I'm dying in Marvel

When Joss came to Stark Tower with fried chicken, everyone's reaction was quite ordinary.

As mentioned earlier, Joss was not lucky enough to travel to a different world of medieval civilization. In a modern world like Marvel, things like fried chicken and cola are so common that no one would take a second look at them. .

Oh, except for one person.

"What is this? Is this food from the earth?" Thor's eyes lit up as he looked at the tray, and he rushed forward to pick up the fried chicken and ate it without any image at all.

Joss was not surprised by this guy who had never eaten anything good and was as happy as a three-hundred-pound child after drinking a glass of beer. He just waved to the others and said, "Come and try it, This is our newly developed fried chicken, which is completely different from the coquettish sluts outside."

Steve shook his head when he heard the words, "No, fried food is too high in calories, which will affect my training, and so do you, Thor. Eating too much of this kind of food will affect your actions."

"Well, in order to maintain my figure, I also passed." Natasha shrugged with a helpless look.

Tony looked sideways for a moment and then looked away, curling his lips and said: "Forget it, I just ate foie gras made by a professional top chef who earns a monthly salary of [-] yuan for the family chef at noon. I don't want to eat greasy food anymore." , not to mention something like fried chicken is a bit downgraded."

"What do you mean by what you just said in the brackets?"

The reactions of the others were similar to theirs, as if none of them really wanted to try.

But this is not surprising. Keeping in shape has practical value for superheroes in addition to the effect of appearance. Take Tony, if he doesn't pay attention to diet, it only takes a few months to fight Iron Man. Armor can't be worn in.

"Let me have some, I haven't tasted the food of the earth for several years." There are people who care about it, and there are naturally people who don't care so much. Bruce Banner, whose body is getting bigger and smaller at any time, came over with a smile piece.

Driven by him and Thor, Nick Fury, Hawkeye and others also politely came up to take a few dollars. After all, they didn't control their bodies as strictly as Steve's, and they didn't want to just fall into the trap. In order to save Joss' face, it is natural to support him.

"But the food he makes may not be too delicious." Nick Fury looked at the fried chicken in front of him with some hesitation.

Although the smell was good, he was lucky enough to have seen Joss cooking instant noodles in the S.H.I.E.L.D. dormitory. For the taste of this fried chicken, he had directly classified it into the category of dark cooking.

Hawkeye didn't think too much about it. After all, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it was hard to believe that a person's cooking skills could reach the level of Joss, but naturally he didn't have much expectation.

It should be said that most of the people present had the same idea as him. After all, fried chicken is just fried chicken. Even if Joss said it was secretly made, it is still civilian fast food and the high-end cuisine provided every day in Stark Tower. How can it be compared?

"Hey Nick, what's wrong with you?" Natasha looked at Nick Fury with some doubts. After taking a bite of fried chicken, the man froze in place, as if he was imprisoned by someone's telekinesis.

"Is this spicy taste heaven? No, it's as hot as hell, but it's so intoxicating. This delicious taste that goes straight into the soul, is this really just a piece of fried chicken?" Ignoring Natasha's inquiry, Nick Fury looked at the fried chicken that had been bitten in front of him and muttered to himself, as if his consciousness had been taken to another dimension.

Compared with Nick Fury, who suddenly became artistic, Bruce and Thor's reaction was much more direct. They held one side, and stuffed pieces of fried chicken into their mouths without stopping.

"Hey, let me tell you what's wrong with you, Joes, what's wrong with your fried chicken?" Super Backpacker Sam Wilson frowned and looked at Joes, obviously doubting whether the other party had put some medicine in the fried chicken.

"If there's any problem, of course it's because it tastes delicious."

Joss didn't feel dissatisfied with the attitude of this person who didn't have much contact with him. He just picked up a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into Sam's mouth with a smile on his face as if he was going to choke him to death.

"Cock la thunder"

"Oh oh oh oh what delicious food is this"

Looking at the faces of Joss and the others as if they were performing a cross talk, the eyes of the others showed some doubts.

"Why don't you give me a piece, Joss?" Natasha's eyes sparkled. In the end, her curiosity about food surpassed her insistence on her figure, and she couldn't help but step forward and take a piece.

"I'm talking about you." Steve pressed his forehead, shook his head and sighed.

"Oh, this tastes really good." Hawkeye took another bite of the fried chicken, and his eyes suddenly showed a look of excitement that was not about cannibalism.

Tony looked at the fried chicken in his hand, subconsciously raised his well-groomed eyebrows, and also praised: "This is better than the food cooked by a professional top chef who earns a salary of [-] yuan a month for the chef hired by the Stark family." Delicious and fragrant”

"Wait, so what do the words in the brackets mean?" Joss looked at Tony with vacant eyes.

"The taste is really good, but this kind of high-fat food is not good for your health." Steve criticized with a serious face, obviously not wanting to turn the Avengers into a bunch of fat houses.

Natasha's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, she stared straight at Steve and said, "Then take your hands off the plate first."

"Hey Bruce, you're about to transform and calm down."

They were obviously a group of superheroes who were the poster girls of Waist City, but at this time, they were in a quarrel over a plate of fried chicken. Only Thor did not say a word from the beginning to the end.

Because this guy is stuffing two chicken legs in his left hand and three chicken wings in his right hand, and taking a sip of Coke from time to time, so he has no time to chat with other people.

Joes stood at a distance and watched the reactions of these people and nodded silently. Although he did not master the secret of using food to burst clothes, it seemed that the dish he asked Tatsumaki to cook was delicious enough that even superheroes could not resist.

"The trial results are good, so the next step is to open a store." From the corner of his eye, Joss glanced at Tony, who was holding the butt of the chicken and chewing it. He couldn't help but recall what the other party once said in his mind. .

"You can get as much money as you need, and you don't have to report it to me every time."