Druids in Marvel

The wife of the world's richest man gave birth to the real "richest baby" on a small island.

If we talk about ranking alone, little Morgan is already at the top of the world.

The richest father, the super strong woman mother, the invincible godfather, the godmother who is a head taller than the invincible, plus a little sister that everyone loves...

As long as this girl grows up normally, she will be the happiest among the happiest people in the world...

The next day, because of what Alvin said, "Pregnant women in China eat this way"...

The excited Stark "acquired" all his pheasants from Nick with ten "supercar white notes".

Alvin, who was trapped in a cocoon, stood by the stove. He watched helplessly as Nick distributed to his friends the "supercar white notes" signed by Stark that could be redeemed when they reached adulthood.

Seeing little Ginny happily showing off to herself a "supercar white slip", Alvin glared at Stark, who was already mentally disturbed, and said: "Are you fucking crazy?

What do those kids want with that thing?

Letting little Ginny drive is sending her to jail."

Stark stared at the pressure cooker on the stove, where four pheasants were stewed at the same time...

Hearing Alvin's complaint, Stark glanced at him with contempt, and then said: "How can a poor guy like you understand the thoughts of a rich man?"

As he spoke, Stark pointed at the pressure cooker and said with a smile: "These things are scarce resources for me now. A few sports cars are nothing."

Alvin irritably raised his middle finger at Stark, this bastard was just looking for trouble.

Those obstetricians and gynecologists on the yacht have brought various nutritious foods and rehabilitation plans, so where does the richest man himself need to worry about it?

And I told him that only pregnant women in China use chicken soup as a lactation supplement. Why are you, a silly old man, pretending to be a filial husband?

Besides, what people eat are hens that are several years old. What the hell is going on if you insist that a half-baked chef use pheasants without oil and water to stew soup?

Smelling the not-so-mellow aroma, Alvin opened the lid of the pressure cooker under Stark's expectant eyes.

Looking at the thin oil on the surface of the soup, Alvin glanced at Stark and shook his head dissatisfied, and said: "Okay! Let it simmer for an hour, let's try to see if we can stew the chicken completely..."

As he spoke, Alvin took out a small plastic bag containing wolfberries from his pocket and poured dozens of wolfberries into the soup...

Seeing Stark's contemptuous eyes and his gesture of preparing to take out the check, Alvin resisted the urge to punch the new dad in the nose, and shouted to Nick not far away: "Man, hurry up and get to the small house."

Dig a few buckets of clay from the island, and I'll prepare a Chinese special dish for you...

Mr. Stark is treating us to a treat, let’s try what it feels like to eat a few super sports cars for a meal..."

Nick was stunned for a moment, and then he shouted to Alvin with some excitement: "Oh my god, are you going to be a 'beggar chicken'?

That Chinese superhero Hong Qigong invented the ‘beggar’s chicken’?”

As he spoke, Nick didn't wait for the inexplicable Alvin to reply. He pulled Richard and said, "Man, we have to be more careful. This is a super delicacy in the Chinese superhero recipe..."

Alvin wanted to explain a few more words, and then asked Nick, the little bastard, where he heard this from. Nick called the two older children, Richard and Alita, and the three of them ran to a small wooden house in a hurry.

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A few minutes later, three people broke into the island with a bucket in each hand and a shovel.

Looking at the running backs of Nick and the others, little Ginny couldn't sit still and ran to Alvin anxiously, jumping on her feet and shouting: "Dad, Daddy, I can work too!"

Shangqi told us that there are big bugs in Hong Qigong’s super recipe, let me catch the bugs!”

Alvin looked at Mindy and little Harry who were about to run away. He kissed his unique silly girl on the face, then looked around and pointed to a banana tree not far away.

Said: "Go and help me cut some banana leaves and come back. That is the most important part of this, um, 'beggar chicken'..."

Little Ginny was a happy angel who could be happy as long as she had work to do. She jumped down from Alvin's arms, then pulled Mindy and little Harry and ran towards the banana tree, shouting, "gogo!"

Stark didn't care at all that Alvin was going to eat ten super cars in one meal. While sniffing and smelling the not-so-rich aroma in the pot, he squinted at Alvin and said, "Superhero

recipe?

Why have you never asked me to try it before?

What is a 'beggar's chicken'?

A magical dish eaten by beggars in China?”

Alvin looked at Stark who looked disgusted. He thought for a moment, then coughed and said, "You don't understand, that is a dish invented by a Chinese superhero.

Don't think the name "Beggars Chicken" is unpleasant, it's just a humble Chinese way of saying it.

In fact, in China, beggars usually have several houses..."

As he spoke, Alvin patted his chest and said with a smile: "It requires complicated processes and superb skills to eat it.

Luckily I'm here, you're lucky!"

Stark squinted his eyes and looked at Alvin, who was obviously talking nonsense, but because he didn't understand, he really didn't know how to argue with him...

Alvin patted Stark on the shoulder, pointed to the soup pot on the stove and said: "Look at it, wait until you feel like you have to take a bite anyway..."

Stark held the bracelet to Alvin, hoping that he could give him a secret recipe...

Looking at Alvin with a strange expression, Stark tilted his neck and spread his hands, and said, "What then?"

Alvin also spread his hands and said, "What then?"

"When I feel like I have to take a bite, then what?" Stark asked impatiently, raising his wrist.

Alvin looked at Stark like a fool and said, "Then take a taste and decide how much salt to add..."

As he spoke, Alvin looked at Stark with the eyes of a patient. He shook his head and walked towards the busy Frank and said, "How did an idiot like you survive until now?

In fact, your ancestors are British, right?"

Frank stood in front of a chopping board made of logs, cooking the wild boar he hunted yesterday.

Although Frank's cooking skills are terrible, his knife skills are superb.

When Alvin came over, a 100-pound wild boar had been skinned and cramped and cut into eight pieces.

Looking at the wild boar offal piled in a plastic bucket to be used as fishing bait, the pig belly and large intestine are both good things.

It's a pity that Alvin doesn't have the patience to wash them and cook them...

After kicking the plastic bucket where the offal was placed, Alvin smiled at Frank and said: "The wild boar's stomach is a good thing. In the hands of people who know how to cook it, it is a good medicine for treating stomach problems. It's a pity that I don't know how to do it."

Do……"

After hearing this, Frank glanced at Alvin with a strange expression, and then glanced at the bucket of colorful offal. After hesitating for a while, he covered the cut pig head on the plastic bucket to prevent his boss from having a seizure and eating those horrible things.

stuff...

Alvin didn't pay attention to Frank's little actions. He looked at the wild boar meat that Frank had cooked very clean, and thought for a long time before saying: "What do you think should be done with this?"

Frank glanced at Alvin strangely. He flipped the pork on the chopping board and said, "I don't care, just roast it and you can eat it..."

Alvin looked at the foul-mouthed Frank like a fool. In fact, he didn't know how to cook wild boar meat. It should be said that he didn't know how to cook wild animal meat in general.

When these things are running around here and there every day, they have too little oil and water on their bodies, and they have a foul smell. They are not at the same level as the well-fed and well-fed antelopes in Africa.

It is impossible to cook wild boar well without systematic training, and the selling point of wild boar is the word "wild", which has little to do with its deliciousness.

This may be one of the reasons why foreigners don’t eat these things.

Beef is obviously very cheap, so why bother eating this kind of thing?

Alvin hesitated for a long time, and finally, in order not to disturb his "cook", he shook his teeth and said: "Then roast it, let's submerge all the meat first..."

Alvin took Frank and found two big pots. Regardless of whether it tasted good or not, he soaked all the wild boar meat in green onion, ginger, garlic and beer...

After finishing his work, Alvin put on the air of a peerless expert and said to Frank: "This is my ancestral barbecue secret recipe. If you can't get used to it tonight, it's because there's something wrong with your taste..."

Frank had been silently memorizing the ingredients and order of Alvin's marinated meat. After listening to Alvin's nonsense, Frank silently pushed the memory out of his mind...

Looking at Alvin who was completely unsure, Frank thought for a while and said: "Leave the rest to me, you go and fix that 'beggar chicken'.

It sounds like you are more confident about that thing..."

Alvin saw that Nick and the others had come out of the island. He shrugged to Frank proudly and said, "You have to protect your tongue then, it is a legendary dish..."

As he spoke, Alvin walked over to Nick and the others, and asked them to pour the yellow clay on the ground and start stirring. Then he took out the marinated pheasants and stuffed their bellies with onions, ginger, and garlic, and then stuffed them inside and out.

Brush with butter several times.

The pheasant is so skinny that even the gods can't roast it into a delicious dish without oil and water. Of course, the novelist is an exception...

Little Ginny drooled as she watched her father pick up the shiny pheasant with a piece of banana leaf, then seal it with a piece of tinfoil, and then use the clay that Nick and the others got to completely seal it into a circle.

ball……

Squatting next to the sealed "earth ball" and looking at this messy thing, little Ginny said uncertainly: "Dad, do you want to eat this ball too?"

Alvin was busy playing with the second pheasant. When he heard little Ginny's uncertain questions, he smiled and said: "The dirt outside is actually a kind of 'kitchen utensil'. The Chinese superhero Hong Qigong is too poor to afford a pot."

, can only be cooked in this way..."

As he spoke, Alvin handed the second prepared pheasant to Nick and asked them to seal it with soil...

Little Ginny watched in admiration as Nick rolled out a clay ball the size of a volleyball. She watched Nick put the clay ball next to the first clay ball Alvin made and prepared to crush it...

The little girl was about to applaud her brother, but Alvin next to her looked at Nick coldly and said: "Sign your name on it, and no matter what appears in it, you will be responsible for eating it..."