My Inseparable House Guests

Stark vomited, and the two of them were in no mood to continue eating. Originally, Fang Ze still wanted to use his luminous hands of the God of Cooking to make the food more delicious, but faced with the sanitary condition of the kitchen, he thought about it. Think about it.

After all, the hands of the God of Cooking can only inspire the deliciousness of food, what should be eaten badly, or badly eaten.

When they came out of the restaurant, the two came across a small trolley selling snacks. Although it was outside, the sanitation seemed pretty good, so they walked over and bought one to taste.

Delhi's snacks still inherit the glorious tradition of Indian cuisine, that is, eating with your hands.Fortunately, Stark and Fang Ze didn't have the tradition of rubbing farts with their hands, so it didn't matter.

The snack sold on the trolley is a kind of hollow crispy ball similar to oily gluten. Fill you with sour soup and onion foam, lemon juice, chopped green onion, and then hold it in your mouth with your hands. The sour soup flowing out of it is very delicious.

"Well, there is still something to eat here." Stark looked happy. "At least I haven't eaten such delicious food in Vietnam."

"Didn't they ask you to study weapons for them? Why did they abuse you and not give you delicious food."

"It's not to abuse me." Stark and Fang Ze stood on the street, trying not to look at the urine white wall of Delhi Railway Station in the distance.

"In fact, they don't have much to eat. The food I ate there is considered good. There is also white rice. Ordinary soldiers in Vietnam don't even have porridge mixed with sand."

Stark cursed while eating the crispy ball, "Go to the fucking war."

It seems that this military industry tycoon has already begun to have anti-war thinking. When he finishes manufacturing the Iron Man armor and the whole world moves around, he will completely become an anti-war element.

"By the way, do you know where your missing friend is in Hydepool?" Stark asked, "I think we need to find someone as soon as possible, and then fly abroad, go to any developed country, let me be well Enjoy two days of good life."

"Look at me." Stark showed his tattered clothes to Fang Ze, "I live like a beggar now. I need beautiful women, yachts, five-star hotels, and three Michelin stars."

Although Fang Ze wants to say that even if we find someone, if we go to other countries, the money in my hand cannot afford you to eat three Michelin stars and stay in a five-star hotel, let alone find a few beautiful women.

After all, the living expenses provided by Da Miao is a lot for ordinary people, but for Stark, even a glass of red wine is not enough.

But looking at Stark’s hopeful eyes, Fang Ze knew that this child might have been abused for too long, and urgently needed a little hope for the future, so he did not tell the truth, but followed his topic. He said, "I hope we can find someone as soon as possible when we go to Hydepool, but I only know that the person is in Hydepool, and I don't know where it is."

"Didn't you say again that she sent you an email?" Stark stretched out his hand and said, "Take me to see."

Fang Ze took out the phone, transferred it to the Penguin mailbox, and handed it to Stark."Do you know which company's mailbox is sqoai?"

"Sqoai?" Stark glanced at the sender's email address on the phone page, thought for a moment, and said, "If I guessed correctly, this should be a ten-minute mailbox, and it doesn't belong to any company."

"Ten minutes mailbox?" Fang Ze asked puzzled.

"Well, let me explain it to you. If you compare the Internet to the sea, then the mailbox is a buoy, a channel you leave on the sea for others to find you. But sometimes you know, once you make a change If many people know how to contact you, then you will receive a lot of spam, such as advertising, marketing, phishing, and so on."

"The more accounts you register with your mailbox,

"This mailbox has no password. It is provided by some free websites. After you click on the application, you will get a ten-minute mailbox. This mailbox can send and receive mails from others within ten minutes. Or a verification email for a registered website. This is equivalent to having a ten-minute buoy in the ocean of the Internet and it will disappear after ten minutes."

After Stark finished the crispy ball, he asked Fang Ze for two pieces of paper, and wiped his lips and fingers gracefully, looking incompatible with the surrounding Indians.

"This type of mailbox is generally used to protect personal information. After all, some small websites always sell your private information to others."

"In other words, we can't find out where the email came from through this ten-minute mailbox?"

"Others may not be able to, but who am I." Stark said confidently with the domineering president's aura at this moment, "I am Tony Stark, the greatest genius in American history."

Stark had just finished speaking, only to see a dark and thin child suddenly appeared next to him. He stretched out his hand and shouted at Stark, "Okay, give me some money, I'm hungry."

Stark saw the little beggar, and subconsciously reached out and touched it in his arms.

His expression froze instantly.

He doesn't have a penny on him.

"It seems that even the greatest genius in the United States will be troubled because of money." Fang Ze raised his eyebrows and teased, then took out five rupees from his wallet and handed it to the little beggar.

After the little beggar got the money and ran away quickly, Stark said to Fang Ze, "People always have bad luck, don't they? When I return to the United States, I swear I will never step out of me in my life. The Stark Industrial Building is one step away."

"I think you will forget this promise when you go back." Fang Zeruo said pointedly, and then said, "Let's go, let's go to the railway station to buy tickets and go to Hydepool earlier."

The two were about to start with their legs open. Suddenly a bunch of Indian children surrounded them in order to come over, then stretched out their hands and shouted, "Hungry, hungry."

"Waterfak." Stark shouted, looking at the group of Indian kids who didn't know where they came from. "What's going on."

Fang Ze turned his head and took a look, and found that not far away, the Indian kid who had taken the money from them was eating a big pie in his hand, knowing that the kid was the one who led the people.

The two tried to drive away the children, but these children reluctantly surrounded them asking for money, making them unable to get away.

At this moment, a very standard English rang in their ears, but this sentence was not addressed to them.

"look here!"

As the voice fell, a pile of rupees with very small denominations was thrown out and scattered on the ground. The group of children surrounding the two saw the rupees on the ground and immediately ran to pick them up.

"Hurry up," a tall, thin, white woman with a hat shouted to the two of them. "Otherwise they will come back soon."

Fang Ze and Stark heard what the white woman said, and hurried to the front. The white woman followed behind them, finally arriving at the station before the children collected all the money.

"Thank you, thank you." Fang Ze finally breathed a sigh of relief after entering the station, and thanked the white woman.

"You're welcome." The white woman wore a peaked cap and had a high collar. She couldn't see her looks clearly.She said in English, "Did you give money to a child just now."

"Yes." Stark said with a shrug. "I just wanted to show kindness, but I didn't expect to attract a group."

"In India, don't just give anyone money." The white woman said to the two of them. "Because you give one of them, all of them will know immediately and come to you for money."

"Damn it, why are there so many beggars here?" Stark complained.

"They are not beggars, they are just children nearby." The woman shrugged and said, "Sometimes they are cute and will take pictures with you. I mean they don't want money."

"You look like a native of India, don't you even know this?" the white woman looked at Stark and asked.

"Oh, no, I am an American."

"It's such a coincidence, I'm also American." The white woman took the initiative to stretch out her hand and shook Stark. "But you have a standard Indian appearance. Are you an Indian who grew up in the United States?"

"No. I am a pure American. If you are interested, we can find a place to talk slowly. After all, the fate of a man and a woman usually begins with a story."

"You are a very interesting person." The woman laughed. "My name is Pepper Potts. Where are you two."

"Tony Stark." "Fang Ze."

After Fang Ze finished speaking his name, he looked at the two people who had already known a lot in amazement.

Is it because I am too otaku who doesn't know how to strike up a conversation, or Tony Stark's physical charm has not declined even if he changes to an Indian, how can he become a mature person in a blink of an eye.

"What a coincidence," the woman said after hearing Stark's name. "If you didn't lie to me, our two names would be a coincidence. I almost thought I was your secretary."

"How do you know that my secretary is also named Potts?" There was a doubtful look on Stark's face.

The name Pepper Potts is the real name of the famous Iron Man girlfriend and assistant Little Pepper. Even if Stark has not yet become Iron Man, Potts was his secretary early, although Stark later moved Don't fall in love with Captain America.

So, this is really a coincidence.