Marvel: Chinese Restaurant Beginning in Hell's Kitchen

Two bowls of snail noodles were served.

Little Clyde Wincham would normally destroy a universe without blinking an eye, but now he hesitated when faced with a bowl of snail noodles.

Is there such a weird food in this world?

"I'm suddenly so hungry!"

Thor was very considerate of his girlfriend. After seeing the expression on Clyde Wincham's face, he brought both bowls of snail noodles to her.

“I don’t know if these two bowls will fill me up.”

Loki, who had already started slurping his second bowl of noodles, looked up and said, "That's definitely not enough.

I've already started my second bowl, considering your appetite, you should have at least five bowls."

"Loki, shut up!"

Thor, the God of Thunder, scolded, thinking that one bowl was enough to cost him his life, two bowls was the limit, and if it was five bowls, he might as well go have tea with Mephisto.

"Snapped."

Hela raised her hand and slapped Thor, the god of thunder, cursing, "You have no respect for your elders and no rules at all."

Thor...

"Sister, Loki is my younger brother, so what's wrong with me saying a few words to him?"

Loki hurriedly lowered his head and slurped the powder. He couldn't afford to offend either Hela or Thor.

Besides, what could be more interesting than slurping noodles?

Hela rolled her eyes and said, “Are you talking about Loki?

I'm talking about Wincham.

You ate Wincham's bowl, so what's left for her?

This will make our family look like a poor family! "

As she spoke, Hela pushed another bowl in front of Wencham.

"Wincham, don't bother with Thor, he is just a careless person.

Eat it while it’s hot.”

Wincham...thanks so much.

Thor dared not speak out, but could only mutter, "One bowl is not enough to fill you up."

Hela glared at him fiercely: “If you’re not full, you won’t ask for more?

Do you have to eat this bowl of Wincham?"

He paused, snapped his fingers and shouted,

"Peter, give Thor five more bowls of snail noodles. I want to see how many bowls he can eat today!"

Thor was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped, and he hurriedly shouted, "Peter, wait a moment.

I'll eat this bowl first and see how it goes. Maybe one bowl will fill me up!"

As he spoke, Thor gave Wincham a helpless look, but fearing that Hela would be unhappy, he lowered his head and took a bite.

Huh?

This stuff smells so special, and tastes so delicious.

Thor showed a surprised expression, thinking that there was something wrong with his taste buds, and hurriedly scooped another bite into his mouth.

"Hululu..."

Thor has turned on foodie mode.

Can't stop, can't stop at all.

It takes less than a minute to finish a bowl of noodles, including the soup and noodles.

Thor looked up and found that Clyde Wincham Jr. was staring at him with wide eyes, so he wiped his mouth and said:

"Wincham, why don't you eat?

No appetite?

I'll eat this bowl, don't waste it."

Thor said as he pushed the empty bowl away and reached for Clyde Wincham Jr.'s snail noodles.

Just now he really wanted to help Clyde Wincham Jr., and now he really wants to eat noodles.

"Pa." Hela slapped Thor again.

"Are you the reincarnation of a starving ghost?

Didn’t I order five more bowls of noodles for you?

Do you have to eat this bowl of Wencham?"

Facing Hela's series of questions, Thor smiled a little embarrassedly and said to Clyde Wincham:

"Honey, please eat quickly.

This noodle is really delicious.”

As he said this, he blinked his eyes, as if to say, "You must believe me."

It would have been fine if she didn't blink, but if she blinked, little Clyde Wincham would have misunderstood her and thought she was signaling her not to eat.

Thor didn't think too much, but shouted to Peter Parker:

"Peter, are my five bowls of snail noodles not ready yet?"

"Didn't you just say we should talk about it later?" Peter Parker reminded.

Thor urged, “Don’t wait, do it quickly.

Oh, and let Smith make them one bowl at a time, so as not to soak the noodles so that they don’t taste good.”

"Okay." Peter Parker said and looked at Li Jie.

Li Jie rolled his eyes at Thor.

You're really a hassle to make one bowl at a time. I have to serve five bowls to you at once to see what I can do.

Rocky finally finished his second bowl of noodles and called to Li Jie, "Smith, I'll have another bowl."

As he spoke, he patted his stomach lightly.

"Today I want to free my tummy and stop managing my body shape. I want to eat noodles to my heart's content."

Little Clyde Wincham tried to delay as much as possible until Thor's second bowl of noodles was served.

"Wincham, your bowl is a little cold. Switch with Thor."

As Hela spoke, she swapped Clyde Wincham's snail noodles with Thor's.

Clyde Wincham Jr.…My sister-in-law is such a thoughtful person.

Thor... I wouldn't let you eat it just now, and now you want to switch with me. Why am I always the one who gets hurt?

"Thor, do you have any questions?" Hela asked.

"Oh Nope."

Thor shook his head and preached, then he preached to Clyde Wincham Jr.,

"Honey, please eat quickly before it gets cold again."

Then you'll have to switch with me again, and I'll only be fit to eat cold food, right?

"okay."

Little Clyde Wincham responded with a smirk on his face.

But Thor, the God of Thunder, didn't care about that and just buried his head and started slurping noodles again.

Tsk.

The noodles have been left for a long time and are indeed not as delicious as before.

However, this is also relative.

So fragrant and beautiful!

In less than a minute, Thor finished his second bowl of snail noodles. He looked up and saw Clyde Wincham staring at him with wide eyes, so he asked:

"Any questions?

Honey, you are not feeling well, are you?

"no no."

Little Clyde Wincham shook his head, feeling very confused.

The smell of this powder makes people nauseous, but why does Thor eat it so deliciously?

Just now Thor clearly hinted that I didn't want to eat it, but why was he eating so happily?

There is a problem here.

"Wincham, if you really don't feel well, forget it. You can come and eat another day."

Hela asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just...

Well, I'd better eat it."

Finally, Clyde Wincham Jr. decided to try it himself, so he picked up a stick of powder and put it in his mouth.

The next second, little Clyde Wincham glared at Thor fiercely.

Good job, Thor.

You don’t let me eat such delicious snail noodles!

Just wait and see how I’ll deal with you.

Thor...why are you looking at me with such admiration? Is it because I'm handsome?

Alas, there is really nothing you can do about women.

Hila asked expectantly, “Vincham, how do you feel?

Isn't it the smell similar to the breath of death that makes people fascinated?"

“Well, Hela, you’re right, this noodle is really delicious.

Don't talk to me yet, I'm going to start eating noodles seriously."

After saying this, little Clyde Wincham lowered his head and ate his noodles.

Once a woman becomes ruthless, there is nothing a man can do. Little Clyde Wincham can slurp powder faster than Thor.

Peter Parker had just brought up a bowl of snail noodles when little Clyde Wincham put down the empty bowl, reached out to take it and said:

"Give it to me!"

Thor...Hi, that's my snail noodles.

"Thor, do you mind if I eat this bowl of noodles first?"

Little Clyde Wincham asked in a fake tone, with a threatening look in his eyes, "If you dare to say no, I will turn you into snail noodles."

Hela also kicked Thor hard under the table:

"Speak up, don't be so uneducated."

Thor forced a smile and said, "No problem, I definitely don't have any problem at all.

Dear, what's mine is yours and what's yours is mine.

It doesn’t matter whether you eat noodles or I eat noodles.”

"That's good."

Little Clyde Wincham lowered her head and started slurping the noodles again. By the time Peter Parker brought a new bowl of snail noodles, her bowl had already been finished.

"Peter, give it to me."

Thor, the God of Thunder, just reached out to receive fans, but was intercepted by Clyde Wincham Jr.

That's my fan.

This time, Clyde Wincham Jr. didn't even bother to ask and just went straight to the point.

Thor glanced at the flat belly of little Clyde Wincham.

How can she eat so much powder with such a slim figure?

That’s three bowls already, you should be full, right?

"Peter, give it to me."

Clyde Wincham Jr. took the fourth bowl of powder from Peter Parker.

Thor raised his eyelids slightly, licked his lower lip greedily, and shouted to Peter Parker:

"Hey, Peter, how do you do business?

It's just one bowl at a time, can't it be quicker? "

Peter Parker reminded: "Thor, didn't you say I would make them for you in bowls?"

"Did I say that?"

Saul was stunned for a moment.

"Okay, just treat what I said as bullshit and bring up the rest."

"it is good."

Peter Parker responded and walked to the kitchen to get the food and brought up the snail noodles that they had made together earlier.

How pretentious! The noodles are all out of the pot at once, but I have to run back and forth again.

"Mm, it's delicious. It's really delicious."

Thor finally got the powder and was as happy as a child. He kept praising it and told Peter Parker,

"Peter, give me five more bowls of noodles, just serve them together."

"Peter, give me ten bowls of fusilli too!

Oh my God, I have been to so many universes, but I have never eaten such delicious fusilli.

I'm going to eat to my heart's content today!"

exclaimed Clyde Wincham Jr. excitedly.

Thor...I want five bowls and you want ten bowls. Are you trying to pick a fight with me?

No, sister, you are a woman, can't you pay attention to your image?

Hela also kindly reminded: "Wincham, you don't want to wait for those witches like Clee?"

Little Clyde Wincham replied, “Didn’t Kerry say that she would stay in the dark world for the time being?

No one knew where Agatha had hidden, and only Le Fay and her daughter were left.

Don't worry, Le Fay won't care about these details.

Besides, I have saved some food, so I can just eat another bowl with her later."

Right.

Hela nodded and said to Peter Parker, "Give me ten bowls of noodles, too."

Peter Parker...Are all of you eating broadcasters?

So edible.

Besides, is snail noodles with such a strange taste really that delicious?

The whole restaurant was filled with the smell of snail noodles, and Peter Parker ran to the bathroom from time to time to breathe some fresh air.

"Squeak."

When Caroline Le Fay pushed open the door of the restaurant, she felt like she was attacked by a biological weapon and almost passed out.

Morgan Le Fay, who was following behind, also changed his expression and rebuked in a low voice:

"Caroline, please pay attention to your image."

Caroline Le Fay turned around and said speechlessly, "Mom, it's not me."

"If it's not you, could it be me..."

Before Morgan Le Fay could finish his words, he was startled by the strange scene in the restaurant.

There were more than a dozen empty bowls piled in front of Hela and little Clyde Wincham, but they were still concentrating on eating and didn't even notice my presence.

"welcome!"

Peter Parker took the opportunity to run over, put his head out of the door and took a deep breath, then spoke to the two of them a little awkwardly,

“The restaurant launched a new product today - river snail rice noodle.

It smells a bit weird, but tastes absolutely delicious.

If you don’t believe me, just look at how happy they are eating.”

"Peter, do you mean this is the taste of snail noodles?"

Caroline Le Fay inquired.

Peter Parker nodded and said, "Yes, this is what snail rice noodle tastes like.

As I said before, it smells a little different.”

Caroline Le Fay wondered to herself, is this a bit of a special problem?

It has almost sent me away.

"Mom, I said it wasn't me."

Caroline Le Fay said a little aggrievedly.

"Okay, since it tastes like snail rice noodle... I suddenly remembered that I have something else to do.

Caroline, why don't you go in and thank Hela and Wincham for their help on my behalf."

Morgan Le Fay said this and turned away.

Caroline le Fay stared at Morgan le Fay's back with despair.

Is there anyone who would cheat his daughter like you?

"Le Fay!"

Little Clyde Wincham finished the snail noodles in his hand and was about to order another bowl when he noticed that Peter Parker was missing. He turned around and finally saw Morgan Le Fay who was about to leave.

Morgan le Fay's heart trembled slightly, but he pretended that he heard nothing and quickened his pace to leave.

But he had just taken two steps when he was stopped by Clyde Wincham Jr.

"Lefei, where are you going?"

Morgan Le Fay took a step back instinctively when he smelled the smell of screw powder coming from little Clyde Wincham, and said with a twitch of his mouth:

“No…I didn’t go anywhere.

Oh, didn’t you and Hela save me yesterday?

I can't come here to thank you today empty-handed, right?

I'm going to buy presents for both of you."

“Hey, we are all family, why are you being so polite to me and Hela?

Smith served a new dish today called river snail noodle, which was absolutely amazing.

Let’s go and have some noodles together!”

As Clyde Wincham Jr. spoke, he reached out and pulled Morgan Le Fay into the restaurant.

Morgan le Fay was forced to follow, saying:

“Well…actually, I had already eaten before coming here.

Wencham, you also said that we are all family, there is really no need to be so polite. "

"Le Fei, even if you've already eaten it, it doesn't matter if you have this one.

You must try the snail rice noodle, otherwise it would be a real pity.”

Clyde Wincham Jr. pulled Morgan Le Fay into the restaurant without further ado.