Food in comics

A large plate of huge calorie monsters like Roshan, in the eating of Ivan, kept decreasing, from a variegated tiger to a leopard kitten, becoming more docile, and finally completely entering the belly.

Even with such an astonishing meal, the countless people around him, seemingly blindfolded, passed by Ivan one after another, looking for food in other places, or chatting with their companions.

The existence of the immortal human body can prevent him from becoming a monkey for people to watch. Among the pedestrians, no one can focus on Ivan's body and treat it as air.

In just half an hour, Ivan stuffed the last piece of meat into his mouth. The crispy batter, full of spices and oils, was wrapped in it, and the taste was locked in the innermost, allowing it to be fried at high temperature. steak.

The tender juice, the very elastic meat, bite down, the meat juice splashes, filling the entire mouth, it is simply the supreme enjoyment.

Even with the three major calorie monsters, Ivan still didn't feel greasy, and he still had no idea. If it weren't for the boss to be really tired, he might want another one.

"This kid is really a fucking monster. You can eat all three of them!" The boss murmured a few words secretly as he watched Ivan finish his last bite. Even so, there was a smile on his face.

The only thing that can shorten the distance between the diners and the cooks in an instant is food, the kind of magical cuisine that allows both parties to understand each other and close the distance between strangers.

"Come on, guest, this is green tea that is greasy." The old lady brought a book of green tea that was so hot.

The tea is full of fragrance, and you will know that it is the new tea after the spring rain. It is roasted on a low fire and slowly fried. Only the most patience can make the buds brown and curl. Waiting for the hot water to come, let it stretch out again.

A sip of tea is warm in the mouth. The unique tea fragrance of new tea, the tea fragrance that wraps around the tip of the nose, is in a trance. It seems that after the spring rain, the sun shines through dark clouds and sprinkles on the tea leaves dotted with small raindrops.

Rolling throat, swallowing the tea in the mouth, the fragrance of tea slowly advances from the inside of the tongue to the outside with the unique sweetness of the new tea, and finally people can't help but want to sigh a muddy breath, as if forgetting all the sorrows, and the whole person is completely relaxed.

This fried chicken shop is like a treasure. Whether it's fried products, drinks, or the last tea, Ivan's taste buds are satisfied.

"This tea tastes really good," Ivan said, holding the cup.

"It's a good thing to make customers like it." The lady boss smiled with squinting eyes, and then quietly glanced at the boss standing in the shop, a little closer to Ivan.

"It's been a long time since I met a customer like you. The boss is very happy today, but he contributed his top tea."

"Ale?!" Ivan looked at the boss lady in shock, wanting to see the expression of the stinky boss, but saw the boss put her index finger on her lips, and her eyes suggested not to look at the arrogant boss.

Knowing the hint, Ivan nodded, looked at the lady boss with a little confusion and asked, "How can you say that you haven't seen a customer like me for a long time?"

"This!" The lady boss looked into the distance with her eyes, as if she was remembering something, her face kept wearing a very kind smile.

"In the past, when the town was not so famous, we had always held the Big Stomach King competition. Alas, it was said to be the Big Stomach King competition. Actually, it was just a chance to revel and enjoy the food with the diners who came.

At that time, the town was very lively and everyone, whether they were diners or cooks, was very satisfied and extremely happy.

Because the chef will introduce new dishes, as long as the diners are satisfied with the meal, it is the highest respect for the chef. We will waive the order. At that time, the ears were full of laughter, and the nose smelled the various food aromas. Diners are also satisfied to eat.

I just don’t know when, and gradually the taste began to change, and more and more big stomach kings came to challenge. Although the laughter and laughter did not decrease, the number of serious cooks decreased, and there was no longer the pureness before the big stomach king. Many people who came to the challenge looked pained.

It has been more than 40 years since we opened the store. In the past four or five years, we have rarely seen you who purely enjoy food."

"That's it." Ivan, who was holding the hot tea, drank the hot tea in one hand.

Ivan didn't have too many doubts about this kind of thing. With more people, his thoughts were not so pure. As the so-called mud and sand, where is the turbidity.

"Sorry, guest, I told you these unhappy things." The proprietress said apologetically.

One of the iron rules that cooks must abide by can only bring happiness to the diners, but not make the diners feel bad.

"Nothing, I am very happy to have this meal." Ivan shook his head and smiled contentedly.

"There is a saying in my hometown that God helps those who help themselves, and those who are self-improvement are always strong. Maybe we can't change others, but at least we must change ourselves. For example, why can't we make such a delicious warrior meal a little smaller?

In the beginning, the Big Stomach King was held to allow both parties to experience the fun of food and to promote food, so why set a threshold?"Ivan laughed.

Some people are accustomed to finding solutions to problems in the thinking of others, while others like to smash existing rules and make their own rules.

Undoubtedly, Ivan belongs to the latter kind. Since it's unhappy to eat, why not turn off the table, start a new stove, and have a good meal.

After Ivan left, the fried chicken shop couple seemed to be stunned for a while, and the crowd began to notice the fried chicken shop.

"Boss, this warrior package?" A young couple came up, and the girl seemed to point to the warrior package thoughtfully.

"We have a small set of warriors, the taste is not bad, do you want to try it." The proprietress first said with a smile.

"Then give us a copy," the girl said.

"Old man, get busy."

When the fried chicken shop got busy, Ivan stood on the stone street.

"Today's goal is to teach the young bosses a lesson." He looked at the densely packed signboards on the whole street, and each business was facing a big stomach challenge. There was no limit, and his mouth couldn't help but grin.

"Welcome, what would this guest want to eat?"

Half an hour later

The boss looked relaxed, and his legs trembling watched Ivan's departure.

All day long, above the entire gourmet town, in addition to the scent of food, the wailing and crying of the bosses floated, and finally merged into a sentence.

"Guests, the big stomach king set meal in the shop opposite is delicious, I definitely want to try it!"