The Legendary Life Beginning from American Comics

A group of reporters swarmed in.

The stall in front of Edward was instantly surrounded.

"Is it really that delicious?"

Some reporters didn't quite believe it, but when they got the egg fried rice and took the first bite of the egg fried rice, a complex of emotions suddenly came to their hearts.

The first feeling is that it tastes delicious.

The second feeling is the upper part, which has greater stamina and has a special taste that makes people feel sad.

These reporters felt sad when they thought about doing programs in all kinds of ups and downs over the years.

One radio host in particular.

Allen.

Originally, he was doing some programs about superhero interviews. Although they were not first-rate or top-notch superhero interviews, the ones he interviewed were all relatively famous ones, so he had his own pride.

But recently, because the son of the radio station wanted to be gold-plated, he was replaced. He had no choice but to come out to interview this kind of street program in order to make a living.

He originally thought that he would be interviewing some boring food today. He planned to take a few photos and interview footage and hand them in. That would be enough.

But I didn't expect that this on-site interview would actually bring unexpected joy.

He has also eaten in some expensive restaurants. To be honest, the taste is just that. The main reason is that the restaurants provide them with high-quality service. Even if the taste is not good, you will still find it delicious.

Because it cost money.

But today, he tasted a real delicacy. This kind of delicacy had particles like gold and jade in the middle, which gave him a different experience.

Maybe it's because it's been stored for too long, which makes it taste a little hard.

But the flaws do not hide the good points, the really wonderful thing is the aftertaste.

Alan savored it.

When the taste of delicious food touches the tongue buds, it awakens an emotion hidden in the heart. This emotion affects the brain and nerves, thus awakening some hidden memories.

This kind of food is the legendary mood food!

Emotional food, as the name suggests, is to influence people's emotions through food.

Just like eating sweets makes people happy, drinking milk tea also makes people happy.

This is because sugar causes people to secrete insulin.

Insulin ensures that sugar enters the cells, and the remaining tryptophan enters the brain and is synthesized into serotonin.When serotonin stays in the brain synapses, it will have a positive impact on people's mood.

This is a similar principle.

And this delicacy seems to be just rice and eggs, with some green onions added to it.

There are no expensive ingredients added, it is such a simple food, but it makes such a delicious meal.

Allen was shocked in his heart.

Can transform ordinary food into something that affects other people's emotions.

This... is simply the greatest god of food in the world.

The substance that can make people happy is sugar, but what substance can make people cry?

At least he hadn't heard of it.

But he did it, and it was successful.

Almost everyone showed a sad expression after eating his delicious food.

Allen took a deep breath, took the microphone, pushed through the crowd, rushed to Edward, and asked excitedly: "Excuse me..."

"Did you make this... delicious food?"

"Ok?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just haven't eaten something so delicious for a long time. I'm very excited. In my opinion, there are very few delicacies that can compare with it. In my opinion, even some top-notch caviar, I can't compare with him. To be able to eat such delicious food, I think... wuwu... I'm sorry, I'm too excited..."

Allen calmed down his inner sadness a little. The reporter's professionalism allowed him to quickly recover his emotions and re-interview the top chef in front of him. "Excuse me, are you a chef?"

Edward leaned towards the cardboard box, "No!"

"It's so unexpected that you can make such delicious food but you are not a chef. In this show, I think many viewers must be curious about your identity..."

"audience??"

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am a radio reporter. I came out this time to collect some materials. I think I can give you an exclusive interview."

"..." Edward was confused. It was just a small competition in the community. Why did someone from the radio station come over?

Moreover, you want to give me an exclusive interview?

Don't you have nothing to do to interview superheroes?

Why are you always causing trouble to me?

I don't want to be famous.

"I don't have time! Also, if you go take pictures of other restaurants' food, they do it much better than me! Look, there are so many people there...ah!"

Edward pointed at the family with only a few people in it, trying to divert the reporter's attention.

Transfer...failed.

Why are you so incompetent?

Many people couldn't eat the egg fried rice, so they started to eat the sweet potatoes next to them.

Because compared with egg fried rice, the taste of sweet potatoes is really not that good, so some people started to complain.

"What, this sweet potato tastes really bad!"

"Huh? That's impossible. Egg fried rice is so delicious, but sweet potatoes can't be that bad. Let me try it!"

Someone picked up the sweet potato and tasted it, then frowned, "Indeed, when you eat it like this, compared with the one just now, the sweet potato really looks like shit!"

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The man continued to take a bite, frowning and savoring: "It's sour, sweet...and a little...bitter!"

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"?????"

"Fart, shit doesn't smell like that at all." Someone immediately refuted it.

Everyone was shocked.

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"..."

Edward decided to close the stall in advance. They had already eaten all the egg fried rice, leaving only a pot of sweet potatoes. The reporter also planned to give him an exclusive interview. If he continued to stay, he didn't know what trouble would happen.

Take a step back first. If you can't participate in such activities in the future, you won't participate.

"Sir, I have a few more questions to ask you. Look..."

"I'm going to rest!"

Edward carried two basins and returned to the villa.

Others who didn't eat the egg fried rice showed regret on their faces, but those who did eat the egg fried rice all chose to vote for Edward.

"What a pity. I also wanted to ask what this delicacy is called?"

"Egg fried rice!" came a sweet voice from the crowd.

When Allen looked back, the person was gone.

On the table, there was only one cardboard box from Edward, with the price written on it and a series of question marks on it.

"What a shame, I just ate a little."

"It's not a pity at all!" Peter squeezed in from the crowd. Originally, he wanted to vote for Edward first, but he was blocked by a group of people. Not to mention voting, he couldn't even take a photo.

"You are?" Alan looked at Peter with a strange face, whose face was red and swollen, as if he had an allergy.

"I'm also a reporter. You want to know about Inspector Edward, right? I think we can cooperate!" Peter smiled mysteriously.

Allen caught the key word: "Detective...Inspector?"