"Are you earthlings all perverts?! Oh my God! "Kamala roared loudly at Star-Lord. If her laser sword was still here, she would definitely kill the handsome man in front of her.
Even if this man is her boyfriend and the leader of the team, she would be no exception.
Unfortunately, Kamala doesn't have a laser sword in her hand now (it has been confiscated by the legendary Blacksmith). Even if she had a laser sword, she doesn't have any strength to cut Star-Lord Quill now.
That was because the continuous diarrhea had exhausted all her strength. There is an old saying: Even heroes can't resist three times of diarrhea. It means that if she has diarrhea three times in a row, even Thanos will have to kneel.
If Thanos has to kneel, Kamala and the others will naturally kneel as well. Not only Kamala, but also Drax the Destroyer and Rocket. Star-Lord is now sitting on the toilet and doesn't want to get up.
Because as soon as he buckles his belt, there will be an endless stream of diarrhea. Forget it, it's so troublesome to take off my pants and put them on, I might as well spend the day on the toilet. Star-Lord Quill thought so.
Of course, as for why Star-Lord Quill and the others have diarrhea? Of course, it's because of the Spicy Hot Pot Boiled Turkey Noodles!
There is no doubt about Li Jie's cooking skills, and his cooking is delicious. So the group of people who had just been entertained by the Illuminati were eating and drinking in the restaurant.
And Kamala also praised: "The earth's food tastes good, what are these ingredients called?" She asked, pointing to a tripe and a tripe.
Quill shook his cheeks and ate hard, not paying attention to Kamala's question at all. Because he didn't know it, but as long as it was delicious. As for what the food was called? Is it important?
When Star-Lord Quill lived in the United States as a child, Chinese food was not widely popular in the United States at that time. Except for Jews who go to Chinese restaurants at Christmas to become mainstream, many Americans order Chinese food at most when they order takeout.
The most ordered dishes were Li Hongzhang's Chop (this is really not a curse) and Zuo Zongtang's Chicken, and a Chop Chop (actually bean sprouts fried with meat and some other seasonal vegetables). There is also Fried Boneless Chicken Fillet, which is called Fried Camel's Hump, although it is really hard to imagine that Boneless Chicken Fillet has anything to do with Camel's Hump.
Sichuan Hot Pot is something that Star-Lord has never heard of. In his childhood, he felt that the best delicacies were the signature Potato Monarch sold by the Potato Monarch family, as well as the non-signature Double Layer Imperial Chilli that came with it.
He had originally planned to go to the Potato Lord Wang's house to have a feast after returning to Earth. This was because it was very difficult to find food that suited his appetite while traveling in other universes. Over the past two decades, Star-Lord Quill has been starving for a long time. Sometimes, in order to fill their stomachs, they would simply eat nutritious meals. (A kind of tasteless paste. A small bowl is enough for a day.)
This was because the taste of the nutritious meal replacement was much better than the so-called special delicacies provided by many planets.
When Quirl was young, he had heard that England was a gourmet desert, producing all kinds of horrible dark cuisine. But after drifting in space for decades, he now hated fish and chips, salted fish pancakes, and sheep blood.
Quirl opened his cheeks and ate with all his might. Even he, who had eaten food from Earth when he was a child, ate with such vigor. His teammates' table manners were even more unsightly.
They didn't stop eating until everyone's stomachs were full. And they also expressed their praise for Earth's food.
"If they put us in prison and provide such prison meals every day, I would be willing to stay here for a while. Burp ~ "Rocket expressed his opinion.
Kamala also nodded in agreement. And Star-Lord said with some self-satisfaction: "Look, I told you that Earth is a very charming place!"
… …
The Illuminati, who had been observing this group of people through the monitoring equipment, looked at the Guardian of the Galaxy eating and drinking with some incredulity, and they couldn't control the excitement in their hearts for a long time.
Captain Rogers couldn't help but speak first: "Are they the Guardian of the Galaxy? Are they really not some Galactic Refugee Escape Team? How long has it been since they last ate? "
Li Jie touched his chin and thought seriously: "It should be because the food I made is too delicious. But although I have processed it, these food are all spicy. But they ate so much in one breath, and the super spicy pot is heavy oil food. So many chili peppers, so much oil, after a while. Tsk tsk tsk. "Li Jie's tone was self-explanatory.
Everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes at Li Jie. You were the one who made this thing!
However, because they were watching this group of people eating and drinking, the Illuminati's big bosses were also hungry. However, because time was relatively short, Li Jie could only make a temporary fried spaghetti.
Well, it's not the Italian way of making spaghetti. There is no green sauce, white sauce, or red sauce. After the spaghetti is boiled soft, the beef tenderloin slices, mushroom slices, and sweet peppers are stir-fried together with a little marinated oil. Add a little garlic slices and black pepper to taste.
It's a bit like Cantonese fried rice noodles? But it's not exactly the same, this is probably a kind of combination of Chinese and Western?
Although it's neither fish nor fowl, it tastes surprisingly good. The oil beef inexplicably goes well with the spaghetti. It tastes like a more chewy beef fried rice noodles with oyster sauce.
Everyone ate fried rice noodles together … cough … fried spaghetti while watching Star-Lord and others sitting there burping. When Li Jie heard the praise of Star-Lord and others for the earth, he suddenly thought of something.
He held the plate of fried rice noodles … cough … fried noodles … cough … spaghetti and turned his head to look at Thor and asked, "Thor, you have been to a lot of places, what do you think of the food on Earth?"
"It's great, it's great. You can understand it by looking at my body shape. "Thor pulled the fat around his waist with his hand.
Forget it, I don't want to see it. Li Jie silently looked away and continued, "I haven't asked you seriously, Thor. What do you think of life on Earth? Is it different from where you are? "
Li Jie asked in a serious tone as he ate a mouthful of spaghetti on his plate. Because he just thought about a small problem, he seemed to have caught a small inspiration through the performance of Star-Lord and others, but it was only a tail, he needed more information and thinking to enrich this inspiration.
"If I have to say anything, it is that the earthlings know how to make themselves happy." Thor thought for a while and replied, "Earthlings know how to make themselves happy. You have been to Jason in Asgard, and you have seen the way we celebrate joy. "
"Dancing, gladiatorial fights, a lot of drinking and barbecue, and singing epics. I'm not saying it's bad, it's just that it's a little monotonous after a long time. The earth obviously has more entertainment and a more diverse diet. "Thor's words made Li Jie nod.
Li Jie stayed in Asgard for a while, and what Thor said was really good. Just using food as an example, except for things like fruits and vegetables that are unique to Asgard. In terms of cooking alone, there are generally two kinds of food cooking in Asgard: all kinds of barbecue and all kinds of stews.
Of course, these two cooking methods have been brought to the extreme in Asgard, and the food made is very delicious. Li Jie absolutely did not deny this, and he did not think that his barbecue and stews were better than the masters of Asgard.
But no matter how delicious it was, if it was constantly repeated, it would inevitably feel monotonous. Li Jie picked up a piece of beef with oyster sauce from the plate and threw it into his mouth, his brain thinking quickly.
Things like fuel consumption were invented in Guangdong. Li Jie still remembered a slightly dark joke circulating in China about the Cantonese: except for planes with wings, tables with four legs, and submarines, there was nothing that the Cantonese did not eat.
Although it was slightly dark, to some extent, it could show that the Cantonese were really omnivorous. Many things that seemed inedible in other places were used by the Cantonese to cook.
And why was this? Probably because Guangdong was barren in ancient times. There were few plains in the Guangdong area, and there were many saline-alkali lands near the sea. There was a lack of innate conditions for large-scale farmland reclamation, and everyone would starve to death just by relying on the production of the province. In ancient times, transportation was not convenient, and food from other provinces must have been very expensive in Guangdong.
In order to fill their stomachs, the ancestors of Guangdong began to look for everything that could fill their stomachs. It didn't matter if this thing was ugly or disgusting, as long as it could fill their stomachs and not hurt their stomachs, then it was a good thing!
So in this case, the Cantonese developed a variety of dishes that seemed incredible in other regions. Things that many people thought were inedible at all were brought to the table by the Cantonese.
This was a kind of adaptive development under the conditions of relatively scarce resources. In other words, it was easy to understand: Poverty leads to change, and change leads to change.
This kind of eating habit has been passed down for hundreds of years until modern Guangdong.
Li Jie has been thinking about one thing, that is, how to make the earth civilization stand in this vast galaxy. Because he and the rest of the Illuminati are well aware of the existence of alien civilizations.
In the absence of technological and scientific advantages, what does the earth rely on to survive in this universe and survive the weakest and most difficult years? This is a difficult problem placed in front of the Illuminati.
Because it was the Illuminati who pushed the earth into the interstellar era, then at least they can't just sit back and do nothing now. And what Thor just said, and what Star-Lord and others talked about while eating, gave Li Jie an idea.
But now it's just an idea, and he feels that he needs to think more about it. A pluralistic civilization that is forced to make fun of itself in various ways to anesthetize itself because of material poverty, so that it can survive the difficult years – Earth.
What kind of posture should she use to express herself in the Cosmic Era?
Because of the lack of material resources, we need spiritual abundance more. If one road is not clear, then we need to think about another way.
Our culture is changeable and sensitive, but it gives birth to all kinds of fierce collisions of ideas.
Independent individuals and whimsical crazy ideas are born in this world anytime and anywhere. If guided, it may be another kind of power.
The term power never refers to force alone!
Li Jie thought of this and put down the plate of spaghetti and said to Dr. Hank, "Doctor, give me a few Ma Yinglong, I think Star-Lord will need them in a while."
Dr. Hank pushed his black-rimmed glasses: "Are you going to deliver it in person?"
"Yes, because there are some things I need to confirm. If they are really Guardian of the Galaxy, maybe I will need their help with something. "Li Jie said as he turned and left.
Looking at Li Jie's back as he turned and left, the Illuminati's big shots walked to the monitor with plates of fried noodles … cough … spaghetti. They looked at Star-Lord and the others who were still laughing and lamenting that the meal was delicious.
"Sigh ~." No one knew who sighed first. This was followed by continuous "Sigh ~" "Sigh ~" "Sigh ~"
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