondly before putting it on.

The two went downstairs. Jimmy Wu pressed the button of the car key to disarm the car, opened the door and got in. When Sol entered, he also learned to close the door, stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and the car shook with a bang. They all shook.

"I'm sorry, I didn't control my strength." Sensing Jimmy Wu's look as if he wanted to eat him, Saul half-raised his hands in apology. Jimmy Wu turned back angrily and started the car.

The car drove around on the avenue, heading south and crossing the Golden Gate Bridge again. The salty sea breeze blew into the car. The view was much better during the day than at night. Sol leaned against the car window and looked at the blue sea.

The sea here gives him more vastness, vitality, and life, and the sea in Asgard reflects the vast starry sky. After death, every Asgardian will lead to the other side of death through the sea, and more of them are Something divine.

They went all the way south and came to Colma, thirteen kilometers south of downtown San Francisco, a famous cemetery city. There are more people lying in the cemetery here than there are alive. Although it is very famous, there are obviously no How many people come back to visit the cold cemetery.

"Did we come to the wrong place?" Saul stood at the entrance of the cemetery and looked at the tombstones and crosses in front of him. He asked hesitantly. He was thinking that Liu Yuan would not come to a place like this. Could it be? Could it be that he is also a powerful necromancer?

Although he had doubts, Sol followed Jimmy Wu's steps and walked in.

"Looking at a recipe, it's such an interesting guy." Jimmy Wu pointed to the tombstone lying flat like an open book, with the recipe of a dish written on it, and a line of small words added below: Really Very tasty.

"I've only seen it online." Jimmy Wu said, picking up his camera and taking a photo.

"Well, where is the king?" Thor asked after being silent for a while, not knowing what kind of comment to make.

"Well... let me take a look, come with me." Jimmy Wu took out a roll of maps, looked at it, and poked at a local road. Saul wanted to go up and take a look but put it away. .

The two came to a tombstone. When they came, there were several people taking pictures. Jimmy Wu pointed at the tombstone and said: "That is His Majesty the King, to be precise, His Majesty Emperor Norton I."

Saul came closer to take a look and saw the tombstone written: Tomb of Norton I, Emperor of the United States and Regent of Mexico, Joshua Abraham Norton, born in 1819 and died in 1880.

"...I think what I'm looking for is alive."