Marvel's Fairy Chef

From the beginning, Rhodes thought that the UFO was Stark himself. After all, the only person who could fly a personal aircraft so well was Iron Man.

But then Rhodes saw the photo of Gundam, and he had actually ruled out Stark as a suspect. After all, Stark had long passed the age of second grade. But now thinking about Stark's recent performance, the latter seems to have become overly obsessed with Chinese martial arts, causing Iron Man's painting style to be a bit distorted.

Rhodes remembered that last week, Stark invited him to attend a Chinese martial arts culture themed exhibition in Lao Shizi.

What if this guy is obsessed with island country anime again and makes a Gundam-shaped steel suit out of the blue? It doesn't seem impossible.

It wasn't until Stark turned on the video function on his phone that Rhodes was convinced that the Gundam just now was not Tony himself.

"Do you know who that Gundam is?" Rhode's eyes jumped when he mentioned the word Gundam. To be honest, I really want one too!

"I don't know! Won't you know who he is when you catch him next time?" Tony whistled: "How about I hold a martial arts party next time? Everyone who comes to the party must dress up as characters from martial arts, huh? , this seems to be a really good idea! Who should I dress up as? Yang Guo? It seems that he is not as handsome as me..."

Lieutenant Colonel Rhodes:...

I shouldn't have expected this bastard to provide clues.

"Cang Dang" Late at night, the peace of Brooklyn was once again broken. The chef wearing a Gundam suit crashed into his backyard.

well! It’s really hard to operate! I don’t know how that guy Stark lands every time? While trying to pull his head out of the flower bed, the chef denied it: There must be something wrong with Stark's design, and it has nothing to do with my poor sense of balance!

"Master, is that you?" Fu Bo was awakened by the sound of the impact. He opened the window and saw that the garden was in a mess. Looking at the robot trying to pull its head out of the flower bed, it was impossible for this to be done by the master again. What new trick?

"It's me, it's okay! I just can't sleep and come out to practice. You can continue to sleep!"

Uncle Fu: I'm old, don't fool me! This is the first time I heard that you have to bury your head in a flower bed to practice martial arts. Are you practicing Earth Escape?

"You've practiced Earth Escape well! I'm very optimistic about you, young man." Rogers in the attic gave the chef a thumbs up.

Fang Jie: Captain, do you dare to swear that you are not mocking me?

"Good news!" Fu Bo happily knocked on Fang Jie's bedroom the next day. The latter had not gotten up since he had practiced "Kung Fu" too late last night.

"Calm down!" Fang Jie looked at the old butler with panda eyes, who was smiling so much that his eyebrows and beard were almost squeezing together. Why was he so surprised?

"Miss Angela just called and said that she wants the young master to participate in the food competition program."

"Oh!" Fang Jie said that this is not natural.

At this time in Anderson's office, Angela was pouting and looking unhappy.

"My aunt! What else do you want to do? Didn't I agree to let that person named Fang participate in the show?" Anderson rubbed his eyebrows. He argued with the show team for a long time about this matter, and finally found a compromise. The best way is to let the chef be a special guest.

"But if you let Fang be the guest first, how can he win the championship?" Angela was very dissatisfied with her father's decision and made a fuss in the office early in the morning.

"Little Ancestor, do you know that I got this guest with all my hard work?" Anderson couldn't help it. The show is live, and it's messy enough to have a guest at the last minute. What else do you want?

"I don't care, you want Mr. Fang to appear anyway. It's unreasonable for such a handsome guy not to appear at the scene!"

Anderson: My daughter, do you really want to eat delicious food? Still have to look at the handsome guy!

"Hello, Mr. Fang, I'm Barton." At noon, Fang's restaurant welcomed a special guest, Hawkeye Barton, a super agent who can shoot arrows and turn around.

"My contract with SHIELD has expired, and we no longer provide employee meals." Fang Jie flipped through his phone boredly. I remember that I recorded Smith's phone number last time, but why can't I find it? I'm going to be a guest tonight, and I don't know if there are any taboos. We are real people, we can’t ruin other people’s lives anymore, right~