Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Isn't that Tony? Why is he here?" On the second day, the chef came to the competition site early with two lolita. Today is the press conference before the competition, and almost all the teams will appear. As the head of the team, Old Morris naturally had to show up with Lena.

"Pfft, why is that chef here?" Stark, who was drinking water, suddenly saw Fang Jie in the audience. As a result, he was so excited that he spat the mineral water he drank on the face of the tournament chairman next to him.

This time Stark traveled thousands of miles to participate in this competition, not only because of a drunken gaffe, but actually more to avoid this cheating cook. After all, he was making such a big fuss with pc729, and the chef would definitely make trouble for him. He even hid in Africa, and ended up meeting Fang Jie in a place like this: "What an injustice. I hope that guy didn't find me." .

"Mr. Stark, what's wrong with you?" The chairman of the tournament under the rostrum twitched his mouth and wiped away the mineral water that Stark sprayed on his face.

"It's okay. Maybe I'm a little uncomfortable just getting off the plane. I'm really sorry." Stark laughed and handed over the tissue apologetically.

"I thought it was Mr. Stark who was dissatisfied with our reception." The chairman of the competition was also helpless. Just yesterday, Stark suddenly announced that he would participate in the competition as a guest driver, which caught him off guard. Last night, even more so Stayed up all night rescheduling the game. As a result, before I had time to complain this morning, the organizing committee arranged to receive this sponsor. The latter directly sponsored their million bonus. How could the organizing committee not take it seriously? Damn, why am I here to receive it? Stark's childishness is well-known in the circle.

"No, Chairman, you're welcome." Stark quickly picked up the mineral water bottle and took another sip in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.

"Hey, hello, there is a way to heaven. If you don't take it, there is no way to hell. Let's meet on the playground after school today." Just before Stark swallowed the mineral water, the chef's voice suddenly came to him. There was a blast in my ears.

"Poof", Stark was shocked, and the mouthful of mineral water sprayed on the chairman's face again.

"Damn you, did you do this on purpose?" Veins popped up on the forehead of the tournament chairman. Stark, if you have any objections to me, just say it. Are you so humiliating? I am an old man who is almost years old, you understand. I don’t understand what it means to respect the elderly and love the young.

"Sorry, I really didn't mean it." Stark was speechless. This really wasn't my intention. Someone was messing with me.

"Okay, I believe you didn't mean it." The chairman looked helpless. Who said you were the sponsor? Let's bear it.

"Tony Stark, the debt your father Howard owes us and his son should be settled carefully today." In a dark corner of the arena, an unshaven white man looked at Stark with a cold look, with murderous intent in his eyes. Like a sharp sword piercing Stark in the distance.

"Damn it, someone is trying to kill me." Stark's six senses, which are well practiced in internal skills, are so sharp that he instantly noticed this murderous intention: "Who?" Stark stood up suddenly, his eyes looking towards Ivan Vanke's. Looking in the direction, unfortunately, the other party also noticed Stark's strange appearance, and there was no one in the corner.

"Well, I said we were not careful this time, do you believe it?" Stark, who had not found the target, looked at the chairman next to him with an embarrassed look, who had hot coffee poured on his face.

"I understand." The chairman of the competition resisted the urge to hit someone, and forced a smile on his face: "I have something to do with the organizing committee, Mr. Stark, please help yourself." After saying that, the chairman of the tournament immediately stood up and left. Damn the rich second generation, I curse you to choke to death when you drink water.

"Okay, you're busy." Stark responded awkwardly, Damn, I really didn't mean it.

When the chef saw Stark's embarrassment, he smiled inwardly. He deserved it. Who asked you to bring pc729 to smear me? By the way, we didn't scare him this time. You poured the coffee yourself. Did that guy have a conflict with the old man? Well, if you exclude yourself as the cause of the trouble, then there is only one truth. Stark did it on purpose. He doesn't know how to respect him. No wonder no one likes to be with the second generation ancestor who loves the young.

"What a coincidence, second brother, I met you here." After the press conference, Stark looked at the chef who came to the door and said hello with a twitching corner of his mouth.

"It's quite a coincidence." The chef looked at Stark with a smile, "By the way, don't you have anything to explain to me?"

"Explain. I think there must be some misunderstanding here. I really didn't mean to show off with pc729. I swear."

"Do you think I will believe it?" The chef silently raised his right hand, and the purple true energy slowly gathered in the palm of his hand into an energy bomb the size of a football.

"Someone wants to kill me." Seeing that the chef was really going to hit someone, Stark immediately told the story about the murderous intention he sensed at the press conference.

"You deserve to be attacked, Rasengan"

Stark:

"You're sure you're not wrong." After venting, the chef looked at his head full of shit. It felt great to beat the protagonist for nothing. Do you want to find a reason to beat him next time?

"Hey, after all, I am also a congenitally accomplished martial arts master, and I am still very sensitive to murderous intent, okay?" Stark looked through the information of the tournament staff on the computer. As for how the information came about, do you think that as a person in Marvel? A master of black technology, if he can't even make a simple black computer, Stark should find a crooked neck tree and kill himself.

"Is there surveillance?" The chef said that as long as there is surveillance, it is not easy to find someone.

"There is surveillance, but you also know that everything is broken at critical moments." Stark rubbed his eyes, and none of the hundreds of people looked suspicious.

"Boss, why don't we call the police?" Happy, a bodyguard, suggested. This matter involved the boss's safety and the latter had to be careful.

"Happy, why are you so cowardly? I, Tony Stark, am the famous Iron Man, okay? It would be too cheap to ask a coward to come forward for such a trivial matter." Stark's face was full of expression after hearing Happy's suggestion. Dissatisfied, who am I? Do I need Tiaozi Shu to escort me?

"I think Mr. Happy's suggestion is good. Since you don't have any clues anyway, why not just ask Tiaozi to investigate?" The chef felt that Stark was unnecessary. It would be more reliable to hire professionals to deal with murderers. Well, I'm not afraid of trouble

"No need, since we can't find the suspect, just let me be the bait, just in time to test my latest Etian steel suit." Stark shook the watch on his hand to show that his safety was fine.

"By the way, where is my pc729? Don't tell me you didn't bring it."

"Well, Xiaoqi and Xiaojiao went shopping and won't be back until noon."

"Oh my God, you really brought that guy here." The corner of the chef's mouth twitched. When he thought of pc729 running around with his face, the chef had the urge to kill someone.

"It's okay. I asked Pepper to watch. Xiaoqi won't get into trouble." Stark smiled awkwardly. It should be fine.

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