I Am the Sixth Child in Marvel, and I Am Not Allowed to Participate in the War Because of My Waist Protrusion.

Lin Mo borrowed his corpse and returned to the Marvel world. Now, I have a handsome mixed-race face like Keanu Reeves, a portable supermarket that automatically replenishes goods every day, and... A Chinese heart that just wants to live forever. There are endless delicacies in the supermarket, but I decided: foreigners are not worthy! So, in this war-torn era, I started making cheap roujiamo and pork and green onion buns. I used "technology and ruthless work" to marinate the braised pork, and used my spatial powers to knead the dough, just to fill my stomach. Captain America Steve Rogers is my best friend. Watching him transform from a thin "bean sprout" to a super soldier with exploding chest muscles, I felt no emotion at all and even wanted to laugh. When the Red Skull is roaring, Hydra is raging, and Steve enthusiastically invites me to save the world together... I held my waist and refused with a painful look on my face. "Come on, Steve. That's for you young men." "I have old arms and legs. It rained yesterday and my knees felt like the wind was blowing." "Are you really not worried about my lumbar disc herniation during my movements?" Later, Steve was frozen. In order not to destroy the timeline, I endured the pain and did not save him, but instead picked up a little silver-haired boy who was covered in injuries. The little boy has cold eyes, as if he wants to destroy the world? It doesn't matter, just stuff a meat bun into your mouth first. As long as I take care of my buns enough, this child can be raised from "Magneto" to "Little Iron Egg". This is the daily story of a coward with an infinite lifespan who hoards goods, works for food, and raises a villain boss in the Marvel universe.