American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

The audience held back their laughter, eyeing the three judges with playful expressions that seemed to say, "Eat it, eat it, we want to see!"

"......"

The three judges' faces turned green.

Damn it, isn't being a food critic supposed to be easy?

Traveling around, sampling local specialties, occasionally getting sponsorships—what's not to love about that life?

How did it turn into such a high-risk profession here?

Is it that times are changing too fast, or are we just out of touch?

And... the chef is wearing a green mask. Putting that aside, is that even polite?

The three of them exchanged glances, complaining inwardly, none of them wanting to take that step.

The elder in the middle seemed to have a bit more courage, perhaps because he had seen more of the world.

In any case, he closed his eyes, trembling, carefully scooped up a spoonful, and hurriedly stuffed it into his mouth.

Then... he froze.

"Hey... what's wrong? Don't scare me!"

"Say something! This tofu isn't really poisonous, is it?"

The two judges beside him were sweating profusely, shaking him and patting his chest.

After a long while, the man slowly opened his eyes, his face flushed red, and loudly spat out two words.

"Delicious!"

After saying that, he ignored his companions' attempts to stop him and continued to shovel spoonfuls into his mouth, clearly looking like he was severely poisoned.

The two of them jumped back in fright, unable to pull him away. Only when he deliberately left a few bites for them did they wipe their mouths with a tissue, a look of lingering satisfaction on their faces.

"I have never eaten such delicious tofu... The creativity, I give it full marks! The taste, also full marks!"

The two companions, not believing it, saw that he spoke with such conviction, not seeming to be faking it, and also picked up spoons, hesitantly tasting it.

One bite.

In that instant, it was as if an electric current exploded in their mouths.

Their whole bodies shuddered, and they could even hear the miserable screams of the tofu in their mouths before they died.

The purple broth slid into their mouths, followed by a series of massive explosions. The rich flavor made them feel as if they were in the lava of hell!

"Ah... it's not just delicious, it's simply perfect!"

"Mother above, this taste is amazing!"

"If I were in hell, I would gladly eat this dish every day!"

Dong—

Ten points!

Another perfect score!

The scene was in an uproar, the audience hardly daring to believe their eyes.

You have to know, these three judges are the strictest in the industry. Who would have thought that today, in this small Kiku-ka-Ro, they would give the highest score to both chefs' dishes!

"Wow, cool... Does this mean there will be another round?"

Licking his lips, Harry Osborn put his arm around his friend Peter Parker and asked.

"Hey, Peter... who do you think will win today?"

"Giant Panda Magic Mapo Tofu.

Honestly, I like the creativity of that dish."

Taking advantage of the holiday, Peter was invited by his friend Harry to Chinatown to watch a cooking competition.

At first, he wanted to refuse.

But the food at Kiku-ka-Ro was so fragrant that he came over without realizing it!

"Really? I like the 21st Century Hell Scream Tofu.

Don't you think that name is cool, Peter?"

"Screaming tofu~ I've never even heard of it in all my life!"

Harry looked excited. Ever since he ate at this Kiku-ka-Ro once, he had been running here every few days, never forgetting the taste.

Last time he went home, Harry even brought a copy back for his father.

That day, his usually stern father rarely praised him, which made him very happy.

That being said, he still shamefully betrayed them.

After all, "21st Century Hell Scream Tofu is every man's favorite!"

Quietly smiling, Peter took a bite of a crystal dumpling.

It must be said that the food here is really delicious, no wonder the business is so prosperous.

After eating three or four in a row, he took out his phone and wanted to call Aunt May to tell her not to wait for him tonight.

Unexpectedly, a news notification from his phone caught his eye.

It was a short video.

In the video, a dark green humanoid bird descended from the sky, smashed through the skylight, and broke into a bank.

Soon after, the green bird flew away from the bank with a bag of money on its back.

The police at the scene could only look up helplessly.

And 5 minutes ago, the strange bird descended from the sky again and broke into another bank.

The person who posted the video has already called the police, hoping that the police can quickly arrest the strange bird and bring it to justice!

His palm tightened, and Peter's eyes narrowed.

He stood up from his seat and apologized to Harry, who looked puzzled.

"Sorry, Harry... My stomach feels a little uncomfortable, I'm going to the restroom."

As he spoke, he hurried to the restroom, and soon changed his clothes in one of the stalls.

Then, while everyone was watching the competition, he sneaked out of the restaurant.

He leaped high, and amidst the exclamations of passersby, he shot out spider silk and rushed to the scene of the incident.

That's right, Peter gritted his teeth and recognized the guy in the video.

"Vulture, I'm coming. This time, you won't be able to escape!"

At the same time, at the cooking competition site, Loki looked at Peter's disappearing figure with an amused expression...

......

Queens, Citibank.

"I don't want to repeat myself a second time. For your safety, quickly open the combination lock for me!"

Wearing a green tight-fitting suit, Vulture patted the bank manager's fat face with a pistol, signaling him to quickly open the electronic combination lock of the vault.

But obviously, he was wrong.

Although the bank manager looked pot-bellied and full of corruption, he stubbornly refused to cooperate in the face of Vulture's threat, looking up with an air of defiance.

"Do you know where this is? This is the famous Citibank!

The police must have received the news that this place is being robbed. I advise you to leave now while you still can, otherwise the New York police will never let you go!"

"Hmph... you dare threaten me?"

Snorting, Vulture was very impatient with this person's lack of cooperation. He pointed the pistol at the fat manager's face.

"I'll count to three.

If you don't unlock the vault door, then I guarantee you will never see the sun tomorrow!"

The fat manager looked righteous and retorted unceremoniously: "I will not submit, you can forget about it!"

"3."

"Impossible, you monster, I will never agree even if I die!"

"2."

"Dream on!"

"1."

"Sir, please~"

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, the fat manager quickly opened the vault door with a flattering smile.

"......"

See, he submitted, didn't he?

Vulture glanced at him with disdain, pushed open the alloy door of the vault, and then threw the other party a pre-prepared sack.

"Go, fill this sack with money for me!"

The fat manager didn't dare to say anything. He took the sack and walked in, stuffing stacks of green banknotes with the scent of ink into the sack in his hand.

Soon, he filled a whole bag of cash.

Taking the bag, Vulture was very satisfied with his performance, and rewarded him with a bullet in the thigh with a smile.

Bang!

Ignoring how the fat manager cursed after falling to the ground, Vulture happily turned around and was about to leave.

Suddenly, a chuckle came from behind him.

"Heh heh... Your clothes have a bit of my flavor."