Chinese food saves the world

The dinner time of a Chinese restaurant is always full of excitement, such as busy guessing who can get the special care of the boss, but this time, it is obviously the guy in the killer tights that attracts the attention of the boss and the only cook.

Looking at the mercenary who was stuffing noodles into his mouth, Hao Leti answered his previous question, "It seems that my family can't change the heir, because I'm the only one."

Charles——David——Heletty, this seems to be the legendary three-generation single biography?

Deadpool's weird and playful white eyes blinked and blinked, "Marry you, oh no, can the man you marry be the heir instead of you?"

Before Hao Leti could answer, he said chatteringly again, "What do you think brother? Tonight we can spend spring night together. Do you like men with sexy hair or don't leave any hair below the eyebrows? Do you mind having scars on your body? Is it? A man with scars is also very good, baby, would you consider taking a look?"

Before the mercenary was beaten up by the support group of the Chinese restaurant, the little spider sitting next to him who was addicted to eating oily noodles couldn't bear it anymore, his cartoon-like black-framed white eyes narrowed, "Stop dreaming, Hao Le Dee can't see you, a yellow-tongued guy."

Heletti turned her attention back to Spider-Man. His red and blue stretch uniform is very eye-catching. I heard that this urban hero has superpowers like a spider. Extremely strong silver-white silk thread.

But—why does this superhero's youthful and immature voice sound so familiar?

Heletty's brain was racing to recall—is it... Peter Parker?

Is this just-turned-teen the Spider-Man that everyone in New York City loves?

Hollett couldn't help but look at the deadpool next to him who was hiccupping cheaply.

Why did the talkative cutie abandon the beautiful and prosperous little Harry, and become a couple with this talkative mercenary?

Just as she was thinking about it, she accidentally saw Harry Osborn open the door and enter the Chinese restaurant. The blond young man was pale and looked a little sick. He was wearing a thick suit jacket on a warm night, and his nose seemed to be a little red.

For some reason, what suddenly popped up in Heleti's mind was the image of a depressed, frail and gloomy frustrated teenager who lived estranged from his only relative.

On the night of New Year's Day, he came alone.

When Harry saw Heletty, he smiled at her, fully displaying the charm of a classically beautiful boy, and most of his original gloomy temperament dissipated, making him look a little cute.

Holliday stepped forward, and Harry Osborn wished as briskly as possible, "Happy New Year, Holliday."

His nasal congestion was a bit severe, and he had symptoms of a cold. The already thin young man's figure seemed to be a little more distressing.

"Tonight's noodles look great, can I have a bowl?" Harry is usually a little arrogant and indifferent, but the onset of a cold seems to make him look a lot more docile. The wanton evil look also disappeared, and the not-so-short blond hair covered his forehead, which looked a bit like a cat waiting to be groomed.

But Hao Leti is not going to serve him a bowl of oily noodles, "You have a cold, warm porridge will make your stomach more comfortable, and it can also relieve nasal congestion symptoms."

He looked at the Asian girl in front of him with mischievous, cocked green eyes, "Is this a special treat?"

Hollett winked at him, "For your beauty's sake."

Chinese restaurant diners: Why is this thin boy again?

Baby Bruce: Why did my cold go away so quickly? !

Masked Spider: Is Harry sick?In the end, I sat next to the chatterbox and walked with him, feeling inexplicably guilty.

Harry Osborn: As expected, a pretty boy like me will be spoiled by Heletty.

Hao Leti returned to the back kitchen and was going to make a porridge with preserved egg and lean meat for Harry. This porridge has a lot of fame. The recipe and ingredients are very simple, but the taste is so delicious that you can never get tired of eating it.

Of course porridge cooked in a casserole tastes the best, but today, because of the rush of time, Hao Leti found a pressure cooker instead of cooking porridge. Although the taste is not as mellow and dense as the porridge in a casserole, it can save A lot of time.

Hao Leti adds a small amount of rapeseed oil to the Northeast pearl rice, and there are beautiful oil flowers floating on the rice water. Cover the pot and press the valve, and the rice grains can be boiled densely and softly in 10 minutes, and then the marinated lean pork Sprinkle the shredded silk and a variety of seasonings into the porridge, and the aroma hits immediately.

During this process, the preserved eggs have been chopped by Haoleti with thin wires, and boiled in the pot before turning off the fire, so that the lime flavor in it disappears perfectly, and at the same time it is soft and delicious, and it can also ensure that the porridge looks fresh and white .

Lean meat porridge boiled -->>

In the middle of the day, the aroma has begun to spread, not overbearing, but very appetizing, with a light and timeless fresh aroma.

Hao Leti put the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in the pot, and finally sprinkled a little golden and crispy fried dough sticks, accompanied by pink marinated lean meat strips, green chopped green onion and preserved egg, which is full of color, fragrance and taste.

When such a bowl of porridge was placed in front of Harry Osborn, he felt that his stomach, which was as stiff as a lump of iron, seemed to be finally willing to work with the curling heat.

As a pale and thin young man, Harry Osborn looked as beautiful as a painting even when he was eating porridge with a spoon in his hand. The thick, smooth, stomach-warming and delicious lean meat porridge seemed to make him feel a lot warmer, and finally He took off his thick suit jacket.

The neat white shirt showed his broad and thin shoulders, the cuffs were fastened with emerald cuff buttons, but the neckline was unbuttoned with two buttons, and the collarbone was very beautiful. He just winked his green eyes at Heleti , "This is probably the most suitable dinner for people with a cold. It seems like you can swallow it without chewing."

Hao Leti feels more and more that this young man's eyes are extremely lethal, the kind of puppyeyes that you will say to him no matter what he asks for in the end, "Okay, I really can't do anything about you", they can be used as weapons.

And the little spider sitting on the side was afraid that his childhood friend Harry would find out his true identity, which would lead to being alienated and neglected, and because Harry was sick, he abandoned him, and he felt a lot of guilt about having dinner with the mercenary. At this time, it was rare to be a little downcast, with black-framed white eyes listless.

Deadpool looked at him meanly, "Xiao Chong, the reason I play with you is to learn from you how to be a good person, but what kind of attitude do you have now?"

"You insisted on coming with me." Spiderman's tone was full of disgust.

Deadpool rolled his white eyeballs, "Brother, this is for you to enjoy some material life outside of your busy schedule of saving the world."

The young superhero didn't even have time to say anything, and the chattering mercenary continued to babble, "There is really no place to reason in this world. There is no one in New York City who doesn't love you, but for my father and me But it's not fair at all, even if I help the old lady cross the road, they will think that I am carrying out a kidnapping, thanks to the fact that we are still super friends."

Hollett was about to go back to the kitchen to serve the good soup, but she just heard the masked person's last words.

——Extraordinary best friend?Are you sure he's not super annoying?

After all, if the two of them add up, it is estimated that they can talk about their opponents to suicide by talking.

When Hao Leti walked out of the kitchen again, she was holding a cup of seabed coconut stewed bamboo shredded chicken soup that she had stewed for herself. After two hours of slow cooking, the soup became sweet and mellow, and it could be eaten as soon as the lid was opened. Smell the fragrant umami, warm but not hot, take a sip and feel the whole person becomes leisurely and comfortable.

When Heletty put this bowl of soup on the young Mr. Osborne's table, many old diners felt their hearts were broken——

The owner of the Chinese restaurant is double-standard every day. When will it be my turn again?

Baby Bruce: When I have a cold it's just a bowl of eggnog, why is it porridge and soup when it's the young man's turn? !

Today, Hao Leti's double-standard daily life seems to have not been completed, and she even served a plate of extremely appetizing sour radish sticks for the beautiful boy who is sick.

On the clear porcelain plate, the radishes cut into 5 cm long are neatly barcoded, and the tender green pepper shreds and the bright red pickled pepper shreds are dotted among them. Sweet, slightly spicy and refreshing, but also appetizing and helping digestion.

With the light and soft lean meat porridge, a mouthful of crisp sweet and sour radish sticks, and finally a mouthful of soup, Harry Osborn ate the triple special dish indifferently under the attention of everyone.

Not to mention the other diners in the Chinese restaurant, even the little spider began to secretly poke his eyes. He glared dissatisfiedly at the dangerous mercenary next to him, "If it wasn't for you, maybe I could get special care tonight."

Deadpool spread his hands, "Brother said that he should find a way to marry the owner of the Chinese restaurant, oh no, he was wrong again, he married her, wouldn't he be able to get double-standard treatment every day? You are really stupid."

Spider-Man ate the last bite of noodles in the bowl, "Stop dreaming, you will be killed by Heletty's relatives and friends, and you will use your two katana swords."

"Is it challenging to be so exciting? It's so interesting!" Deadpool became more and more enthusiastic.

While the two masked gentlemen were discussing the matter of marrying the owner of a Chinese restaurant, oh no, marrying her, whether life would be in danger, two super rich people not far away were discussing the plate of sour radish strips .

The eyes of the richest man in the United States are burning: You said he can give me a few radish sticks to taste?

Gotham's richest man's tone was dissatisfied: what to eat!I think you look like a carrot!