[Comprehensive English and American] The years I opened a grocery store in Queens

There is always a routine in the movie, which is obviously very simple, but the protagonist can't figure it out until he meets an expert who points it out.

Movies come from life.

In the matter of "the important thing is not the battle armor, but yourself", Tony is the protagonist whose thoughts are blocked for a while, and Isabella is the expert who gives advice.

Tony finally cleared the clouds. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as enlightened. He obviously knows his next plan. He dragged Isabella through the supermarket and bought bag after bag of things. What is he going to do? Against the mandarin.

Isabella and Tony have come to Miami to breathe the air under the same sky as the Mandarin. They rented a family apartment, which is small but cozy. The study room has been converted into a studio, and Tony stays in it all day to work. , and Isabella became obsessed with webcasting, and she began to learn cooking from Internet celebrities.

Like every novice, she always made a mess in the kitchen and brought out unsightly things.

"Honey, why don't I cook in the future." Tony looked at the steak made by Isabella on the plate. Of course, if this thing can still be called a steak, his expression is a bit complicated.

Tony would only walk out of the studio when eating, and Isabella served her carefully prepared sirloin steak. This dish was learned step by step by her from online chefs. The effect that comes out is very different from the sample in the video.

"There is a technique called clipping, and the most people on the Internet are liars." Tony forked a piece and chewed it in his mouth. "It's much better than I imagined."

really?

Isabella also took a fork and put it in her mouth, it was dry and astringent, so Tony thought how bad her cooking skills were before.

"Forget it," Isabella said, "let's order takeaway."

Although the food was not delicious, Isabella was not frustrated at all. She had only just started to learn how to cook, and she couldn't expect to be fully equipped with cooking skills in an instant, so she still had to take it step by step.

Tony was still eating that lousy steak, which seemed to have a different appeal to him.

Isabella: "Could it be that you like this taste?"

People always have some strange hobbies. For example, she herself likes the smell of blood. When the steak was bought, it was still stained with blood. After smelling it, she felt inexplicably excited.

This piece of steak is really hard to chew, and half of Tony's cheeks are bulging: "I think this tastes like my father made it."

Father has always been a knot in Tony's heart.

Howard Stark has a pair of dexterous hands and an intelligent brain. He has manufactured countless advanced high-end equipment and created such a huge economic empire as the Stark Industries Group, but he only cooked the only dish for his son. , although the taste is not very good, it has become the source of warmth in Tony's heart.

Realizing that the atmosphere was a little sad, Tony turned the wind. He didn't like the heavy atmosphere of memories: "If my father sees you, he will definitely feel a sense of sympathy."

After all, you are all so "ingenious" in cooking.

Isabella ordered takeaway, but Tony finished the steak anyway, and in the process of eating, he drank a lot of water.

The two of them lived in this family apartment for a while, just like every ordinary couple, living a simple and rustic life, the dusk in Miami is very beautiful, the orange sky and the crimson clouds alternate, and the warm breeze blows over The wind makes people feel that such ordinary days have passed for many years.

Isabella felt a pair of warm hands caressing her wind-blown hair.

"I'll go find Mandarin tomorrow," Tony said.

Isabella responded.

There was a touch of fragrance in her hair, and Tony picked a white flower that had just bloomed in a flower pot to embellish her left temple.

With white flowers and red hair and gentle evening breeze, Tony, who is used to the prosperous life, fell in love with this kind of life. He began to look forward to the day when they could completely unload their burdens and find the simplest place to make up for what he missed before. Very common and extremely rare human fireworks.

Tony moved a chair and sat beside Isabella, watching the bright red clouds in the sky with her.

"Do you remember what I told you when I carried the missile to the wormhole?"

"Do you want me to list them all?"

If this is the case, then it would be a little embarrassing for her. What did he say, first of all...

"That's not necessary," Tony said in a relaxed tone, "You just need to remember that sentence, your future son's name will be Tony, yes, the girl's name is Natasha, and the boy's name is Tony."

During the battle in New York that day, he carried the missile into outer space alone, exhausted all his energy, thought that he would never return, and said the last order in a casual tone.

Isabella looked at Tony beside him, but he didn't look at her, his eyes were filled with the brilliant sunset glow of this evening.

She understands that they are ordinary people now:

She lost her magical powers,

He no longer has the protective armor that is invulnerable.

And what they have to face is the most arrogant terrorist.

He was afraid of being gone again and never returning.

Isabella turned her head and opened her lips lightly: "I already have your last name, so I can't call you by your first name anymore."

What does a father and son with the same name look like?

Dusk is a great existence, it makes the change of night and day gentle, the sun sets, the afterglow of the sun shines on the still young faces of Isabella and Tony, I don’t know what it will look like tomorrow, but at least have It's a beautiful day.

Tony planned to leave in the early morning, but when he opened his eyes, Isabella beside him had woken up and even put on a silver sequined dress, she looked radiant.

"When did you buy this dress?"

Isabella: "When I was buying steak, I picked it up from the women's clothing section of the supermarket."

She made it up, and Tony saw through her little trick, but instead of exposing it, he printed a kiss on her forehead: "Wait for me in this dress."

If you can come back smoothly.

"Sorry, sir, this dress is not for you." Isabella smiled.

The development of things is always unexpected. Tony, who originally planned to go to the mandarin alone, finally took his little girl to act together.

His little girl touched her soft hair and told him with a sure face: "It's much easier for me to get in than you to get in."

How easy is it?

In the Chinese Xiehou language, it should be tofu mixed with shallots - a piece of cake.

Tony was lurking in the bushes, holding up his binoculars and watching Isabella swagger into the gate of the Mandarin's house under the watchful eye of the security guard at the gate.

After Isabella went in, with a fake charming smile, she reported to Tony the situation of the guards in the courtyard through the earphones covered by half of her hair. There are too many roles in the movie, but Isabella is not a movie character, and life can't always be saved like a movie. In case... Tony doesn't dare to think in that direction at all. I begged Merlin's blessing countless times in my heart.

Tony finally sneaked into Mandarin's bedroom. The bedroom door was closed. He took a deep breath, kicked the bedroom door open, and was stunned.

Life is always weirder than movies.

The heavily tied mandarin squatted on the ground with a ball of paper stuffed in his mouth, quiet and honest. Isabella put on a coat over the silver sequined skirt and sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, with a calm expression.

She subdued the Mandarin with the weapon Tony gave her, and at the same time discovered a big secret, she looked at Tony: "He is not the real Mandarin."

Seeing Tony, the originally quiet Mandarin became agitated. He looked like he had a lot to say. Tony walked over and took the ball of paper out of his mouth.

He took a deep breath: "God, the lines that finally reveal the true colors of the characters should be spoken by the actors themselves."

"You're not a Mandarin," Tony pointed his gun at him. "Where's the real Mandarin?"

Tony nearly growled.

"He's here and he's not here."

Isabella: "I kindly remind you, if you don't want to get shot, don't say this Shakespeare line."

"Well, my name is Trevor Slattery," Mandarin finally revealed his true face, and he tremblingly said the next line, "I'm an actor."

Tony rolled his eyes and pulled the trigger.

Trevor huddled: "The Mandarin is just a character, not a real person, and I'm just an actor playing the role."

Isabella had never seen Tony so angry, his expression seemed to be swallowing, she got up and walked to him, stroking his back to calm him down.

"The previous explosions and attacks in the name of Mandarin were just acting?"

Trevor nodded.

"But there were casualties."

"That's all fake."

A bullet fell to the floor.

Tony: "My friend is lying in the hospital now, you tell me this is fake?!"

Trevor quickly denied it, his tone panicked: "That's none of my business, they gave me this mansion, identity and plastic surgery, most of the time I just say the lines they wrote in the studio , trust me, I'm a good citizen, I wouldn't even kill a chicken."

Isabella: "Since you said this is acting, who is the director?"

Trevor hesitated to speak.

"Is that Killian?"

Trevor's eyes seemed to be fleeing.

"Answer me!" Tony pulled the trigger again.

This time it was not bullets that fell on the ground, but Isabella and Tony. Facts have proved that no matter whether it is a movie or life, you must be careful of someone sneaking behind you.