I'm dying in Marvel

Chapter 155 Is it fragrant?

When Joss came to Stark Tower with fried chicken, everyone's reaction was quite...ordinary.

As mentioned earlier, Joss was not lucky enough to travel to a different world of medieval civilization. In a modern world like Marvel, things like fried chicken and cola are so common that no one would take a second look at them. .

Oh, except for one person.

"What is this? Is this the food of the earth??" Thor looked at the tray with bright eyes, and jumped up to pick up the fried chicken without any image at all.

Joss was not surprised by this guy who had never eaten anything good and was as happy as a three-hundred-pound child after drinking a glass of beer. He just waved to the others and said, "Come and try it, This is our newly developed fried chicken, which is completely different from the coquettish sluts outside."

Steve shook his head when he heard the words, "No, fried food is too high in calories, which will affect my training, and so do you, Thor. Eating too much of this kind of food will affect your actions."

"Well, in order to maintain my figure, I also passed." Natasha shrugged with a helpless look.

Tony squinted his eyes for a moment, then looked away, curled his lips and said: "Forget it, I only ate the foie gras made by the chef at home (a professional top chef with a monthly salary of [-] yuan) at noon, and I don't really want to eat greasy ones. What's more, fried chicken is a bit out of class, right?"

"What do you mean by the words in the brackets?"

The reactions of the others were similar to theirs, as if none of them really wanted to try.

But this is not surprising. Keeping in shape has practical value for superheroes in addition to the effect of appearance. Take Tony, if he doesn't pay attention to diet, it only takes a few months to fight Iron Man. Armor can't be worn in.

"Let me have some, I haven't tasted the food of the earth for several years." There are people who care about it, and there are naturally people who don't care so much. Bruce Banner, whose body is getting bigger and smaller at any time, came over with a smile piece.

Driven by him and Thor, Nick Fury, Hawkeye and others also politely came up to take a few dollars. After all, they didn't control their bodies as strictly as Steve's, and they didn't want to just fall into the trap. In order to save Joss' face, it is natural to support him.

"But what he made...may not be too delicious..." Nick Fury looked at the fried chicken in front of him, but he was a little hesitant.

Although the smell was good, he was lucky enough to have seen Joss cooking instant noodles in the S.H.I.E.L.D. dormitory. For the taste of this fried chicken, he had directly classified it into the category of dark cooking.

Hawkeye didn't think too much about it. After all, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it was hard to believe that a person's cooking skills could reach the level of Joss, but naturally he didn't have much expectation.

It should be said that most of the people present had the same idea as him. After all, fried chicken is just fried chicken. Even if Joss said that it was a secret recipe, it would still be the food of ordinary fast food, and the high-end cuisine provided every day in Stark Tower How can it be compared?
"Hello? Nick? What's wrong with you?" Natasha looked at Nick Fury with some doubts. After taking a bite of fried chicken, the other party froze in place, as if being imprisoned by someone's thoughts.

"Is this spiciness heaven? No...it's hell's spiciness, but it's so intoxicating, this deliciousness that goes straight to the soul, is this really just a piece of fried chicken?" Natasha was ignored Nick Fury looked at the bitten fried chicken in front of him and muttered to himself, as if his consciousness had been taken to another dimension.

Compared with Nick Fury, who suddenly became artistic, Bruce and Thor's reaction was much more direct. They held one side, and stuffed pieces of fried chicken into their mouths without stopping.

"Hello? I said what's wrong with you...? Joss, what's wrong with your fried chicken?" Super backpacker Sam Wilson looked at Joss with a frown, obviously wondering if the other party put something in the fried chicken medicine.

"What's the problem? Of course it's because it's delicious."

Joss didn't feel dissatisfied with the attitude of this person who didn't have much contact with him. He just picked up a piece of fried chicken and stuffed it into Sam's mouth with a smile on his face as if he was going to choke him to death.

"Hey chicken, Ray!"

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!"

Looking at the faces of Joss and the others as if they were performing a cross talk, the eyes of the others showed some doubts.

"How about... Joss give me a piece too?" Natasha's eyes sparkled, and finally her curiosity about food surpassed her insistence on her figure, and she couldn't help but stepped forward to take a piece.

"I said you..." Steve pressed his forehead, shook his head and sighed.

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"Oh?! This taste is really amazing!" Hawkeye took another bite of the fried chicken, and his eyes suddenly showed cannibalism... No, it was just an ordinary look of excitement.

Tony looked at the fried chicken in his hand, subconsciously raised his well-built eyebrows, and said in admiration: "This is a dish made by a chef hired by the Stark family (a professional top chef with a monthly salary of [-] yuan) It's even more delicious! It's so delicious!"

"Wait, so what do the words in the brackets mean?" Joss looked at Tony with a blank look.

"The taste is really good, but this kind of high-fat food is not good for your health." Steve criticized with a serious face, obviously not wanting to turn the Avengers into a bunch of fat houses.

Natasha's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, she stared straight at Steve and said, "Then take your hands off the plate first!"

"Hey Bruce?! You are about to transform! Calm down! Calm down!!"

They are obviously a group of superheroes who are the kanban girls/boys in Twisted Waist City, but at this time they are making a fuss over a plate of fried chicken. Only Thor hasn't said a word from the beginning to the end.

Because this guy is stuffing two chicken legs in his left hand and three chicken wings in his right hand, and taking a sip of Coke from time to time, so he has no time to chat with other people.

Joss stood from a distance and watched the reactions of these people and nodded silently. Although he didn't master the secrets of using food to explode clothes, it seemed that the dishes he made (please dragon roll) were already delicious that even superheroes could not resist up.

"The test results are good, so the next step is to set up a store..." Joss glanced at Tony, who was holding the chicken butt, and couldn't help but recall what the other party said in his mind. In a word.

"You can get as much money as you need, and you don't have to report it to me every time."

(End of this chapter)