When he first arrived in Los Angeles, Zhou Si was bound to a "god-level market food system."
I originally thought about setting up a stall selling pancakes and fruits to make ends meet, but on the first day I was surrounded by the FBI.
"Don't move! You are suspected of operating without a license and disrupting public order. You can be sentenced to up to five years in prison!"
Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun, Zhou Si panicked: "Officer, if you don't want to sell it, can I send it off for free?"
As a result, after this delivery, things started to go wrong...
Gang boss: "Whoever dares to cause trouble at Zhou Si's stall will have his head stuffed into a frying pan!"
Los Angeles homeless man: "Oh God, Zhou Si is an angel who fell to earth, and his sweet noodle sauce tastes like home!"
Red Neck Brother: "Although Zhou is an outsider, his pancakes are more divine than those made by my grandmother!"
A few years later, the national election.
Competitors cried bitterly on TV: "Protest! This is naked vote-buying! He used a cart of pancakes to defraud me of the votes of the entire state!"
Zhou Si put away his apron and spread his hands helplessly: "I'm just a stall owner, I really don't want to be a godfather."
