Get out of the way, Tiga is getting bigger [Comprehensive British and American]

"Yes." An Chunzhi's smile was a little stiff, "What's wrong?"

——Captain America's expression was weird, which made him a little baffled.

Steve shook his head and didn't answer, his expression was a little tangled, but he still lowered his head and focused on the food in front of him.

According to their eating habits, the dishes on the square table were put on separate plates, and each person was placed in front of each other. Egg fried rice and seaweed shrimp skin egg drop soup were served in small bowls. Carefully put the spoon and fork.

"I've eaten this dish before today. It's called Spicy Black Pepper Extract Marinated Minced Pork Stewed White Jade Tofu."

Strange spoke suddenly.

He glanced at Steve, with provocation in his eyes, and continued: "But I think the 'Kung Pao Chicken' made by Boss Ann yesterday is more delicious."

"..." Steve had some doubts in his eyes, and he hesitated to ask euphemistically, "But I remember that this dish should be called 'Ma Po Tofu', right?"

Strange's expression was a little caught off guard for a moment, and immediately turned into a sneer from embarrassment, and he retorted coldly: "When I ate it before, the chef said it was called spicy black pepper essence marinated minced meat stewed with white jade tofu, you think I remember it?" Can't you stay?"

"An (Boss An), what do you think?" The two people turned their eyes at the same time.

An Chunzhi's expression froze.

The atmosphere began to be inexplicably weird again!

Steve crossed his arms with a very determined expression——

The name of this dish is what Donut told him, Watson is doomed!

Strange stared at An Chunzhi threateningly, his eyes were full of meaning.

"I see." An Chunzhi recalled that strangely long name carefully, and immediately understood, and smiled helplessly, "Actually, what you two said is correct."

"Ugh?"

"This is a problem with the translation method. There are several ways to translate the names of our dishes. If we translate the names of people or places at the beginning, it is called 'Ma Po Tofu', but sometimes, the name of the dish is the cooking method plus the main The name of the ingredients." An Chunzhi explained in detail, "For example, Chinese-style soft fried bread sticks, freshly grated evaporated milk soup, and Italian-style extra thick bolognese with chives mixed with Chinese-style vermicelli."

An Chunzhi smiled with a headache that only he could understand: "Actually, it's just deep-fried dough sticks, soy milk and noodles with fried sauce..."

"Is that so?" Steve and Strange half-understood, but their fighting cock-like aura still faded away.

"Two stupid goldfish."

Sherlock picked up the chopsticks by himself, and twitched the corner of his mouth secretly and disgusted.

"Then let's taste it quickly, and it will be cold in a while." An Chunzhi greeted them with a smile.

Strange and Steve glanced at each other, and scooped up Mapo Tofu with a spoon at the same time——

"Oh wait, I forgot." An Chunzhi hurriedly stopped them, "Ma Po Tofu is a normal level of spiciness. If you don't like spicy food, it's better not to eat so much at the first bite. And tofu is originally It’s hotter, so don’t rush to eat the tofu just out of the pan.”

"..."

Strange swallowed the mouthful with tears in his eyes, and smirked sullenly as if nothing had happened, "I'm fine."

Steve just ate a meal of mapo tofu at the Avengers Building a few days ago. He didn't know how much water he drank when it was so spicy, but now it is obvious that he can't show weakness in front of Watson.

Steve smiled gently, not letting go of the wind: "It's delicious, Ann, your craftsmanship is awesome."

The corners of An Chunzhi's mouth twitched, and he didn't reply.

Captain... If your eyes weren't red, your words might be more convincing.

And even if it's not spicy, won't you two be hot?

Sherlock finally couldn't help rolling his eyes: "—two super stupid goldfish."

……

After finally finishing this dinner full of weird atmosphere, after An Chunzhi sent Captain America away, he felt that his life span had been shortened by several years. He was so tired that he slumped on the recliner behind the counter and didn't want to move.

"Sherlock washes the dishes, Strange collects the clothes." He commanded lazily.

There is nothing wrong with this assignment. Sherlock, as an employee with full board and lodging and salary, it is normal to coax cats and wash dishes in his spare time.Strange can only say that he is temporarily staying here, but his clothes are washed by An Chunzhi, so now that he has collected his clothes, he has no reason to refute.

An Chunzhi rested for a while, then sat up and brewed some goat milk powder in the little white cat's saucer, and took out two cups by the way, and poured a cup of jujube and wolfberry tea for himself and the two shop assistants.

"It's time to stock up again tomorrow." He thought to himself, "It's time to buy some cat food for Silla."

An Chunzhi nodded, and then realized what he had overlooked: "It is a department store, so it turns out that pet products have never been sold in the store! I have to buy more in the future, um, I will use it myself if no one buys it."

He happily decided.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, An Chunzhi unknowingly slipped from the position of leaning on the recliner to collapsed on the recliner.The old-fashioned small TV next to him was still playing soap operas, and he was drowsy with the little white cat lying obediently in his arms.

Strange had already lightly set up the camping tent on the spacious ground in front of the shelves on the first floor. After he put his special quilt in and spread it out, he turned his head and looked at An Chunzhi hesitantly.

The lazily paralyzed little white cat seemed to sense his sight, and blinked its eyes over.

Strange froze in place for a while, then walked over with a straight face, and woke up An Chunzhi, with a soft voice: "Turn off the TV, go back to bed and sleep."

An Chunzhi moved, and then he woke up. He yawned and turned off the TV: "Okay, then I'll go back to sleep, and you should go to sleep too."

The shutter door outside the main entrance of Ping An Store was pulled down, and once the lights on the first floor were turned off, it was completely enveloped in darkness and became silent.

Strange returned to the tent, and saw that his red cloak had already slipped into bed consciously.Seeing him coming in, the cloak twisted shyly in a very human way.

Strange: "..."

——What sleep does the cloak sleep in!go out!

Time gradually moved backwards, and the night was getting darker. When An Chunzhi fell on the bed and was almost asleep, the system's unrecognizable baritone voice suddenly sounded: "Host!"

"Huh?!" An Chunzhi woke up instantly, before listening carefully, he groped in the dark reflexively, and started to put on his clothes stumbled.

The system also read aloud this task in cooperation: "The urgent task of 'catching the thief' has started."

"As for the mission, there are a few sneaky figures gathering outside the Ping An Store, and they seem to have malicious intentions. Please stop their next actions."

Just as An Chunzhi put on a T-shirt, he was stunned when he heard the content of the task, and wanted to get angry: "Is it easy for me to open a store? Every day I prevent superhero fights from spreading to my store, and prevent small gangsters from coming." Extorting protection fees, barely maintaining the business so that the business does not make a profit, and now there are people who want to hit my shop?!"

He rushed downstairs aggressively, and tripped again unexpectedly at the stairs.

"——What's wrong?" An Chunzhi strode down this time with anger, and the force of stumbling on Sherlock's body became stronger, which woke up the big detective all of a sudden, and he sat up from the ground in a daze and asked.

Before An Chunzhi could answer, there was a sudden sound of glass breaking on the first floor, followed by the sound of Strange suddenly unzipping the tent, and his angry reprimand: "Who is it?!"

In the darkness, An Chunzhi and Sherlock looked at each other, their expressions became tense, and they hurried downstairs.

The first floor was very dark, and Strange didn't turn on the lights.And the big glass window in front of the rows of shelves has now broken a big hole.Under the faint light of the street lamps outside, several dark shadows could be seen turning in.

"Who?!" Strange raised his voice and yelled again.

Those black shadows didn't seem to have expected that there was still someone sleeping in the hall, and the shopkeeper came down so quickly, his body froze, and he turned around and wanted to escape.

When An Chunzhi rushed downstairs, he quickly glanced at the ceiling—the surveillance was off, and then glanced at the dim street lights outside—there was not enough light.

very good!

He said hurriedly, "Strange, don't let them escape!"

"Understood." Strange's voice sank, and when several black figures wanted to escape from the broken glass again, their eyes went dark, and with a dull bang, they hit something.

An Chunzhi and Sherlock rushed over at this time, and vaguely saw that the three black figures were all young men with yellow hair. There was a moment of panic on their ruffian faces, and then It immediately turned into a fierce light, and he didn't even escape.The two turned around and rushed towards An Chunzhi, only one of them met Sherlock.

An Chunzhi couldn't help smiling softly: "...you also think I'm particularly easy to bully, don't you?"

The two of them didn't speak, they still waved their fists from left to right to hit An Chunzhi.

Indeed, those two people are standard European and American boys, with big arms and round waists in their teens, and they look very difficult to mess with.Compared with them, An Chunzhi was almost as big as a hen and a chick.

Angrily, he activated Tiga's ability, and squeezed the fists of the two young men from the left and right. It was an old trick-knocking in the middle skillfully, and the two young men rolled their eyes and fainted softly. .

Sherlock next to him also subdued the man with a throw over his shoulder, just in time to witness the process of An Chunzhi easily solving the two people.The huge contrast in body shape made him a little surprised, and stared at An Chunzhi with blinking eyes.

The three little thieves fell to the ground and didn't move. An Chunzhi calmed down for a while, walked to the wall in some confusion, and fumbled to turn on the light: "Strange, why didn't you turn on the light just now?"

"——Wait, don't turn on the lights yet!" Strange's voice was unusually hurried, but it was still a step too late.

Bright lights filled the store, illuminating the entire Ping An store in an instant.

An Chunzhi immediately gasped.

"Pfft——" Sherlock couldn't hold back and laughed directly, rather gloating.

Probably because the incident happened suddenly in the middle of the night, Strange didn't wear anything, and in a hurry, he just wrapped his cloak around his body and came out in a hurry.

Now the red cloak is still working hard to wrap the master tightly.

"Ann!" Strange's face darkened, and he glared at Sherlock fiercely from embarrassment, and hurried back into the tent.

An Chunzhi coughed to hide the laughter in his throat, and pretended to change the subject as if nothing had happened: "Okay, you guys go to bed first, I'll ask what these people are here for."

He bent down and picked up the collars of the three men, and easily dragged them to the counter, then sat on the recliner by himself, ready to wake them up with water.

Then An Chunzhi suddenly felt that something was not right, he suddenly turned around with a shocked expression: "...Wait, where is my TV?!"

"..." Sherlock pointed to the glass window tactfully and pitifully, and said with a smirk pretending to be sorry,

"It's blocked up there."

"—Stephen Strange!!"