Chinese food saves the world

Mr. American Dream, who was about to settle in Pasadena, quickly settled his renting problem, and his new boss and "landlord wife" drove him directly to Chinatown, which is located north of Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles.

Although Chinatown in Los Angeles is not as famous as Chinatown in New York and San Francisco, it also has a history of hundreds of years. It extends from Broadway Street to Bernard Street. Hollett drove through the antique Chinatown archway, and signs in Chinese and Vietnamese can be seen everywhere along the street. .

She parked her convertible classic car outside a seafood restaurant run by Cantonese, and said to Steven, "For lunch, I'm going to focus on Fried Crabs in Typhoon Shelter, and we need some Vietnamese meat crabs."

Bifengtang Fried Crab is a delicious and delicious traditional Cantonese dish. Its essence lies in the sweet, crispy and not burnt garlic. , the nutritious Vietnamese crab is the best.

Heleti glanced at Captain America's well-developed biceps, "Sir, I guess you will help me carry crabs that weigh tens of kilograms."

Steven looked down at the Asian girl whose height only reached his shoulders, "If I hadn't come to apply for a part-time job, you used to carry the ingredients yourself?"

Hao Leti made a face at him while walking towards the seafood shop with Chinese signboards, "I'm not as weak as I look."

Obviously, Hollett is very aware of the series of stereotypes brought about by her appearance, not to mention this thin body, she also has a slightly melancholy baby face, no matter how you look at it, she looks like a vulnerable The little weak chicken.

At this time, Captain America looked at the grimace on the pretty face of the little weak chicken, and couldn't help but be amused by her. She looked so light and lively, and her agile girlish temperament was particularly painful.

Steven watched her chat with the owner of the seafood shop familiarly. The two did not speak English, but they did not seem to be the Mandarin Chinese that he remembered.

Hao Leti's vernacular is so pleasant that even the owner of the seafood shop was coaxed into a smile by her, and the large Vietnamese crabs she picked out were firmer and fatter than those specially prepared for Cantonese restaurants, "Sister, a few fresh crabs Take the abalone to make soup."

So in the insulated foam box held by the part-time employee Mr. Captain America, in addition to [-] Vietnamese meat crabs, there are also many fresh abalones from the boss.

Using the superhero who saved the world as cheap labor, Holly felt a little guilty, so she said to Steven, "Can I make you abalone and chicken porridge for lunch?"

Steven easily put the foam box on the back seat, with a gentle smile on his angular, sweet and handsome face, "Lady, it's really beneficial to work for you, and I may have to put weight loss in the near future. It's on the agenda."

Hollett thought to herself as she stepped on the gas pedal and drove out of Chinatown——

Let's hope Captain America, who has a perfect figure, doesn't face a crisis in her superhero career because of her heavy weight in a Chinese restaurant.

Returning from Chinatown in downtown Los Angeles to the Pasadena Chinese restaurant, Hao Leti started a busy lunch cooking state.

Minced garlic and fermented soybeans were soaked in oil yesterday. While cleaning the Vietnamese crabs, she explained the details of lunch to the two waiters, "This Fried Crab in the Typhoon Shelter is sold in large and medium sizes. , three prices smaller, and the smallest crab weighs three pounds. If the weight is too light, the crab meat will not be fresh, sweet and refreshing. The leftover garlic after fried crabs can be made into white porridge or doll noodles, which are specially provided at noon in the store.”

Following her few words, several staff members of the Chinese restaurant felt more and more hungry, obviously it is not the usual meal time yet?

The boss cooks well, gaining twenty pounds is not a dream!

The two waiters went out to serve the diners to order, and Steven, who stayed in the kitchen, seemed a little idle. There was even a convenient dishwasher in the kitchen, so that he didn't even have to wash the dishes.

Apart from carrying a few boxes of heavy objects, he doesn't seem to be of much use?

Hao Leti skillfully chopped onion, ginger, garlic and Yunnan wild Zhitian pepper, "Your working hours are generally fixed from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] am and from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm, and you can arrange other times yourself. "

Like part-time jobs like saving the world.

"Of course, it's better if you're willing to stay in a Chinese restaurant." Hao Leti said, chopping the sea crabs into pieces and marinating them in white wine for a while, and preparing to wrap them in starch and deep-fry them in hot oil for a while.

Steven glanced at the wok handle which was not much narrower than her wrist, "I want to stay here."

Based on the idea that the beautiful and delicious cheap labor is useless, Hao Leti nodded at him with satisfaction, "Hey, I'll cook you pig's feet soup later."

Steven Captain America Rogers: Why did he suddenly feel like a Labrador in captivity, and he was touched on the head by Shunmao just now.

There are many diners in the Chinese restaurant, and Hao Leti in the back kitchen stir-fries Vietnamese meat crabs hot and spicy. Garlic, tempeh, green onion, ginger, chili and fried meat crabs are fried in advance. The color of the oil is bright and pleasing, the crab meat is golden and bright, the aroma of onion, garlic and crab meat blend together, and the aroma is overflowing. It is delicious, rich and delicious.

In the Chinese restaurant at this time, a diner was very eye-catching, not because of his exaggerated behavior, but because of his resolute and handsome face and slender figure, not to mention his beautiful waistline.

He looked no older than 40, cold and abstinent, mixed with arrogance, but at the same time, full of charisma.

This gentleman is none other than Magneto Eric Lanshere, who came to Los Angeles to recruit soldiers with two members of the Mutant Brotherhood, Pyro and Avalanche.

Eric put a piece of crab meat soaked in the aroma of ginger, onion and garlic into his mouth. The sweet, burnt, spicy and rich taste made him almost want to drive the others away, and let him enjoy this amazing plate of Chinese fried crab .

However, although Magneto did not drive the two men off the dining table, his gaze was enough to make Fireman and Xue Beng withdraw their hands silently, and took a few sips of the porridge in front of them in aggrieved manner.

——Aren’t we called a terrorist organization because of our radical methods? !Why can't you even eat a fried crab? !

Magneto was unaware of his subordinates' complaints. After a while, he had already eaten all the fried crabs, and then began to mix the minced garlic on the plate into the porridge.

He had never been interested in food like porridge before, and he never thought that he would have such a great day to eat it.

And the subordinates who were waiting on the side were so wronged that they wanted to give themselves a hug——

Crabs are not allowed to eat!Even minced garlic is not left for us!

The handsome and rebellious Burning Man St. John Allardyce couldn't bear it and called the waiter, "Add two more fried crabs."

"Sorry, fried crab is currently sold out."

Burning Man, Avalanche: What does it mean to join the Brotherhood of Mutants to claim superiority over and replace humans?I can't even eat crabs!

Fortunately, the waiter added in time, "The boss specially prepared abalone chicken porridge and peanut pig's feet soup. Are you interested?"

The two mutants who hated humans nodded fiercely, "Of course! Two copies each!"

Eric Lanshere glanced over the two underlings who had ruined the villain's prestige in front of the Chinese food, and looked at the waiter with a cruel and resolute face expressionlessly——

"Three."

Burning Man and Xue Beng were a bit confused, but they didn't dare to say anything in the face of the cruel and dangerous leader, so they could only bury their heads in silence and eat porridge.

Unbeknownst to the two mutants, the supervillain Mr. Magneto is thinking—

He doesn't seem to hate all human beings. Why don't I take this Chinese restaurant chef back to the fraternity base and save it for me to cook?

Anyway, it's just a cowardly, humble human being.

Thinking of this, Magneto got up and walked directly to the back kitchen area. His strong body is full of strength, and his beautiful waistline is even more charming to the extreme.

In the kitchen, Hao Leti was taking out a bowl of pork knuckle soup and handing it to Steven, and couldn't help but glance at the other's well-developed chest muscles.

Shouldn't he be allowed to eat pig's feet anymore?It would be too much to make up.

Just as she was thinking, she suddenly felt footsteps approaching behind her, and Holly turned around to look.

Eric Lanshere met her deep blue eyes, startled.

Why are these eyes so similar to his old friend and opponent, but he frowned and thought about it again. The other party was shot in the lumbar spine in the 60s and paralyzed the spinal cord. In any case, it is impossible to have a daughter at this age.

Facing this stranger who seemed particularly dangerous when he broke into the kitchen, Steven Rogers had already kept Hollett behind him.

Hollett stood behind him and held his sleeve with his fingers, which made Steven's desire for protection stronger. He looked at the intruder coldly, "What's the matter?"

Eric Lanshere, however, has been watching the petite Asian mixed-race girl. He has a strange mysterious charm and a strong desire for aggression.

Facing Captain America's cold questioning, Magneto didn't say anything, but locked Heleti in his eyes, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

Holly stood pretty and lively behind the tall and strong Steven Rogers, her slightly melancholy baby face was naturally timid and innocent, but when she looked back at Eric Lanshere, she just raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her face coldly, Then he became arrogant and unscrupulous, almost like an icy sharp knife piercing his heart without warning.

Gentle and cruel, good and bad.

Eric looked into her blue eyes and couldn't help but think he'd have to stay in L.A. a little longer, and this little girl was really interesting.