Marvel's Fairy Chef

"It's the last lap, hold on." Fabre heard the notification from the headset and looked at the Mustang behind him. He kept encouraging himself, Fabre, you can do it. As long as you don't let her overtake, you will win. Still myself

"Mindy, wake up, it's almost the last lap." Rena, who also received the notice, finally showed a hint of seriousness: "I'm going to speed up, be careful not to fall out."

"It's over so soon." Mindy yawned, hoping that the guy in front would have the courage to hold the steering wheel in the next life.

"Roar, Mustang." Lena started the acceleration system in the tool box again. The speed that had been maintained at 260 reached 360 in three seconds. Well, this is the feeling she wants. Lena felt a strong feeling in the driver's seat. The pushing feeling on the back, a pair of small eyes full of happiness.

"You're holding a root of grass." Gat looked at the Mustang car that turned into a streak of light in the stands. He was so shocked that he stood up. He must be filming a movie: "Is this the speed that people can bear?"

"Haha, it's not bad." Morris on the side twitched the corner of his mouth. It seemed that he wanted Reina to take him flying, but he was almost scared to pee while sitting in the co-pilot. Yes, I almost won't tell you. , and in the end I was so frightened that I fainted, so I didn’t pee.

"I lost ╭°a°`╮" Looking at the wild horse that threw him nearly meters away, Fabre slapped himself in doubt. It was not a dream.

"One lap is five minutes and thirty-one seconds, this is impossible." Everyone in the McCord Racing Team was stunned by Reina's result. The latter was actually nearly eleven seconds faster than the world record. This is so ridiculous.

"You lose." Outside the track, Morris led everyone to find Fabre again. The latter was yelling at a group of technicians, saying that there was something wrong with the car.

"You are cheating." Facing Mori, Sfabull pointed at the Mustang that had just stopped and said, "You were not the one driving the car at all, and the bet just now does not count."

"I guessed you would deny it." Morris also expected Fabre's shameless performance, so he took out the written bet signed by both parties before the game.

"Master is still thoughtful." Morris thought of the competition agreement that Reina had just brought out. The latter clearly stated that the losing party must donate one million US dollars to Africa in the name of the winner for the construction of schools. Of course, the agreement was in the contestant column, and Morris's name was not at all, so Fabre's protest was of no use at all.

"Damn it, I don't admit it. You are committing fraud." Fabre became angry and wanted to seize the agreement. Unfortunately, Morris was not slow to react and took it into his arms.

"Humph, you want to default on the bill?" Morris put away the agreement and waved to the crowd behind him. A bunch of reporters immediately came out of the latter group. This was what Reina had ordered Morris to find in advance. Well, as a close disciple of the chef, You could write a professional textbook on how to deal with lazy debts.

"Where did these reporters come from?" McCord watched the situation getting worse. He just wanted to stop it but it was too late.

"We admit the bet, Morris will ask those reporters to leave immediately." McCord was anxious. If the matter was really revealed, the loss of one million would be small, but it would be catastrophic to the team's reputation.

"Hehe, on behalf of the out-of-school children in Africa, I would like to thank Mr. McCord for his generosity." Morris put away the check with a mean smile and took out the black food that Reina gave him: "Oh, by the way. , please invite Mr. Fabre to eat this piece of pumpkin."

"Can I not eat it?" Fabre looked at the pumpkin that exuded a human scent. It looked delicious, but God knows what the damn loli added in it. What if it was poison?

"Don't worry, it's not poisonous. There are so many reporters here. I won't be stupid enough to poison you." Morris said with a look of disdain.

"Really, the TV programs here are too boring. If I had known about it, I would have gone to the stadium with them." In the hotel bedroom, the chef changed the radio station boredly: "Hey, what is this?" Suddenly, the chef's eyes stopped at a place. The TV station was broadcasting live news about Morris and his gang.

"The above is an interesting bet that took place during a practice session of a Moroccan racing competition. Our Mr. Morris generously donated a million US dollars in scholarship funds to local out-of-school children," a black reporter reported excitedly While watching the news, Fabre’s beautiful dance was also played on the video. “Of course, to add to the fun, Mr. Morris also made an interesting pumpkin-eating bet with Mr. Fabre, the actual donor of the fund, but the latter ate the pumpkin. It seems that this is not enough. It looks like they are going to perform a dance for us now, so please turn off the camera."

"I'm rubbing this fucking passionate pumpkin." Looking at the video of Chef Fabre singing about the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and dancing the fruit dance, he covered his face. The numbing was so spicy that his eyes were filled with tears.

"What's going on?" At the track, McCord and everyone looked at Fabre with bewildered faces as he danced and sang loudly, "Are you sick? You actually danced in such an unsightly way in front of reporters? Is this guy allowed to suffer?" Unable to bear the blow of failure, I went completely crazy.

"Hey, help me, what's wrong with me?" Fabre, who was singing while taking off his clothes, was filled with tears. Who can tell me what happened? Why can't I control myself? So high, I feel like my life has reached its peak.

"Did this guy eat all the pumpkin?" Lena, who had just arrived, couldn't help but ask Morris. The chef's pumpkin effect time is calculated based on the amount of food you eat. The more you eat, The longer it lasts. The piece that Reina took was about the size of half a football. Based on this amount, Fabre would not stop dancing until he danced for two hours. After all, it had only been so long that he had already stripped down to his underwear. What’s next? Now, let’s go quickly. Mindy covered her face and pulled the little loli, Reina, to get out of the way.

"Morris, aren't you leaving?" Reina looked at Morris, who was still commenting on Fabre's dance. Do you really want to wait for him to finish dancing and fight with you?

"Master, please leave first. I'll watch for a while. I never thought that our Fabre boy is quite talented at this fruit dance." Morris said that it felt great to see his enemy so embarrassed. Well, if only those reporters could broadcast it live again. Even better

"I didn't expect you thought so too." Gat on the side didn't know where he got a camera. At this time, he even took a close-up of Fabre. Well, it must be uploaded to the Internet later. Fabre's dance cannot be allowed to happen. The talent was buried.

"Damn Maurice, I must make them look good." Fabre returned to the hotel in the evening and shouted for revenge while smashing the vase.

"Well, I'm Fabre, and you are." After Fabre finished venting, he heard his cell phone ringing: "Fuck you, uncle, I have no interest in filming."

"Asshole" Fabre hung up the phone angrily, but not long after, the other party actually called again, "Go away, I told you, I'm not that kind of person. Well, who did you say the female lead was a copycat? Then I'll think about it."

"Fabre, are you okay?" Just as Fabre and the other party were discussing the plot, McCord knocked on the latter's door. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Fabre giggling at the phone﹏I'm going to embarrass you. How can he still laugh after becoming like this? Is this guy really crazy?

"Boss, why are you here?" When McCord arrived, Fabre immediately put away his cell phone. Well, regarding things like filming, we can just have fun on our own.

"It's okay, I just came to take a look." McCord was speechless. He was originally worried that the latter would not be able to withstand the blow and would do something stupid in the future. Who would have thought that this guy would be so successful in the room. Does this guy really have any bad habits, but he has always suppressed them, and today he took this opportunity to reveal them? I must keep a distance from this guy in the future to avoid being misunderstood by outsiders.

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