American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

"I don't want anything, just cut me two pounds of the most authentic local pork tenderloin and chop up a few chicken wings."

"And two pounds of beef hind leg, too." Zhou Xingxing pinched the piece of water-injected meat, scratched his water-stained fingertips on the edge of the cutting board, and handed over a hundred-yuan bill.

The stall owner exhaled the breath he had been holding in his chest and swiftly chopped off two pounds of pork tenderloin.

When weighing the food, he gritted his teeth and cut off an extra piece, then grabbed two scallions from a nearby vegetable stall and threw them into a plastic bag.

Stephen Chow leaned over to take a look at the electronic scale; it was overweight.

This guy has good judgment.

"Why all this fuss about buying groceries? If you went to be a stand-up comedian, you could starve Guo Degang to death." Polaris, standing to the side, pulled down his sunglasses.

"This is called the price anchoring and psychological defense breaking tactic in market economics. Let's go back and cook!"

The sound of ping-pong balls coming from the kitchen could be heard.

Stephen Chow lined up the ingredients on the counter, took off his suit jacket, and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows.

He took two solid wood rolling pins out of the cupboard and twirled them halfway in his hand.

"drink!"

The rolling pin flew up and down, and the beef hind leg on the cutting board was subjected to a barrage of hammer blows.

Soft Ice Cream, returning home from get off work, peeked into the kitchen and asked, "Brother Zhou, what are you doing? What's wrong with this piece of meat?"

"This is called 'forging a thousand times,' beef that has been pounded 26,800 times must possess the elasticity to bounce a person away!"

Zhou Xingxing flipped his wrist, and the frequency of the wooden stick's strikes was so fast that it left afterimages. The meat fibers were completely broken down, turning into a sticky meat paste.

Polaris was playing video games on the living room sofa with headphones on, while gunshots emanated from the TV speakers.

"Keep your voice down! I can't even hear the enemy's footsteps!"

"If you want to eat good food, you have to pay the price. If you can't hear footsteps, throw grenades to clear the area!" Stephen Chow yelled back.

He gathered the minced meat into a large bowl, sprinkled in salt and pepper, and stirred it vigorously clockwise.

"This is a closely guarded secret I learned from Double-Knife Turkey. You're in luck today!"

He grabbed a handful of mantis shrimp paste and stuffed it into the beef balls, then quickly squeezed the meat paste with both hands in front of the boiling water, and the beef balls fell into the boiling water one by one.

After adding the beef balls, he used a long-handled strainer to stir the boiling water.

Spread the sliced ​​pork belly with the secret sauce and put it into the oven to warm.

Place a frying pan on the stove, heat the oil, crack three eggs with one hand, and fry until the edges are crispy and the yolks are runny.

Before long, Stephen Chow turned the white rice into a large bowl, topped it with sizzling char siu, covered it with a fried egg, and garnished it with a few blanched greens.

"The soul of this bowl of rice lies in this secret sauce."

After saying something to the soft-serve ice cream vendors watching nearby, Stephen Chow picked up a porcelain spoon and evenly poured the special sauce over the char siu.

"All done, serve the food."

"What is this thing? It looks dark." Polaris picked up a piece of char siu and examined it.

"This is called the 'Heartbreak Rice.' One bite and you'll forget your past suffering; two bites and you'll forget the capitalists' exploitation." Stephen Chow took off his apron, sat down opposite him, and picked up a braised chicken wing to tear into.

Polaris put the char siu into his mouth.

She chewed twice, her chopsticks stopped in mid-air, and her eyes widened.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"What's wrong? Why am I crying?" Polaris put down her chopsticks and reached out to touch the tears on her cheeks.

A rare look of panic appeared on her usually cold face.

"It's onion, I added onion!" Stephen Chow spat out a chicken bone.

I took a bite of the soft serve ice cream, and tears streamed down my face and fell into the bowl.

"It's so delicious! I've never eaten such delicious meat before!" Xiao Ruan cried as she shoveled rice into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel.

"Don't just eat rice! Try this bursting beef ball soup."

Polaris wiped away her tears, picked up a beef ball, put it in her mouth, and bit down hard.

The broth gushed out of the beef balls, flying across the table and heading straight for Stephen Chow.

The quick-witted Stephen Chow was prepared and turned his head to dodge.

But he didn't notice that Xiao Ruan had also picked up a beef ball, and before she could even smile, "whoosh," another bowl of soup splattered all over his face.

"How come the broth is gushing out of the meatball? Did you install a water pump?" Polaris carefully sipped the broth.

Stephen Chow pulled out a tissue to wipe the oily soup from his face, gritting his teeth: "Mix them all together and make 'bursting, peeing beef balls,' you idiot! This is a quick and easy version. Otherwise, these beef balls could be used as table tennis balls!"

After the meal, only chicken bones and empty bowls remained on the table. The two leaned back on the sofa, rubbing their bellies.

After Zhou Xingxing finished cleaning up the dishes, he took out two follow-up visit record forms.

"Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to get down to business."

"Isn't this follow-up form just a formality? You can fill it out casually."

"I have to fill out the form even if it's just a formality, otherwise Fatty Wang will find another excuse to deduct my travel expenses. I didn't even get reimbursed for the foot massage this time."

"First, sleep quality and mental state?"

He sleeps like a log, without even dreaming.

"Great, it seems the pink Pikachu sheets have a calming effect on your mental state." Stephen Chow wrote on the form: "Comfortable bedding, excellent sleep quality, and refreshed."

"The second item is changes in appetite and gastrointestinal function," Zhou Xingxing said, looking at Xiaoruan.

"I can eat three large bowls of rice every day, not counting snacks."

Being able to eat is a blessing, a good thing.

"Do you get along well with the masses? Have you been ostracized?"

"Are you blind?" Polaris rolled her eyes.

Stephen Chow remained unfazed and wrote on the form: "He is well-liked and deeply loved by the masses."

Is the work pressure too high? Or are you experiencing discrimination?

"No, no, everyone is so nice to me. People bring me snacks every day, and a bespectacled guy even fixed the wheels on my ice cream cart." Xiao Ruan waved her hands repeatedly.

"Is there a tendency towards antisocial personality disorder?"

"I want to hang the old man who plays the suona downstairs at six o'clock every morning from the street lamp," Polaris said with a straight face.

Stephen Chow wrote on the form: "Emotionally stable, with a simple awareness of environmental protection and quietness."

"Do you ever feel nostalgic for the decadent lifestyle of capitalism?"

"Capitalism doesn't even have a proper braised chicken wing, what's there to miss?"

"Very good, high level of ideological awareness. Fatty Wang will give you a big red flower for this answer." Zhou Xingxing nodded.

"That's good. It seems you're doing very well, so I don't need to worry about you." Zhou Xingxing folded the form and put it into his briefcase.

"Are you leaving after you finish filling out this form?" Soft Ice Cream watched him pack his things and stood up from the sofa.

"What, you can't bear to part with my handsome face?" Stephen Chow locked his briefcase, stood up and straightened his suit and tie.

"Who's going to make pissing beef balls if you leave?" Polaris stood up as well.

Stephen Chow picked up his suitcase, turned around, and walked towards the door.

"If you want to eat it, make it yourself. I've written the recipe on a sticky note in the fridge. Don't expect me to be your free chef every day!"

He opened the door and stepped halfway outside.

"So, is there any kind, pretty lady willing to drive me to the station?"