The daily life of being a fried chicken chef in Meiman

"Stan Lee has three orders of fried chicken and two more orders?"

Hank placed a large box of lunch boxes on the back seat of the car, took out his cell phone, stretched and murmured. !

"Two pieces of fried chicken at Stark Tower, my God."

Looking at the text message displayed on the phone, Hank raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Stark Tower is not simple. It used to be the largest arms sales wholesale market, but now the appearance of Iron Man Stark has attracted more people's attention to this playboy.

"I want to go to class in Stark Tower...fried chicken is so tiring..."

Sighing, Hank whined.

Although Galio's new forest pie is as ugly as ever, it is indeed a unique delicacy in the entire United States.

"Hey, Bob, here for some food again?"

Looking at the husky playing in front of him, Hank rolled down the window and said hello to the Wolf King with his tongue hanging out.

"Ouch..."

The blue eyes frowned and glanced at Hank with disdain, and then jumped out of Hank's sight.

"I hope you fall into a shithole!"

He slammed the car horn, and Hank's face was full of resentment.

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"how are things."

Nick sat on the spacious leather sofa and looked at Stark, who was not very happy.

"I need all of Ivan Vanko's information and his address."

Stark looked at the Ark reactor, which was an inverted triangle on his chest, and suddenly raised his head and looked at Nick.

"Tonight, Hammer Technology will hold a grand show. You can go and see it."

Nick looked at Stark and said.

"I really don't understand, Nick, why don't you go and comfort that old man instead of coming to see me all day long."

Stark then took the blueberries on the table in his hand, grabbed a small handful and threw them into his mouth.

"The person who worries me the most in America is you, Tony."

"Our entire S.H.I.E.L.D. has started war preparations today because of your order."

Nick said with a look of resentment.

"It's my pleasure."

Stark shrugged his shoulders and smiled.

"Sir, your fried chicken has been delivered to the building."

Jarvis's magnetic voice sounded appropriately, reminding Stark.

"coming."

With a snap of his fingers, Stark arranged his suit. He wanted to meet the owner of this fried chicken restaurant.

"That's right, chimpanzees."

Stark, who walked to the elevator door, suddenly stopped, turned his head and said to Nick.

"what?"

Nick frowned, he didn't hear clearly the suffix of what Stark said just now.

"I will start a grand fireworks show tonight, and I need to hire you to do some cleaning work for me."

Nick looked straight at Stark with a dark face and said nothing.

"I found Banner."

Looking at Nick with a bad expression, Stark said.

"make a deal."

Nick said with a long sigh.

"Let me ask you a question, why did you form the Avengers?"

"The world is changing, Tony, you know, there is another god on earth."

"Okay, bye."

Putting the blueberry in his hand on the cabinet aside, Stark looked at Nick deeply, turned around and walked into the elevator.

"Hello, sir, I'm a food delivery guy..."

Hank was holding the unique wrapping paper bag of Ellie's Fried Chicken Restaurant, standing awkwardly in the corner of the hall below Stark Tower, and said to a fat man.

"Your name tag?"

He said this out of habit, and after seeing clearly the employee from another company in front of him, the fat man touched his nose in embarrassment.

"Uh...then, whose order...you know, occupational diseases..."

"What's your job?"

Hank took out his cell phone and asked casually.

"Mr. Stark's personal driver."

The fat man raised his head proudly and said.

"Hogan, you talk a lot."

Stark walked out of the elevator and happened to see Hank blocked by Hogan at the door. He shook his head helplessly and said.

"Hello, Mr. Stark."

Hank looked at the bohemian playboy in front of him with excitement, and his hands holding the fried chicken bag twisted unnaturally. It seemed that he wanted to shake hands with this man.

"Hey, man, you know what, your fried chicken is famous."

Stark took off his sunglasses and placed them on Hogan's bag, who was standing aside. Then he stretched out a hand and put it on Hank's shoulder.

"My God, Mr. Stark..."

Hank was excited and incoherent. Ever since he saw Stark announcing to the public that he was Iron Man on TV a few months ago, this old man in his late forties had become a fan of Stark.

"Mr. Stark, your fried chicken..."

Hank handed the Colossus fried chicken to Stark and said.

"Okay, Hogan, check out."

After patting the fat man on the shoulder, Stark took the packaging bag and said.

"That should be Miss Pepper's job."

Hogan muttered and reluctantly took out the wallet hidden in his inner pocket.

"No, no, you should know that Pepper is what I call her, and you'd better call her Ms. Pepper."

Stark waved his hands repeatedly and said dissatisfiedly, but then focused on the fried chicken wrapper.

"Well, Mr. Stark, I wish you a pleasant meal. I have some fried chicken to give to an old customer of mine."

Looking uncomfortably at the successful people in suits busy working around him, Hank said with a smile.

"Sure enough, as Wells said, the appearance of your Colossus fried chicken is very unique."

After tearing open the thick packaging, Stark looked at the broken corpses inside, feeling a little dazed.

"I want to meet your chef."

As he spoke, he held a small piece of fried chicken in his hands, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

The faint aroma instantly exploded in Stark's mouth, and the thick chicken juice seeped out from between the textures of the meat. Coupled with the crispy texture, it was really an extraordinary experience.

"very delicious!"

Stark couldn't help but admire loudly.

"I hope you can provide me with these delicacies."

"Sorry, Mr. Stark, the takeout service will only be available for three days. After three days, customers will need to go to Ali's Fried Chicken Shop to buy food."

Hank explained.

"I want to meet your chef."

Stark was silent for a moment and then said suddenly.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The smile on Hank's face had disappeared, and Nick Fury, who was standing on the second floor, had placed his hands on the glass and leaned forward slightly.

"I really like the smell..."

Mumbling, Stark walked into the elevator holding the fried chicken, with a little regret in his tone.

"terribly sorry."

Hank breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked into his car. He still needed to deliver it to Stan Lee.

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In the office, Nick looked at Stark.

"You passed, you were pushing Hank."

Nick said.

"I didn't push him."

Stark refused.

"Your identity is different from his. To him, your words are orders that must be carried out."

"It's cruel, isn't it? This is capital." Nick walked to the window and looked into the distance: "That's why I hate those people on the council."

"Stark, you need to think, if you take away that armor, what do you still have?"

After Nick finished speaking, he left the office directly, leaving Stark alone to look at the fragrant fried chicken, fascinated.

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Friends who live nearby can go try and see if you can get a discount or something with this book. After all, I guess I am the first author to advertise this kind of book on Qidian.

The young lady looks pretty good, you can try teasing her⊙?⊙

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