Marvel Grocery Store

"Frank, your American catering industry really needs to improve, especially in the night market!"

Meng Ke and the Punisher sat facing the street.

On the table in front of them were two plates of fried eggs, topped with seafood soy sauce.

Now Meng Ke is holding the bread in his hand and spreading a sauce similar to shrimp paste on it.

This is his midnight snack!

This is not 29th Street, but another corner of New York City.

At first glance, the whole street looks like a shopping street, with large and small storefronts on both sides.

But at this hour, the only ones sitting on the street eating were Meng Ke and the Punisher.

And there weren't many other people walking around on the street, so the two of them looked particularly different.

"Do you think this is cheap?" said the Punisher.

Meng Ke watched him spread two slices of bread in the palm of his hand, first spread a layer of sauce, and then spread the egg on top, even dripping some seafood soy sauce, and then patted the two slices of bread together and sent them to Eat it seriously in your mouth.

"you……"

The Punisher has always given Meng Ke the impression of being a carefree and unkempt guy.

But now Meng Ke is watching the Punisher eat. Although he is just eating ordinary bread rolls and eggs, he actually feels like he is tasting the most luxurious cuisine.

"Eating this kind of food can reveal the spirit of the craftsman!"

Meng Ke was a little confused.

"Did you know?" the punisher murmured: "In the most developed country in the world, there are more than 4000 million poor people, of which more than 1850 million are extremely poor. Their living conditions are comparable to the abject poverty of the third world. Class, starvation is their normal state, and being able to eat bread and eggs like this is like Christmas to them.”

"This……"

Meng Ke was a little speechless. He actually just wanted to complain about American food culture, but he didn't expect to bring out so many complaints from the Punisher.

However, the more than 4000 million poor people are indeed terrible, because the total population of the United States is only 3.3 million.

Meng Ke didn't say anything else, he lowered his head and sipped the exotic bread rolls and eggs. He thought about the poor Americans who were paralyzed on the streets and thought that this midnight snack seemed not bad.

"Are you really not going to find Doctor Doom?"

Halfway through the midnight snack, the Punisher spoke again.

Meng Ke felt that he was a bit chatty.

"Why do you want to ask me to go?"

"Isn't that what it should be?"

For a warrior like the Punisher, head-on confrontation is the only option.

His ideology determines that he can only move forward when facing the enemy, not retreat, even if the way forward is death!

It's a pity that he is facing Meng Ke, Boss Meng.

"Do you usually watch?" Meng Ke suddenly said, looking at the Punisher quietly.

"what?"

I don’t know if the Punisher didn’t hear clearly what Meng Ke said, or if he didn’t understand the meaning of his words, and there was a puzzled look in his eyes.

"Coiling Dragon, Cun Mang, Buddha is the Tao, Douluo Continent, Fighting Breaks the Sky, have you seen it?"

The Punisher was even more confused and shook his head, "Shakespeare, Dickens, Conan Doyle, Liu Cixin..."

"Stop!"

People who are not from the same world cannot communicate at all.

Meng Ke hesitated for a moment, stared at the plate in front of him, and suddenly remembered a joke.

"When an American landed on a beautiful island, he saw the owner of the island, a forty-year-old man lying on an old fishing boat, sunbathing, looking lazy."

"The Americans walked up to the man and told him that he should not waste his life like this, but should use the island's resources to develop tourism, build service facilities, hotels, restaurants, bars, etc., and then build high-rise buildings near the island. Breed more and earn more wealth.”

"The man listened to the American, opened one eye and looked at him, and asked him what the purpose of doing this was. The American replied, 'With enough wealth, you can spend your life leisurely and enjoy the sun every day. The sun, in a daze, doing nothing'."

"The man asked back, what do you think I'm doing now?"

Punisher:"……"

After Meng Ke finished telling the story, he happily swallowed the last bite of bread in his hand. He felt like the middle-aged man who had insulted an American. It felt so good!

"Well..." Uncle Punishment closed his eyes, as if absorbing the meaning of Meng Ke's words, and then spoke softly, "So, are you telling me a joke?"

This time it was Meng Ke who became speechless. He shouldn't expect the punisher to understand what he meant.

Sure enough, he is not from the same world!

"All right!"

Meng Ke decided to speak more straightforwardly.

"When I was watching, I saw that many of the protagonists were looking for trouble, doing this and that in the name of becoming stronger, but the final outcome was just a wife and children sleeping on the kang, traveling to a cave, an island, and a deserted village, and then returning from seclusion. Here, you can have fun with some wine and dishes."

"Understood!"

The Punisher slapped the table and pointed at Meng Ke with his steel rod-like fingers.

"You mean, you are very satisfied with your current life, there is no need to look for trouble!"

"Ok!"

He understands, he finally understands!

"You can just say it without telling that boring story."

Meng Ke's expression twitched, and the joy in his heart suddenly disappeared without a trace, "What, I just think that way of speaking is more tactful."

I'm sorry that I didn't consider your acceptance level and lower IQ limit.

Meng Ke didn't dare to say the last sentence. After all, it was the Punisher who paid for the late-night snack.

Rich is uncle!

"You Easterners like to be euphemistic, but we Westerners are more straightforward." The Punisher said to Meng Ke as if he was educating him.

"Oh~"

After finishing the midnight snack, the Punisher took the initiative to take out a knife from his pocket and threw it on the table, with an expression on his face that said "No need to look for it".

"Just consider it as compensation for my breaking your rolling shutter door."

The implication is that the punisher does not ask Meng Ke to pay back the money, but he will give him this meal.

But Meng Ke stared at the bills on the table, thinking that the rolling shutter door had broken down twice in total, and each time it was related to you. This ticket is not enough!

But for the sake of the Punisher still remembering this incident, Meng Ke erased this grudge from his inner ledger.

Forget it, just choose to forgive him.

"But since the insurance company will compensate your store, you shouldn't have to bear the cost yourself."

"Huh?" Meng Ke had already stood up, but sat down again after hearing the Punisher's words, "Is there such a benefit?"

Why doesn't he know!

"Starting from President Lincoln, the U.S. government has provided financial support and compensation measures to private stores. Shop owners can insure their stores. If a store is accidentally damaged, the U.S. government and economic companies will provide compensation and help rebuild the store."

bass!

Meng Ke's eyes suddenly burst into sharp light, he grabbed the Punisher's shoulders and shouted at him: "Downtown, downtown New York, twenty, no, how many stores can be purchased with 180,000 US dollars to participate in the insurance?"