The Great Demon King

Chapter 108 The Eve of the Wedding ([-]) (Subscribe)
"The Good Guy" Qian Song started from New York after Peter Parker, but arrived before Little Spider.

From New York to Los Angeles by plane, it takes about 6 hours to arrive.

It only took Qian Song more than ten seconds—he was a Tudun.

In order to prepare for emergencies, he brought a total of 8888 purple potato clones with him, and gathered them in the deep underground near Tony Stark's mansion.

Why choose the number 8888?
There is no particular reason, Qian Song just thinks this number is auspicious and pleasant to hear.

When he fought Mephisto last time, he also prepared a lot of clones, but the projection of the demon king was too weak, which made his clones "heroes useless".

This time, Qian Song intends to give all the opportunities to show off to these clones, and let them come out to bask in the sun, always buried in the ground, always giving people the illusion that they are moldy.

Of course, it is impossible for Qian Song's avatars to get moldy, this is just his psychological effect.

Because all microorganisms that try to corrupt them will be decomposed into nutrients (amino acids, alkane compounds, nitrogen, phosphorus, potassium, water, etc.) and absorbed the moment they come into contact with these clones.

When Qian Song got out of the land of Los Angeles, it was already sunset and dusk.

Although he was not familiar with the place, he didn't plan to sleep on the street - he had already notified Ant-Man Scott to prepare a hotel for him.

Yes, Qian Song promised Ant-Man to bring him to Tony's wedding.

Poor Ant-Man has to pay for his accommodation in advance.

You know, in the United States, even between good friends, consumption is AA system.

But Qian Song is a typical Chinese person, so if he asks for help, he must have the attitude of asking for help. If it's not that he takes Joe and reciprocates, is that embarrassing?
So Ant-Man had to buy him a steak.

…………

Lawry's The Prime Rib (Los Angeles Landmark Steakhouse) is an 80-year-old restaurant, considered one of the most famous steak restaurants in California, where Scott entertained Qian Song.

When Qian Song walked into this luxurious restaurant, he gave Ant-Man a strange look and asked, "Are you so rich?"

At this level, the per capita consumption is definitely not low.

Scott looked embarrassed, and said with a smile: "There is a discount... I got a coupon from a friend."

Qian Song did remember that Ant-Man did have several unreliable friends, and one of them was a super chatterbox, who wished to tell jokes starting from the Big Bang. company.

Qian Song shrugged his shoulders and walked in indifferently. If he is the host, as long as he treats him to dinner, does it matter if he spends money or owes favors?
As a result, after Scott showed his coupon to the waiter, Qian Song could clearly feel the disdain flashing in the waiter's eyes.

They were arranged in a cramped corner, and even the dining table was half smaller than others.

In this country, racial discrimination may be criticized, but poverty discrimination has no voice.

Ant-Man, who was born as a thief, has long been accustomed to such an attitude. In the past, he would not even come to such a restaurant for a meal, it was too expensive.

Qian Song didn't make a fuss either, he didn't embarrass Ant-Man with a look of righteous indignation, and he didn't embarrass Ant-Man by yelling "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi Mo bullying the young and poor".

What is favor?

Give the most generous feasts you can—featuring the heart, not the delicacies.

Obviously, with Ant-Man's current economic level, being able to entertain guests here is already considered his best effort.

Qian Song seriously ate the steak served by the waiter with his nostrils upturned, and even closed his eyes in enjoyment.

It's not because the steak is so delicious, but it's full of emotions in my heart:

He, Qian Song, 115 years old, finally has taste buds again.

Yes, his only flesh and blood clone, various physical senses have been slowly "reviving".

Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty, the aroma of the mixture of gravy and fat diffuses in the whole mouth through the taste buds. This long-lost sense of satisfaction awakens many memories of Qian Song's previous life:

When I was a child, the braised carp that my grandmother used to make;
When I was in elementary school, I had to drink bottled yogurt every morning;
During puberty, a whole roast chicken eaten in one meal;
In junior high school, finger cakes must be eaten every day at the school gate;
When I lived in high school, my mother sent home-cooked stir-fries;
When I was in college, I went outing with my classmates and had a picnic together;
After work, I traveled abroad with the translation team and ate dishes from various countries;
After the first love, the purple potato bento given by the girlfriend...

"Uh..." Qian Song came back to his senses, and a memory that he most wanted to forget popped up again, which was a bit disappointing.

He still remembers the distorted expression of "I don't want to die" before he was choked to death by the purple sweet potato.

"What's the matter, Mr. Qian? Doesn't it suit your appetite?" Seeing Qian Song frown and grimacing, Scott asked vaguely, the steak here is so delicious, his mouth was full.

Qian Song rolled his eyes, if I say it's not delicious, wouldn't I be slapping you in the face?Look at how you look like a starving ghost reincarnated.

In terms of the level of funny comparison, among the people Qian Song knows in this world, only Xingjue can compare with Ant-Man.

Swallowing a mouthful of meat, Ant-Man asked in a low voice: "Well... Mr. Qian, can you tell me how you plan to take me to Iron Man's wedding tomorrow? Do you have an invitation letter? Can you bring one more person in?" ?”

Qian Song shook his head: "I don't have an invitation letter."

"Huh?" The chunk of beef on Ant-Man's fork fell back to the plate, and he widened his eyes: "Isn't that the same as me?"

The one that promised to take me into the inner circle of superheroes?

What about the various recommendations?
You are not well received even if you are the co-author?

Am I... being tricked?

Looking at Ant-Man's expression of "you seem to be teasing me", Qian Song smiled and comforted him: "Tomorrow Tony's wedding will be very 'lively', as long as you perform well by then, you will definitely shine... …You know, if you want to truly break into the circle of the Avengers, you must at least be recognized by them in terms of strength, so say, listen to my command tomorrow, and you will get everything you desire."

Scott wanted to refute, and then continued to ask for details, but suddenly met Qian Song's determined eyes. For some reason, he suddenly let go of his doubts, swallowed the words that came to his mouth, bowed his head and continued to eat steak.

"Those eyes... are so beautiful." This is Scott's real thought.

A waiter walked past the table and was stopped by Scott: "It says on the coupon...you can also give away a bottle of red wine for free. Where's the red wine?"

The waiter wanted to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and it was not easy to get angry when he was stared at by other guests, so he could only bend down hypocritically, and corrected Scott in a low voice: "It's two glasses of red wine, not a bottle! "

After speaking, he brought an unsealed bottle of red wine from elsewhere, poured a third of a glass for Qian Song and Scott respectively, and then walked away like a proud goose.

"To you, future superhero, cheers!" Qian Song raised his glass with a smile.

"cheers!"

In the distance, the waiter showed contemptuous eyes as he watched the two of them pushing cups and changing cups and feasting.

He continued to bow down to serve other customers, with a flattering smile, completely ignoring whether there was disdain in the eyes of others looking at him.

All he needs is a tip.

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