Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Henry knew this, not because he wanted to make such information public or profit from it, but simply because he wanted to find something to do to pass the time.

To put it bluntly, just eat and have some free time.

Chapter 66 Mysterious Boss

As the world's most powerful film factory, Hollywood may not be able to shoot movies as fast as the quick-shooters in Hong Kong; but no matter what, it would not be so weird as to take several years to shoot a single movie.

Not to mention that filming on a battleship could not be carried out indefinitely.

As an active battleship, the Missouri has training missions and a regular maintenance schedule. Regardless of the military mission, it is not appropriate to conduct it while civilians are on board.

However, a considerable amount of the entire film was filmed on the ship, except for some explosion or destruction scenes which were shot in the studio with sets. You can imagine how tight the filming schedule was.

Not only are the main actors extremely busy, even passing actors like Henry may have to shoot for a whole day.

Sometimes I would run through a certain passage, and when the next shot came, I would run back from the other side. Sometimes I would only capture my footsteps, and sometimes I would capture my entire body.

If someone makes a mistake in their positioning and the assistant director responsible for shooting the interlude shot shouts "NG", then they have to reset and run again, which takes even more time.

This is still a shot of passers-by actors, and there is not much emphasis on the picture. If the lighting is not right when the main actors appear, the film will not look good, and the slightest flaw will be a reason to retake.

All these things made Henry realize that compared with those small-scale, low-cost productions, the latter were really nothing.

Fortunately, Lao Hei's chef team gave Henry, who had never been so busy in his life, enough spiritual comfort.

With a Le Cordon Bleu chef around, Henry couldn't imagine how these Americans relaxed. They still went to the bars outside the naval port after get off work and got themselves drunk.

If I had a headache, I'd take two ibuprofen. If that didn't stop, I'd increase the dosage by adding various leaves and rice, as if being clear-headed was an unforgivable sin.

These Americans simply couldn't understand the idea of ​​having a meal when you're in a bad mood, having a meal when there's something to celebrate, having a meal on holidays, having a meal when you wake up in the middle of the night, and having a meal when you have nothing to do.

So during this period, the people who could talk to Blackie or Henry the most were each other.

Henry also became an actor who enjoyed special treatment from Lao Hei, in addition to the other main actors.

In Lao Hei's words, if he doesn't hone his cooking skills and explore new dishes, and just knead dough to make donuts or bake pizza every day, he will sooner or later be wasted in this film production team.

"Then will you take this kind of stupid job next time that any kitchen helper can do, Chef?" Henry occupied the kitchen frying table and fried a piece of steak himself; at the same time, he asked a soul-searching question to Lao Hei who was thinking about the ingredients on the side.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly ordinary hamburger patty on the iron plate; it's the product of a recipe that Blackie and Henry have painstakingly developed over the course of several days. They mince several types of high-quality beef, blend them together, and then add special spices.

The so-called exquisite food that is close to the common people is actually unaffordable for ordinary people and is only used to supply the rich. It is true that some wealthy people who think they are low-key and reserved just fall for this.

Even if the cost of materials is enough to make a fine French meal, they are still happy to use a simple exterior to decorate a gorgeous interior. This is the complete opposite of the mentality of the nouveau riche who are eager to show off their wealth.

After hearing Henry's question, Old Black had to take his eyes off the spices. After struggling for a while, he said, "Madfake, I guess I'll take it."

Henry was surprised. "Why? I thought you didn't like making this kind of mindless, mass-produced food. Using your cooking skills like a factory machine."

"My mysterious boss really paid too much," Lao Hei said helplessly. He also added, "And how do you think those three-star Michelin-certified chefs make their money? That star-rated restaurant? Stop it."

"How do you make money?" Henry asked curiously.

Lao Hei sneered and said, "They just rely on selling recipes and recipe packs, the things you say can be mass-produced. Without these things to make money and supplement the income, how many people can keep a restaurant that loses money?

"You want both restaurant atmosphere and quality service. You don't think maintaining that damn thing is cheap. Those who chase Michelin stars are a bunch of crazy and stupid people."

Henry had read such a statement in some food guides, but he didn't comment. However, what Old Black had just said made him curious and asked, "Mysterious boss! Weren't you hired by some producer?"

I was going to add something like "son of a bitch" before "producer." Considering he was eating someone else's food, Henry held back a little.

"My clientele doesn't include anyone you see here. Someone who could pull that ship here as a movie set might be a possibility," he said, pointing toward the battleship outside.

"Can you guess which pickled radish should not be eaten?" Henry asked casually in a chatty manner.

"It's a shame," Lao Hei explained. "My work is all arranged through a banquet company. They just tell me how much I'll be paid, where I'll go, and what I want to eat—that's all."

"They won't tell me who the boss is or who I'm going to meet. You know, if these things are known in advance and leaked out, there will be a lot of trouble. So I'd rather not know."

"You're not going to see anything but a bunch of people eating in those damn Venetian masks."

"How is that possible? There are some that kind of fun, but in most cases, I can meet the host of the dinner party. Even if I didn't know beforehand, how could I not say hello when I see him? I know a lot of wealthy people."

"So what's the situation here...?"

Sighing, Lao Hei said, "To be honest, being assigned to a film production team like today is really the first time in history. And it's a long-term job.

"At first, I almost thought it was a prank. After all, based on the standard of my meals, not to mention the cost of the ingredients, I wouldn't even be able to prepare enough to feed everyone.

"Even if those celebrities want to eat, they don't have the patience to spend two or three hours on a meal. Everyone's standards are the same: high-calorie, filling food. And it has to be quick, otherwise it will delay filming and the producer or director will go crazy."

It was difficult for Henry to refute Blackie's evaluation because that was indeed the reality.

Seeing that the steak was almost done, Henry put it on the iron wire mesh with a fork to drain the oil.

Instead of preparing a plate for himself, he rummaged through the pile of high-quality materials labeled "Forbidden," completely ignoring whether Old Black beside him felt sorry for him.

Chapter 67 Junk Food

Henry found the ingredients, including cream lettuce, kale, and beef tomatoes, and heated up the high-quality Parmesan cheese on the side. Finally, he took out a piece of white bread the size of his open palm and cut it in half.

Looking at this scene, Lao Hei looked constipated and said, "No, no, no, no! What are you going to do with these things? This can't be what I think it is."

"Aha, you guessed what I was going to do."

"You are insulting these ingredients!" Lao Hei said dissatisfiedly. But he did not make a move to stop them.

Henry smiled and said, "Look, I have steak, three-color vegetables, cheese, and bread. Anyone who sees this will think it's a nutritionally balanced meal."

Lao Hei hesitated for a moment, then said with a slight smile, "Yes, that's right."

Pile the prepared ingredients together neatly, sandwich the bread between the top and the bottom to make a burger.

Henry held the burger and laughed, "But why do people think it becomes junk food just because all these ingredients are piled up together?"

He wanted to make some excuse, but he couldn't find a way in. He could only dwell on it, looking sour.

In fact, he was also wondering whether this was suitable as a dish.

Rich people's food, besides being delicious, is sometimes just a gimmick. It's the state of "I have what others don't, and what they have is better than mine."

Don't serve this dish too often, just as an alternative or a tasting dish. In fact, this super premium burger is impeccable in every way.

Ignoring Old Black who was still thinking hard, Henry found a white porcelain plate, put the extra-large hamburger he had just made on it, and found a place to sit in the dining area.

He didn't take a knife and fork, because this thing should be held with hands to get the taste. But before he started eating, he felt like something was missing.

Looking at the lonely hamburger, does it need some cola and French fries?

Ah! I can do without the fries, but what can I do without the fat otaku happy water? It's like watching a movie without the sound, the fun is directly reduced by half.

So Henry ran back to the bar and grabbed a can of Coca-Cola from the refrigerator. Although there were other options like Pepsi and Fanta, it was still best to choose the cola with the best sperm-killing effect.

Seeing Lao Hei's disgusted look, Henry shrugged, shook the Coke can in his hand and said, "Without this, it feels like something is missing. It's like choosing red wine or white wine to go with French food. A suitable wine can make the taste of the meal even better."

Lao Hei said with disgust, "How can Coke be compared to red wine? This is the biggest reason why hamburgers are considered junk food, no doubt about it!"

Carbonated drinks are not addictive, and their harm to the human body does not take effect quickly.

But to say how good this thing is, you can drink it with all your meals, and if you are brave enough, feel free to give it a try. You will definitely be tortured by symptoms such as diabetes and gout and become unrecognizable.

But Henry's Kryptonian physique wasn't afraid of these things. If he had any physical problems, he could fly high into the sky and bask in the sun, and all the pain and discomfort would disappear on the spot.

This method has been proven to be effective and I haven't encountered any problems that it cannot solve yet.

But before he could walk back to his seat, Henry saw that the large hamburger he had carefully prepared was now in the hands of someone else, and half of it had disappeared.

Judging from the satisfied look on the man's face as he chewed, there was no need to doubt which dog had eaten the burger.

Henry immediately cursed out in the American style: "Madfuck! Where did you come from? You see food and just shove it in your mouth. Aren't you afraid that I'll put some man glue on it and watch you happily eat it?"

"Fuck." The man eating the hamburger cursed and immediately moved away from the food in his hand. But he reluctantly moved forward, sniffed it carefully, and said:

"Although I haven't tasted that thing, I've at least smelled it. I'm sure there's a scent of rosemary in the burger, but not gardenia. So I assume you're saying that just to disgust people."

After that, the man held the hamburger in both hands as if to demonstrate, looked at Henry with both eyes, took a big bite viciously, and then made a lewd expression of enjoyment, just to irritate the person in front of him.

Henry, as he had hoped, exploded on the spot. He jumped up and down and said, "Fuck! Fuck! That's my lunch."

"Well, it tastes really good." Sucking the gravy from his fingers, the arrogant young man made an expression as if he deserved a beating.

Henry's Kryptonian iron fist is itching for a rare moment. They say killing one's parents is an unforgivable sin. Stealing someone's food is even worse!

All along, in line with the principle of being a humble person, Henry has been hiding his emotions well to avoid losing control and exposing his abilities.

He had never expected to encounter a young man today who could break his defenses. He felt like eating him up, not just beating him up.

However, Henry still exerted his utmost restraint. He squinted his eyes, looked at the young man in front of him, and said, "You are not from the production team, are you? I haven't seen you here before."

Henry remembered seeing this young man before. "...A Caltech student? The one who was with the idiot who asked that stupid question? So this is the quality of a student from a world-renowned university."

Henry's question did not bring back the same memory for the young man. He just ate his burger nonchalantly, sometimes stuffing the stringy hot cheese into his mouth, sometimes putting it back on the burger.

"It's inappropriate to chase celebrities and come to the set. Even if you're a student from a top university, I can call security and have you removed in a minute. If you don't want to get kicked in the ass, I advise you to cooperate."

"You do not know who I am?"

The young man blurted out this sentence in a very foolish way, which was no less than lighting the fuse on Henry's firecracker.

Henry yelled, "Nonsense! Eat my big dick! Do you think you look like the green Franklin? Everyone in the world wants to know you?"

The young man, who had never been humiliated like this before, was stunned. Even the burger in his mouth lost its flavor. He stared at the person in front of him in amazement, and then his mouth began to spit out sweet words.

"I may not look like that bald Franklin, but I have enough Franklins, weighing several tons. Enough to crush you into a meat patty. Do you know how powerful I am?"

"Ha, that's just the amount of attack power." Henry sneered and said, "What if you have more Franklins? Will you share them with me?——"

The young man shook his head as a matter of course.

"——I think so. Since you won't give it to me, then it has nothing to do with me. So why should I indulge you, a jerk? I don't get a dime from flattering you. I've had too much fake wine and I think of you as my sugar daddy."

Chapter 68 Master Stark

Although I wanted to continue cursing, I could already hear the assistant director calling on passersby actors through my super hearing.

Henry hurriedly grabbed a few donuts and stuffed them into his mouth. He then gulped down his Coke and, feeling resentful, continued his work for the day.

The young man was stunned by the scolding. He had never felt so wronged in his life. But he was not discouraged or helpless. Instead, he was thinking about the words to fight back.

But before I could even finish my words, my opponent ran away! This is no different from the unruly poker players who run away after winning money.

He wanted to get up and chase after him, but he couldn't bear to leave the half-eaten cheeseburger in his hand. "Hey, don't run." Only then did he notice that there was a big black man in a chef's uniform next to him.

Of course, Lao Hei is not an inexperienced person like Henry. He knows who this young man is who is eating a hamburger and can't let it go.

He was just stunned by the scene just now. He didn't expect that his new friend would actually clash with this person!

It wasn't until Henry hurried away and most of the people in the dining area had left that he came to his senses and stepped forward to greet him, "Master Stark."

Tony Stark didn't reply. He just looked at the big black man who recognized him with some impatience.

Lao Hei introduced himself: "Master, I am Wesley Washington. I am the head chef of the chef team you hired."

"Oh, it's you. I remember you." Tony Stark raised the half-eaten food in his hand and said, "The burger is good. At least it proves that hiring you was the right decision."

Old Black Wesley wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Well, Master, I have to be honest with you. This is a new recipe that I developed with the person just now. I am honored to add it to my cooking, and you can enjoy it again in the future.

"But for what just happened, could you please be magnanimous and forgive him this time? I'll explain your identity to him and teach him to respect you so he won't offend me again."

Old Black pleaded for Henry.

At this point, if he still doesn't know who the biggest name in the film production team is, it would be a waste of his time to meet these rich people in heaven.

Stark, a surname that has been a constant companion to Americans since World War II. Stark Industries' products range from civilian projects to military projects. While the variety of products produced is limited, whenever they are produced, they are always top-notch in their field.

Howard Stark had a very good relationship with the US military. As an unofficial scientist, he frequently appeared in military research projects, sometimes leading them and sometimes serving as an advisor.

With such a background, it would not be difficult to pull out the battleship Missouri in service. If they need it, they can even pull out the aircraft carrier formation.

Wesley certainly didn't want his new friend to offend this person, so he pleaded for mercy. In this sense, he was a very loyal person. He didn't just think about running faster than his companions when faced with danger.

Tony Stark didn't answer directly, but asked, "He just finished scolding people and left. What's going on?"

"They should be getting ready for filming. The actors who acted with him are almost all gone."

"Is he an actor too? The main character? The supporting character?" Tony Stark only remembered who the film's heroine was and that the battleship Missouri was needed. He didn't care about anything else, so he asked now.

"Young Master Stark..."

"Don't call me Master, and don't call me Mr. Stark, it will remind me of another Stark. You can call me Tony." The young man, who is still in his rebellious period, emphasized.

"Okay, Tony. He's just a passing actor, neither the protagonist nor the supporting role. It's really not worth your effort..."