Marvel's Fairy Chef

"What's going on?" The chef was stunned. What's going on with this little cat?

"Isn't it the same fish soup you gave it to drink?" The offline cooking spirit flew to the little milk cat, and his consciousness kept scanning back and forth. It seemed that this little guy was about to mutate.

"Yes! Doesn't the cat like to eat fish? So I made a fish soup to satisfy its craving." The chef said that he just made more fairy food, so what happened again?

"Meow meow meow..." As the spiritual energy continued to pour in, the little milk cat began to scream in pain.

The big chef had an innocent look on his face. He saw that the little milk cat was beginning to fall asleep just like Wangcai before. We shouldn't prepare another cat food. This isn't lizard cuisine. It's unscientific!

"Duang!" The fairy recipe book that had been dormant for a long time shone again, and the page that originally recorded "Storm Fish Leaping Dragon Gate" began to slowly change.

"Carp Leaping over the Dragon Gate" was promoted to the Xuan level of low-grade immortal food, and was officially renamed "Carp Leaping over the Dragon Gate". The former was caused by a certain immortal chef's impure motives, which caused the immortal food to become dysfunctional. Later, the immortal chef's conscience found out and improved it, and the effect was cleansing. The physical body opens up the biological intelligence. Note: The effect against monsters is doubled, it can be said to be the best among dog food!

"Ma Dan! It's really turned into dog food!" After reading the introduction of the changed fairy food, the chef had a p in his heart, but he didn't know whether to say it or not.

"Thank you, Mr. Immortal Chef!" The little milk cat who woke up actually bowed to the chef like a human being.

"You're welcome, haha." The chef was speechless. What does this mean? Was I born to be dog food? Should we drink this fish soup from now on? It feels so strange.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Immortal Chef, and I'll take my leave." After saying that, the little milk cat swung its tail and walked towards the door of time and space.

"Little guy, do you have a name?" The big chef looked at the little black cat that was trying its best to walk on two feet. Its owner came home and saw that his cat had become like this, and he was still talking about people. I wonder if it would be possible. I'll faint from fright, that scene, tsk tsk tsk

"I don't have a name, but everyone in the big forest calls me Sheriff Black Cat." As he spoke, the little black cat stepped into the door of time and space on cat steps, and then a familiar BG song sounded. His eyes widened like copper bells, and he shot out lightning. shrewd...

The chef stood dumbly in front of the gate of time and space for a long time. He really wanted to ask the little black cat if he had a good friend named Officer White Cat.

"I'm out of here! Smile slowly!" The chef looked at the chef who was laughing and bursting into tears. He couldn't stay here any longer. I want to go back to the bedroom and chat quietly.

"Another wonderful day!" The next morning the chef finally recovered from the shock of becoming a dog food master. Wasn't it the second dog food? In fact, it tasted quite good. A certain chef picked up today's newspaper while drinking fish soup, but the soup was spit out before he took a few sips.

Shock! The amazing past that the American and foreign boss had to say! The headline in the New York Daily News showed three heavily pregnant women tugging at a general's trousers.

The chef looked at the photo carefully. Isn't that military boss the General Ross who sent people to hunt him down that day?

I didn’t expect that this wrinkled old general is really a sword that never grows old, but your taste is too bad, right? The looks of the pregnant women in the photo are a bit disappointing to the audience. Is this the reality version where they look the same even when the lights are turned off? The chef thought with admiration.

"Did you see it too?" Rogers, the scapegoat on the side, had a face full of disappointment. The current military is so disappointing.

"Haha..." The chef smiled and stopped talking, but he had a guess in his heart. He remembered that a martial arts fan called him the day before yesterday and asked him the secret of tricking people. It seemed that he might have mentioned such a trick. ? I just don’t know if you have done anything with the big shit like splashing daddy and welding iron doors? Um! Let’s focus on tomorrow’s headlines.

At this time, various furniture and decorations fell to the floor in General Ross's office.

"Stark, you are a bastard! Scumbag!" Ross was so angry that his eyes were bloodshot, like a mad bull.

"General, there are several reporters outside the door taking secret photos. Should we drive them away?" A noncommissioned officer looked at the New York Times on the ground with his mouth twitching. Our general has such a strong taste.

"Drive them all away, or I will shoot them all."