Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Is this an apple pie?" Stark pointed at the strange black dish in front of the chef: "Isn't this another weird dish you made?"

"Yes, do you want to try it?" The chef grinned: "This thing will definitely make you feel happy after eating it."

"Haha" Stark's mouth twitched, and he was still in a state of ecstasy. If I believe your evil, even if I take drugs, I will never eat your dirty food again. Stark still remembers the enthusiastic pumpkin sent back by the chef some time ago, which made him dance the yangko dance in front of Little Pepper for nearly two hours. Your sister, it was even recorded by Little Pepper and circulated in the office. I've played it more than a dozen times, how can I see anyone after this?

"Forget it if you don't want to eat it." The chef put away the apple pie and turned to look at pc729: "That big shit didn't do anything weird to you, like wearing a bikini or something?"

Stark:

"What are you looking at?" When he returned to the tent, the chef was stared at by Stark for a long time. The way he looked at him was so strange, as if he was looking at a monster.

"Nothing, I just want to ask you, if you practice this internal skill to the end, can you blow up the entire planet with one punch?" Stark finally raised the question. He was really curious, are the cooks pc729 said really so scary?

"You don't have a fever, right? How is that possible?" The chef said with a caring expression: "You won't read any strange novels again, will you?"

"Go away!" Stark's mouth twitched: "What kind of strange novels do you like to read? Xiao Qi, do you still have that photo, show it to our butcher?"

"Master, this is what we found in that ruins." After saying this, pc729's eyes projected a three-dimensional animation, which recorded the terrible cosmic war. It should not be said to be a massacre.

"This is" After seeing the group of chefs holding kitchen knives, the chef who was still a little absent-minded immediately stood up. Especially the arrogant figure standing at the top deeply shocked the chef's heart. .

Fang Ling, who was in the consciousness of the "Old Master", was also extremely shocked: "Where did this image come from?"

"Oh, we are really destined." When the chef carefully looked at the middle-aged man directing the attack in the projection, the middle-aged man suddenly looked up at Fang Jie, and a voice that only the chef could hear sounded in Fang Jie's ears. .

"Aren't you a projection?" Fang Jie was frightened by the voice and took a step back. Then he felt his whole body light up. Then he felt as if his soul had left his body. Then the time in the entire tent seemed to have stopped. Shitadake and pc729 stood there motionless as if their acupuncture points had been tapped.

"Haha, don't be surprised. When you reach my level, you will naturally understand what happened." The middle-aged man smiled slightly and waved gently to the chef who had left his body. The latter came directly to the middle-aged man's body. forward.

"Have you seen those robots?" When the big chef came to the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man pointed to the battlefield in the distance: "These iron lumps dare to destroy my food supply star. They are really desperate."

"Master, are these people?" The big chef looked at the chefs waving kitchen knives and said, "Are they also fairy chefs?"

"Well, they are all students of my New Oriental Culinary Arts Academy. It's still early for them to want to become immortal chefs." The middle-aged man chuckled: "I really want to say that I am an apprentice. It seems that you are my true successor."

"These are just students." The big cook was speechless. Look at those cooks who can slash a space battleship with one knife. Their combat power is too terrifying. Compared with them, he is really a scumbag.

"Not bad, very good." The middle-aged man sensed the chef's situation: "I didn't expect you to be able to make earth-level immortal food. Take it out and show it to me."

"Well, this thing is really the food of immortals." The chef awkwardly took out the plate of apple pie.

"What an interesting effect." After watching the apple pie, Old Master Liu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. What kind of deceitful thing is this?

"What do you think, master?" The old chef blushed. To be honest, he didn't expect that he would make such a buggy thing.

"That one should be okay." The middle-aged man returned the food to the chef with a black line on his forehead and said, "Is the guy who tried your food okay?"

"He should be fine. He has gone back to his own world now," the chef chuckled. After all, after leaving the Immortal Food Hall, all cause and effect has nothing to do with the Immortal Chef.

"I didn't bring any gifts to meet you this time, so let's just treat this little thing as a gift for me to meet you." The middle-aged man waved lightly at a spaceship that was about to fly away from the battlefield. The spaceship suddenly stopped. Then it quickly shrunk to the size of a palm and landed on the middle-aged man's hand: "My master has refined this spaceship into a flying sword. It will be your amulet from now on."

"Flying Sword" The chef looked at a pocket spaceship handed over by the middle-aged man. The shape of this spaceship was too different from that of a flying sword. Speaking of which, he didn't seem to have the slightest talent for swordsmanship. The master gave him a flying sword. It's useless

"Haha, those guys from the Time and Space Management Association are really annoying. I'm just chatting with my apprentice." Just when the chef wanted to tell the master that he was a waste of swordsmanship, a group of men in black suddenly appeared in the hall. Behind the cook.

"Mr. Liu, it's very difficult for us to do this if you want to destroy the order of time and space at will." The leader of the men in black bowed to the middle-aged man.

"Why do you have any objections?" The middle-aged man snorted very domineeringly.

"Don't dare." A trace of blood flowed from the corner of the man in black's mouth at the middle-aged man's cold snort, and then they all knelt down in the void, as if the middle-aged man's cold snort had seriously injured them.

"Forget it, you all have to follow the rules. Get up." The middle-aged man waved his hand: "Let me introduce you, this is my apprentice. Those who are really taught will use their tricks more brightly in the future."

"Yes." A group of men in black looked at the chef who was still in a daze. This stupid boy was actually Master Liu's disciple. He was really unlucky. Who in their circle didn't know that Master Liu was a big scammer? Anyone who hangs out with him will most likely be deceived.

"Boy, since these guys have appeared, let's end our meeting here." The middle-aged man also understood that this kind of crossing of time lines and space lines would definitely disrupt the balance of all dimensional worlds, although he didn't care. But under the influence of the butterfly effect, it would be embarrassing to cause other worlds to collapse.

"We are destined to meet again." The middle-aged man waved to the big chef again, and then the big chef flew away from the battlefield, and then the feeling of being wrapped in the flesh appeared again. When the big chef reacted, he had already returned to the Marvel world. .

"Master, have you met the old master?" Fang Ling asked excitedly when the chef returned.

"Well, that should be it." The chef felt as if he was dreaming just now, but the flying sword in his hand told him that everything that just happened was real.

"This is the amulet that the master gave me." The chef picked up the flying sword and examined it carefully. The master is so awesome, so the things he wants to give are not simple.

"This is a fairy treasure." Fang Ling looked at the strange flying sword in the chef's hand: "Well, run quickly."

"Run" the chef looked confused, "Xiao Long Bao, are you stupid? This is a talisman, not Rena's little tomato. What are you afraid of and it won't explode?"

"Finished" Fang Ling looked up at the sky. At this time, a large number of black clouds had gathered in the sky over Brooklyn, and countless electric flowers were crackling among the clouds.

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