Marvel's Ten Thousand Worlds Recycling System

In Chinatown, it is very common for the first floor to be a store and the second or third floor to be a residence. The hard-working and smart Chinese immigrants will use the space as much as possible to survive and make money. An Anxin’s parents opened a traditional Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown. It is an industry that does not open for half a year and lasts for half a year after opening. Due to the high prices and the distrust of the traditional Chinese medicine industry, few ordinary people will choose to come to traditional Chinese medicine stores to get medicines. Many of them are athletes or some who are really desperate. of patients consider traditional Chinese medicine as their last resort. Thousands

"Is this your parents' house?" Phil looked at the store in front of him and raised his eyebrows, with a look of confusion on his face.

"Yes, do you want to have lunch together, Mr. Phil? My parents' Chinese food is very good." An Xin invited, even though he knew that Phil would definitely refuse, he had to find a way to leave a good mark in front of Phil. My impression is that if you want to survive in the Marvel Universe as a little white rabbit, especially in New York, a place where troubles happen every three days, you must have a firm grasp, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is the best choice.

"No, I have an appointment with a friend today at noon, maybe next time." Unsurprisingly, Phil refused. He was just optimistic about An Xin, and he wasn't familiar with An An to this extent yet.

An Xin said a few polite words and watched Phil leave.

An Anxin walked through the door, and the employees in the pharmacy were sitting bored. There was only one employee in the whole pharmacy. If he was busy, An An's mother would come to help. As for An An's father, he was the old master of the store. .

"Hello, what do you want?" A clear voice came, and the employee in the store said subconsciously the moment he saw An Xin coming in.

"Hello, this is An Xin. My parents are on the second floor and are playing mahjong outside." An Xin looked at the girl in front of her. She was a Chinese and looked to be only 20 years old. She should be a part-time student at a nearby university.

At this time, rapid footsteps came from upstairs.

"You brat, you don't even know to come back. Your mother is playing mahjong with others outside. I'll call her back right away. I'll make it for you if you want to eat." An Yi walked down from upstairs, and after a month An Anxin had completely fallen out with her family due to conflicts at work. This was the only time she went home in a month.

"Qian Huan, let's have lunch together later. Uncle will make you whatever you want to eat. This is my son, An Xin. This is Qian Huan, a little girl who is much more obedient than you." An Yi didn't look kindly on An Xin, But it's different for Li Qianhuan.

An An curled his lips and wondered who was the real one. After chatting with An An for a few more words, An Yi went back upstairs to cook. He was going to cook some of his own specialties.

"I am An Xin, An Xin's An, An Xin's heart." An Xin suddenly felt that the name Li Qianhuan sounded familiar, but he just couldn't remember who it was. This must not be a soy sauce character.

"You are so interesting. I am Li Qianhuan, Muzi Li, thousands of thousands, joyful Huan." Li Qianhuan smiled at An An. When An An saw Li Qianhuan at first sight, he thought she was a work-study international student, but when she heard this With some broken Chinese, An Xin knew that she should be a Chinese like him.

At this moment, the door of the Chinese medicine shop opened

"Mom, I'm back." An Xin looked at the middle-aged woman who came in and said with a smile.

"It's good to be back. Your dad talks about you every night, and sometimes he can't sleep. We won't learn Chinese medicine anymore. Let your dad learn it alone. Our children should not come back to Chinatown to guard this. Life in a small Chinese medicine shop." Jiang Geyang walked in, looked at his somewhat thin son, and said distressedly, in the past month, An Xin has been staying at a friend's house, eating pizza and burgers every day, and he has been very busy every day. There is no last meal.

"I will learn when I have time." An Anxin said with a smile. This is true. An Anxin believes in a principle that the skills are too many to overwhelm the body. Before time travel, in addition to going to work, he taught himself many musical instruments and small languages. Basic knowledge, probably because he is really bored at home alone.

Jiang Geyang thought this was just her son's perfunctory words and didn't say anything else. She had always been opposed to letting her son learn Chinese medicine. She didn't want her son to return to Chinatown and live a life like them. The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has been with them for so many years. If it is broken, it will be broken. So what, life is the most important thing.

"You two are of the same age and have something in common. I went to help your dad cook." After Jiang Geyang finished speaking, she glanced at An Xin who was chatting with Li Qianhuan. She shook her head and walked upstairs.

"Do you know about traditional Chinese medicine? An Xin." Li Qianhuan asked curiously. She had only received two guests in the past month, but the generosity of those two guests shocked her. Even before the family fell into decline, this was a big surprise to them. It's not a small amount for a family, but the two guests took it out casually, without seeming to care at all.

"Traditional Chinese medicine, I have actually been studying it since I was a child, but then I became more and more rebellious and disliked learning less and less. After I was admitted to university, I spent three days fishing and two days doing Internet work, and occasionally I would read a book. , As for what I learned before, I have already given it back to my dad." An Xin smiled. This was not modesty, but his predecessor. As a Chinese born and raised in the United States, he was very resistant to things like traditional Chinese medicine. He would rather To believe in the power of technology, if he gets sick, he is more willing to go to the hospital to see a doctor than to drink those bitter medicines. After going to college, the heavy studies made him less interested in studying traditional Chinese medicine. After graduation, his father wanted to Asked to come back and take over, he refused without hesitation. He wanted to see the bigger world instead of spending the rest of his life guarding this small pharmacy in Chinatown.

"An athlete came here a few days ago. He must be a rugby player. He seems to be very famous in New York. He came to the store and asked your father to help him relieve his fatigue. The price was tens of thousands of dollars. It's really amazing." Li Qianhua said enviously. After her parents died, she couldn't even afford 100 dollars. If she hadn't found this job, she would have been living on the streets.

"There used to be a lot of this kind of thing, and occasionally I would see a Hollywood star. In recent years, my father has stopped taking action. As people get older, they become lazier and lazier." An Xin said and glanced at He walked upstairs, and when he said the last sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice.

"I'm old, but I'm not deaf. An Xin, you kid, you're arranging me from behind again. Don't you want to have lunch this noon?" An Yi's voice came from upstairs.

An Xin and Li Qianhuan were laughing together downstairs. They had a good life at the beginning, An Xin thought silently.