Marvel's Fairy Chef

"Master, am I kidding, okay?" Uncle Fu saw Fang Jie's face as if he was trying to fool him, so he had no choice but to hand Fang Jie a copy of the family tree.

"What the hell? My wife... my grandfather is Fang Shiyu, why don't you say Jet Li?" Chef Fang's eyes widened after reading the genealogy, full of disbelief.

"By the way, wasn't Hongmen founded by the son of Hong Xiguan? What does it have to do with our old Fang family?"

"Why doesn't it matter? According to seniority, Hong Wen must call Master Fang an uncle, right? The head of our Fang family has always been the eldest elder of the inner sect of Hongmen. Alas, until there was a civil strife that year, your great-grandfather also owned this restaurant. The founder of , he was tired of the power struggle, so he took his own name and traveled across the ocean to New York..."

After listening to Uncle Fu's narration, Chef Fang sighed: I didn't expect that our old Fang family has such a tortuous story, huh! This is a prime plot with a good plot and full of selling points.

"So those black suits who came last time are Hongmen's people in New York?" Fang Jie still remembered a group of black-suited practitioners who were found by Uncle Forbes some time ago.

"Well, that's true. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to find out Minty's origin so quickly. It's a pity that the young master is born unable to practice martial arts. Otherwise, the young master would have inherited the Hongmen in New York." Speaking of this, Uncle Fu also felt a sense of regret, but that was fine, and it was fine to live a peaceful life in the restaurant. The deceased eldest young master and eldest young mistress did not want Fang Jie to live the kind of life of fighting and killing again.

Bang! Just when Fang Jie was thinking about whether he should tell Uncle Fu that he could practice martial arts and accidentally became a congenital person, a fierce banging sound came from outside the door.

Then there were the sounds of countless cars braking, accompanied by a lot of noise.

"Hahaha... Jerry, come out quickly, your good friend Stark is back!"

The door of the restaurant was kicked open again, and a man wearing a black toad goggles came in. Behind the man were hundreds of reporters carrying long guns and cannons.

"Hey brother, don't you recognize me? Hurry up and make some egg fried rice. I'm starving." Tony walked in and ordered a few bodyguards: "Stop these reporters. If you have anything to do, wait until I finish eating!"

"Hey, Tony is really stupid and rich." Fang Jie looked at him for a long time and finally confirmed that this guy who looked like a dark African brother was really the playboy. How could one go to the Middle East and become so black? It seems that this guy suffered a lot during his kidnapping.

In the past few months since he was kidnapped, Tony Stark's life can be said to be miserable. He went to attend a weapons conference, but he almost lost his life there.

"Tony, what do you want to do? Join the African Women's Sorority?" Fang Jie pointed to Stark's shiny black arm: "Not to mention, the learning is quite similar, I almost didn't I recognize you. Haha, where have you been recently? The news said you have been missing for almost a few months."

"Don't mention it. This is a good thing. If it weren't for my luck, you might only see me at my memorial service next time." Seeing Fang Jie mention this, Stark felt endless grievances.

Stark diary:

...After accepting the applause and flowers, I declined the request to fly and got directly into the car. However, tragedy happened like this. We were bombed and the damn terrorists attacked us. In that damn dark mouse hole, they kept torturing me, just to get the technology of my Jericho missile. There I met Ethan. He was a noble guy. It was the electromagnetic stone he planted in my chest that saved me. Otherwise, I might have been the first sacrifice of the Jericho missile.

By the way, don’t these terrorists know how to be hygienic? The air in the hole is terrible. Didn't your mother teach you that you will be fined for urinating in public? There's not even a bathroom here. Look at me. Oh my god, this is the first time I've ever known how stinky I am. Of course, what makes me feel most amazing is, Ethan, how do you maintain a neat suit image in this kind of environment? Is it really good to treat the same prisoners differently? Believe it or not, I will be a super bomb and everyone will be finished together.

In the following time, I have been worried about one thing. Yes, a very important thing is that there is not a single female creature in the base of this terrorist organization. Damn it, what if they fall in love with me? Oh my God! Don't dare to think deeply. At this time